[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]

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.