HAPPY;; ARE YOU REALLY

[scorpius]

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everything is never as it seems when i fall asleep
i'd like to make myself believe
that planet earth turns slowly

Scorpius was exhausted.

There had been something wrong with him last night, some random fit of insomnia, and he hadn’t been able to sleep for more than five-minute power naps. He had prowled around his bed like a wild animal, and no matter how tired he was, he hadn’t been able to lie down or even close his eyes. Perhaps it was the beginnings of the illness that most people in the castle had. It was a miracle he had avoided it for as long as he had. Quietly, he struck up his lighter, and played with it for a while. By the courtyard was generally the only place he could get peace. Most of the other students preferred to hang out in the common rooms or in the other quidditch pitch. Most of the professors seemed to avoid the courtyard as well; but maybe that was simply because he was there. Most people seemed to give Scorpius a wide berth. He was definitely unnerving in a peculiar, Malfoy-ish sort of way.

Scorpius was craving a cigarette. He knew it was a disgusting habit- a disgusting muggle habit, but it was a part of him all the same. Still, even Scorpius didn’t have the energy to light up in full view of the professors. More energy that he didn’t seem to have. He lit the lighter again, flicking it on and off again with surprising ease considering the lack of sleep. He wondered if he was going to die from the illness- it wasn’t unheard of- and then dismissed the idea. He was probably never going to die, just keep existing just to spite everyone, like his grandfather. That put a little smile on his face.

A herbology assistant caught sight of him and hurried along with her little clipboard. Scorpius couldn't help but roll his eyes a little. He was feeling more isolated than he had in a while, and for the first time he couldn't decide whether or not it was a good thing. Scorpius could never make up his mind about these sorts of things.

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[/color][/b]" she said softly with a smile.

She wondered for a moment what he was doing here alone, then saw the cigarette in his hand. She really had no opinion on smoking. If you did it you did it, if you didn’t you didn’t it really didn’t matter much to her. She wasn’t surprised that he was alone; although he knew many people in the castle she found that he often was alone. That was the thing about having pure blood parents, you never came to school alone, you came knowing plenty of people. People who you could count on and people who you had to watch out for. For appearances were everything .[/ul]

Notes:

[/b] She seems a bit stalkerish
Tags:[/b] Scorpius
Word Count:[/b] 428 ish
Outfit:[/b]too lazy, maybe later
Location:[/b] Banner Credit:[/b] me (shona)
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[scorpius]

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everything is never as it seems when i fall asleep
i'd like to make myself believe
that planet earth turns slowly

Scorpius was done with his lighter.

The heat was getting too uncomfortable, and Scorpius wasn’t one to go to the hospital wing. He hated hospitals, the smell of them, the look of them… everything. They always reminded him of his accident, and that was something that he wanted to forget, or at least put to the very back of his mind. No, he could never forget it. Even though he couldn’t remember much of it- it was just flashes of pain and blurred images- it was a time that made him feel all too uncomfortable. Scorpius caught sight of himself in one of the small ponds, and frowned. He looked awful. Dark purple bruises were under his eyes from the lack of sleep, and his hair fell in his eyes in an unkempt and unruly way.

“Hey you,” a voice made him look up suddenly, jumping a little. He prayed that it wasn’t a professor looking for a paper he hadn’t handed in; he wouldn’t be able to keep his temper with demands today. He almost sighed in relief when he saw the bright face of Sophia looking back at him, and tilted his head to the side, as he always seemed to do when he saw her. There was something that could only be described as… well, interesting about her face. Something not quite in the ordinary. He was in a better mood now than he had been a few moments before, and although he was often as not short tempered with Sophia, and occasionally victimised her, he felt surprisingly warm towards her today.

“Hi, angel,” He said quietly, his throat hurting a little from the sleep he hadn’t gotten. Angel was Sophia’s nickname that Scorpius liked to use- the one he used when he was in a good mood, of course.

“Its nice to see you,” Scorpius told her honestly. “Although you might not be able to say the same, judging by the state of me,” He gave a dry chuckle, and took a drag of his cigarette, exhaling a small cloud of smoke and closing his eyes.

