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honourbyname) wrote2012-03-10 10:36 pm
honourbyname) wrote2012-03-10 10:36 pm
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[OOM] Breakfast in the Great Hall
Albus is in the Great Hall, helping himself to a plate scrambled eggs and toast (with jam).
Rose has just left to join her fellow Gryffindors.
(But before leaving Albus to his breakfast, told him, "I look forward to meeting Scorpius. Properly."
With one of those grins of hers that can only mean trouble.)
It's been two days since they first got back to Hogwarts, and Seventh Year has - thus far - been full of homework and reminders that they ought to study their very hardest if they wanted to pass all their NEWTs.
And that their career meetings with their Head of House would be coming up in a week.
There is a lot weighing on Albus' mind.
A lot of which has to do with Oxford, and Scorpius, and the future.
He takes a bite of his toast and ponders this, while more and more students start to trickle into the Great Hall for breakfast before classes.
Rose has just left to join her fellow Gryffindors.
(But before leaving Albus to his breakfast, told him, "I look forward to meeting Scorpius. Properly."
With one of those grins of hers that can only mean trouble.)
It's been two days since they first got back to Hogwarts, and Seventh Year has - thus far - been full of homework and reminders that they ought to study their very hardest if they wanted to pass all their NEWTs.
And that their career meetings with their Head of House would be coming up in a week.
There is a lot weighing on Albus' mind.
A lot of which has to do with Oxford, and Scorpius, and the future.
He takes a bite of his toast and ponders this, while more and more students start to trickle into the Great Hall for breakfast before classes.
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"Help is, uhm - It's great."
He takes a bite of toast to hide another goofy grin.
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Composing himself a little, he asks, "So - um. When are your Quidditch try-outs?"
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He's nervous about try-outs this year. There will be a new Captain to fly under and those that want to play professionally will be in top form, especially if it's their last year.
And Scorpius is not sure what he wants. It's all rather distressing to think about, so he teases Albus instead:
"Want to have a go at the team this year? Last chance to."
(He already knows how his boyfriend feels about playing Quidditch.)
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"I think I'll be fine not being part of the team," he assures Scorpius.
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He wishes he could have Albus in the stands at try-outs. Even if it might make him more nervous, knowing he's watching.
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He laughs a little, almost exasperated - but not quite.
"There's no reason to stop cheering Ravenclaw after six years."
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"You never know," he says easily.
He glances around, taking in the whole of Great Hall, before his gaze drifts toward their Head of House at the front.
"So, uhm - When are you meeting with Professor Fawcett?"
He wonders if Albus will talk to her about Oxford.
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His amused expression drops, revealing the uncertainty that lies beneath.
He isn't, in fact, sure if he'll talk about Oxford. He isn't really sure about Oxford at all, really. The idea seems so ...
It just hasn't been done before.
"Early next week."
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"Least you've got the weekend to prepare?"
He's hoping Albus will hear the invitation to seek him out and talk to him about it in private. He could use the chat himself, seeing as he has no idea where to even start.
"I've got to speak to her at the end of this week."
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Albus perks up, eager to distract himself from his own dilemma to talk about Scorpius' instead.
"What do you - um. Think you're going to tell her?"
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Scorpius glances around the table, heat and colour creeping into his face.
He's happy to distract Albus, to a certain degree, but - Needing the chat? Did not mean talking about it now.
He looks at his boyfriend, wide-eyed.
"I, er - I don't know. I thought maybe I would talk to her about Quidditch? Maybe."
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"Well," says Albus, "um. What did you say to her last year, before we all went off for the summer?"
It was those meetings, after all, that determined a good chunk of their school schedules this year.
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And now he's wishing he hadn't.
"What did I say to her. I said, uhm - Well, I told her that I - I would think about it. Over the summer. And that I'd keep with the same classes."
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Albus frowns, his nose scrunching a little.
He realizes that Scorpius might not really want to talk about it, so he does what any good boyfriend would do.
It's support-time.
"Well, um. I wouldn't worry too much about it. I suppose it'll just - come to you.
"And - um. Talking about Quidditch might inspire something."
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"Do you really think it might?" he asks, quietly so as to not be overheard by others.
He just doesn't know where else to start, except for Quidditch and flying and brooms.
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"'Course I do," he says honestly. "Scorpius, I'm sorry if - um. I make it seem like it's a huge deal. But it's not.
"I mean, it's hard for us to have everything figured out right now, isn't it?
"I know you'll be brilliant in whatever you do."
He really does believe that.
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He wants to be as brilliant as Albus thinks he'll be.
"Thanks," he murmurs, curling his foot around Albus', happily.
"And I think you ought to talk to her about Oxford. Just - Mention it, at least."
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He is good at doling out the advice at times. But taking it?
Taking it might be a little difficult.
"I don't know," he says with something of a sigh. "It's just - is it realistic to do something like go to a Muggle university after Hogwarts?"
His shoulder slump only a fraction, but it's noticeable enough that this is something that bothers him.
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"Yes. Absolutely."
He truly believes such, too.
"Listen - If you're thinking about the practical side of it, we're in Ravenclaw. 'Wit beyond measure is man's greatest treasure' and all that. Learning is encouraged. And that's what you'd be heading off to Oxford to do, right? Learn. It'd be mad to think you'd come away with nothing from the experience.
"And if you're concerned about no one having done it before - I think - Times were different before. A lot were scared and preoccupied with the wars. And, before those, associating with the Muggle community - Well. It's different now."
Somehow, and someway, he knows that Albus can do this. He can make it something real.
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(Because it is outrageous, isn't it?)
Even if Scorpius is making a whole lot of sense.
A tentative smile crosses his features, and a comforting sort of warmth settles in his stomach not unlike what Scorpius had just experienced.
He's right. Everything's different since the Boy Who Lived (his dad) helped to save the world. People don't care about Muggles and blood purity anymore; and the very few who do are commonly looked upon with pity more than anything else.
A moment's pause, and then Albus nods.
"You're right," he says, gratitude filling his words. "And their English program really, really does sound amazing."
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The phrase 'saved by the bell' has never been truer as far as gossip fodder is concerned when the clocktower suddenly chimes the end of breakfast and the transition to their first class of the morning.
Albus has a last gulp of his drink before gathering his book-bag and slinging it over his shoulder.
"Um. I'll come fine you later, then?"
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"Later, then."
- and beams happily as he gathers his things (and a few more slices of toast to munch on in transit, having been late to breakfast), he begins to believe this year might just be the best ever.
A good chat with Albus always puts him in a hopeful mood.
He's almost looking forward to classes.