[OOM] Skiving class

[honourbyname]

Albus has his bag packed for class.

It's Arithmancy right now, and while a part of him thinks he'd probably like a door to Milliways to pop up at any moment, he knows classes are important too.

He's just leaving the Ravenclaw tower, past the eagle, not suspecting a thing.

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[honourbyname]

Albus stares down at his feet, his insides clenching uncomfortably with something like a mix of guilt and apology and general awfulness.

He knows about Annabeth. He knows about Scorpius' letter to him.

He'd thought that everything was fine, or it would be -

And just -

Why him? How could he - Albus Potter - possibly have that sort of effect on someone else?

'I have to think that with anything like that, you'll know.
It's when you start trying to talk yourself into things
and out of things that you get yourself in trouble.'

And he doesn't know. He doesn't ...

"I'm sorry," he says again.

He doesn't know what else to say.

[alsoagreengrass]

Scorpius is sorry too.

"I want to be friends," he says, trying not to sound -

Well, quite frankly, like he wants to cry. Because this is, after all, embarrassing enough already.

"But I don't know if I can."

Not when he likes Albus this much and Albus, unknowingly or not, has just sort of broken his heart.

Because it does hurt. It really, really hurts.

"Things were a bit easier when we were ignoring each other, weren't they? We were - We were good at that."

[honourbyname]

It does hurt.

It hurts Albus, too.

He feels like all the air around them has been sucked right out of the world and the ground has been pulled out from under his feet. It's a huge and horrible cliche, but it's all he can think of to distract himself from hearing the hurt in Scorpius' voice.

"D'you want to go back to that?" he asks quietly. "Ignoring each other."

He really hopes Scorpius won't say 'yes'.

So he continues, quickly: "Because - I don't know what to say. I'm trying to figure it out, but - I don't know. I think you're - you're really, really cool. And I like you. But I don't know if it's -"

He lets out a frustrated sigh.

"I'm not good at this."

[alsoagreengrass]

And, right then, so Scorpius is going to cry. He's just so confused and hurt.

(Cool?

Just cool?)

"I don't know," he whispers, brokenly. "I - I think, maybe, it might be better if we did. Ignore each other again."

Being ignored has to feel better than this.

[honourbyname]

Merlin, this is not -

And now Scorpius is - Albus has gone and made the other boy cry, and he's never done that before, ever, and it makes him feel like a monster, and it sucks, and -

And his throat's feeling a bit thick, too.

He wants to reach out and - oh, he doesn't know - pat the other boy, or apologize again, or something (anything), but he doesn't.

Instead, Albus watches Scorpius, rigid in his spot, feeling worse with every second that passes because it's obvious he's the cause of all this, unable to make up his mind as it is.

With a fair amount of deliberation, he nods.

"I don't want to hurt you anymore," Albus says very calmly, though it's still difficult to keep the quaver out of his voice, "or make you feel guilty or like - like an idiot. So - um. Yeah. All right."

He takes a breath, but his chest feels a little tight.

(Who said he wasn't any good at acting?)

"We're not friends anymore. And - and we should ignore each other again." He swallows. "Should be easy, yeah? We barely see each other at school anyway. And Milliways is ... it's a big place."

[alsoagreengrass]

So. That's it then. Friendship over.

Scorpius discreetly wipes at his eyes and tries not to sniffle too loud. Because now he's not crying in front of Albus, he's crying in front of a Potter.




"You could probably catch the last half of the class, if you hurry."

He turns his gaze away from Alb- Potter.

Chin up, he tells himself.

"Tell the professor I held you up, I started a fight or whatever. I doubt anyone will argue in my favour."

[honourbyname]

Albus doesn't move for a moment; he's reluctant to go anywhere.

He suddenly feels cold, and he can't keep up with his thoughts.

This can't just be it, can it?

But it is.


Steeling himself, Albus nods.

He takes a step backward.

And then another.

And then he's walking the rest of the length of the bridge, back to the school, never looking back.