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[/color][/b]" Sophia said timidly tucking a stray strand of blond hair behind her ear. "How are you? You look kind of sick[/b]" she continued her voice equally soft. She didn’t suggest he go to the hospital wing. He was old enough to make that decision on his own. It wasn’t because she knew about his dislike for hospitals, but she had learned long ago that getting to involved in Scorpius’ life was never a good thing. He wasn’t the type that liked being told what to do.

Sophia held her assignment tightly in her right hand as she took in the surroundings. The rays of sun made the green house quite warm and in all honesty Sophia had a feeling that it was warmer in here then it was in the castle’s dungeon. Releasing her cloak a little Sophia’s muggle clothes became visible visible. Absent mindedly Sophia pulled at the bottom of her shirt. She smiled a little then spoke again "So, what brings you to the greenhouse? [/b]" she asked quietly.

She didn’t expect an honest answer from him, more of a sarcastic remark. Probably something along the lines of her was meeting the minister of muggle affairs or something of the sort. It was the type of the remark that she usually got from him. [/ul]

Notes:

[/b] sorry it’s crappy
Tags:[/b] Scorpius
Word Count:[/b] 365
Outfit:[/b]here
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[scorpius]

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everything is never as it seems when i fall asleep
i'd like to make myself believe
that planet earth turns slowly

Scorpius tilted his head a little, trying to tactfully ignore the blushing from Sophia. He wasn’t exactly sure what was wrong with her- maybe she was feeling under the weather as well, or something to that effect. He gave a rueful glance at the pond again, feeling more melancholy than he had before. She was right. He looked like he was on his last legs. Well, at least if he was dying he didn’t have to worry about the Potions essay due in. One final ‘fuck you’ to the system- typical Scorpius.

“Really…?” Scorpius drawled sarcastically at her first comment. It was like the Grinch; you could physically see his ego expanding. He had to admit, embarrassing Sophia was incredibly amusing. “Kind of sick? Me? As a dog, Sophia Amanda Pucey,” He said sadly. “As a dog,” It was two words: man flu. When Scorpius was ill, his bitchy, snide inhibitions seemed to fly out the window, and he was just like any other teenager with a cold. Needy, clingy and annoying as hell. Still, it couldn’t be said that this was a bad side of him; it was definitely better than all the cutting remarks. He took another drag of his cigarette, and then decided that perhaps smoking wasn’t the best thing for him at the moment, and after a small train of thought, put the cigarette out. Second hand smoke. It was a killer.

“You know me, I just love greenhouses,” Scorpius muttered. “Can’t get enough of them,” Yes, he was sure of it now. It was a cold or something he was coming down with- probably not the virus that swept the school, but something equally as humiliating. Scorpius, in truth, couldn’t stand being sick. Sure, it got him a few days off class, but it was a nightmare staying in bed. Scorpius by nature had a tendency to move around, even when he didn’t have anything to do. “Skipping class,” He said honestly. “But to be fair, if anyone caught me, since I look ‘kind of sick,’ they might let me off,” Scorpius snorted, glowering. He needed sympathy and attention, and he needed it NOW- and being a Malfoy, he would get it one way or another.

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[/color][/b]" she started averting her gaze to the floor "Sorry I asked,[/b]" she muttered softly. She didn’t know where that response had come from, but she was at an utter loss as to what to say to this boy. He sure knew how to step on every one of her nerves, yet she was okay with it, for it meant he was giving her some attention. Something she craved from him. The heart, what a fickle thing.

"But to be fair, if anyone caught me, since I look ‘kind of sick,’ they might let me off,” " he said. Sophia looked at him, before speaking again. Her voice was gentle and soft. "Or they will put you in quarantine, like they did with poor Brenan Wood. I hear he’s not doing well at all,[/b]"
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Notes:

[/b] sorry for the wait
Tags:[/b] Scorpius
Word Count:[/b] 433 ish
Outfit:[/b]
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