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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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"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.