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honourbyname) wrote2014-06-29 02:06 pm
honourbyname) wrote2014-06-29 02:06 pm
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[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.
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.
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He smiles and lets it sort of linger on his face.
Yeah, lets not talk or think about Albus' dad for a little bit. Talk about a moment-killer. (Sorry, dad.)
He traces the line of Scorpius' jaw with a finger, the motion entirely fond.
"We could go again. If you want. Before the morning's over."
... and everyone gets back.
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That smile.
His heart is skipping all over the place.
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He feels like he'd run a marathon, but that's just Scorpius' effect on him.
It's strange. Brilliant. He's honestly never felt anything like this before.
So ... yeah. Another round couldn't be a better idea.