honourbyname: (new year - new me)
Albus Severus Potter ([personal profile] honourbyname) wrote2014-06-29 02:06 pm

[OOM] Hogwarts Dorm Rooms

It's a peaceful Sunday mid-morning and the dormitories are nearly empty, save for one Albus Potter sitting up in his bed, doing something so incredibly predictable for a Ravenclaw student, it's almost downright cliche.

He's reading a book.

Oh, yes.

Most of his clothing is strewn about on the floor, and his other belongings - books stacked in piles of two - are perched precariously on the edge of his night-table. Albus has never been known to be particularly neat with his belongings but it could be worse.

(At least all of said clothing is clean, for example.)

He's flipping through pages, occasionally jotting down a note in the parchment beside him.
alsoagreengrass: hopeful, in love (I will not do it anymore)

[personal profile] alsoagreengrass 2014-08-10 02:18 pm (UTC)(link)
Right. Mr Harry Potter and the press. Not the greatest of relationships, that.

And not who Scorpius wants to be thinking about right now, anyway. So.

"Uhm."

How does he feel? Besides brilliant, if a little flabbergasted as to how the morning took its turn. (He did not plan this. Handsy snogging, yes. That, no.)

"Honestly? Like I could go another round or two," he says with a laugh.

He glances at Albus, taking stock of his (sleepy-eyed) boyfriend - and, okay, getting another eyeful, too. It's just - yeah.

"Are you - ?" He sits up, propping himself on an elbow. "I mean - How do you feel?"
alsoagreengrass: dorky, talking (I've always been a dreamer)

[personal profile] alsoagreengrass 2014-08-10 04:00 pm (UTC)(link)
"Yeah? If you're up for it," Scorpius murmurs, distracted by all the touching and Albus.

That smile.

His heart is skipping all over the place.
Edited 2014-08-13 16:10 (UTC)