what's your view? [Scorpius]

[jayy]

Another day out and another night in. School was done for the day and now the night called the students back to their chambers to study, hang out, or in Marcus' case party. Tonight though was different. Instead of heading back upstairs to the dorm and bulling off his robes, showering, and getting ready for the night shift, Marc simply walked in and plopped down on the emerald green couch that sat in the middle of the room. Something had come over him these past few days. His mind seemed to be fogged up and his normal way of thinking seemed to be taking a longer route than the shortcut like it had been proven to do over the years. Dinner didn't even look appetizing tonight. He only ate a roll and a spoonful of mashed potatoes before calling it a night and dismissing himself from the table.

Now though he sat, all alone in the common room, his mind turning gear after gear to try and wrap his head around what exactly was going on with him. Sure his father had been breathing down his neck the past couple of days (sending two howlers instead on one in the mornings), but he had always dealt with it before and come out without any side effects. Now though it was different. Maybe it was because it was his last year at Hogwarts and he had absolutely no idea what he wanted to do when he hit the real world. Then again he really didn't have a choice. His father had already save him a chair in the board of operations room in his company office. Marc needed a way out, a way to get out of his father's shadow and to build a name for himself. He always thought that was what his dad was preparing him for, but turns out he could never be more wrong.

Leaning his head back, Marcus closed his eyes and ran a hand through his dark brown hair. Stressful. That word didn't even come close to how he felt right now. The door to the common room opened, signaling the arrival of a new visitor to the emerald getaway, but Marcus made no acknowledgement, but instead simply stared up at the ceiling.

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[scorpius]

There was a strange feeling that had overcome Scorpius Malfoy; instead of feeling like the king of the castle he did feel ashamed. All the Slytherin’s saw Scorpius as the prince of Slytherin, which wasn’t true at all because that use to be his father’s title and Scorpius was more like his mother, Astoria. For the past few weeks Scorpius had been fooling around with a Gryffindor, fifth year. There was generally nothing wrong with this because most Slytherin guys messed around with girls, no matter what house they were in. Scorpius Malfoy had been messing around with Rose Weasley.

The pair had argued earlier today and now Scorpius was pretty much fuming, he was angry with himself and her. He hadn’t meant to hurt her but she had to understand that people weren’t allowed to discover what he had been up to, therefore, he had left and he probably wouldn’t see her again. Apart from Rose, he did had a small thing for Adora Flint, she was beautiful and definitely the type of girl that his parents would approve of and she was pureblooded. What more could they won’t right? Of course if Adora found out he was using her to hid the fact he fancied Rose Weasley, she’d probably beat him up and expose him for what he really was.

At some point he had to confide in his cousin, Brielle Nott, a Hufflepuff but Scorpius loved his cousins simply because he had no cousins. She’d know what to do and she’d tell him straight if he should come out and let the world know he had been with Rose in secret for god knows how long, or lead Adora Flint on. Logical answer was to tell people about Rose but he did have a reputation to think of, and he didn’t want to upset his father.

Scorpius walked into the Slytherin common with his hands shoved deep it to his pockets and his head hung low, he almost didn’t notice the older Slytherin sat on the couch, “Alright?” Once simple word, which would require an easy answer, everybody wins and he wasn’t in the mood for a massive conversation. Scorpius had met Marcus in his childhood days when they use to be shoved in a room and ordered to play so his parents could socialize with other purebloods and that’s how they became good friends. That was pretty much how Scorpius knew most of his childhood friends actually.

[jayy]

Footsteps called out on the stone floor of the Slytherin common room, each one growing a tad louder, signaling the approach of some random visitor. Still, Marcus kept his head back and his eyes glued upwards, that was until the voice spoke out. "Alright?" it questioned, drawing the boy's blue eyes to an all too familiar figure. Scorpius Malfoy, a blonde headed guy that stood just about even with himself. His mind turned backwards to the days of them two growing up, each pushed together while their parents dealt with work and death. Still, they had grown up together and became very close during their years at Hogwarts, even if he was a year below Marcus. Looking back up at the ceiling, he rolled his eyes. "Just terrific, mate." He replied sarcastically. "My father's still up my ass about everything." Scorpius knew well about how his father wanted him to be a spitting image of him, even once caught them yell at one another when he'd come visit during the summer. He was about the only true friend Marcus had, but even at that the brown headed boy didn't change his attitude towards him.

"You aren't looking peachy either." Marcus spoke up, noting the boy's slummed over look. Normally, he wouldn't bother to ask how the other person felt, but once again childhood memories tugged on what was left of his heart, and the words came tumbling out before he could catch them. He leaned up, now sitting straight on the emerald couch, gazing over at the blonde headed boy with an amused look.

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[scorpius]

Most people would say that Slytherin’s didn’t have feelings, which was untrue, they still hurt once in a blue moon but what Scorpius was feeling wasn’t hurt, could it possibly be regret? Was he regretting hurting the younger Gryffindor, or did he regret nearly ruining his reputation with his fellow Slytherin’s, maybe it was a good thing that he didn’t continue his secret meetings with Rose Weasley, it could of ended badly and he was almost positive that arguing possibly saved both their arse’s, after all, imagine what her family would think if they knew she was attracted to Scorpius Malfoy. If anyone asked he could always say he was going to humiliate her in front of her and was only using her for a good time, what Slytherin wouldn’t believe that?

Scorpius heard the sarcasm in his friend’s voice but didn’t say anything else, instead he sat opposite him in the large arm chair across from him and looked around the common room to see if there was anyone else hiding. “Funny that, sounds like my dad.” People had always told him how he looked like his father, from the platinum blonde hair to the grey eyes which led Draco to believe his son would take exactly after him and was convinced that Scorpius would be like him during his time at Hogwarts. Little did he know his son was far more gentle than he was and actually gave others a chance and if other people didn’t like it, he knew were their loyalty lied and he could easy hex them.

The blonde headed boy shrugged and folded his arms, “Let’s just say I’ve been better.” He wasn’t going to go into detail, after all he couldn’t tell Marcus he’d been hanging around with Rose Weasley, that would most likely ruin his reputation. Then again his thoughts kept going back to Adora, she was beautiful and would make the perfect cover up.

[jayy]

Out of the corner of his eye, Marcus caught the blonde headed boy move across the room and sit in the house colored arm chair opposite of himself. Being as polite as he could, he lowered his head back down to face him, his blue eyes peering over at the image of the boy that was lit by the fire burning in the fireplace near him. "Funny that, sounds like my dad." Malfoy had spoken up. For some reason, Marcus doubted that. Scorp's father was Draco Malfoy, a well established man who had his place in society, but then again he was friends with the Potters, a family that the Harding's had grown to hat (mainly cause of what happened during the Wizarding War way back when). He didn't hate them too bad, especially since one of them was in the same house. Albus? Yeah, that was his name. He had earned a little respect for himself of the years, and that meant Marcus could somewhat tolerate his other siblings. Still, Marcus didn't think that his dad could be as bad as his. He shrugged a little in reply. "I dunno about that, mate. But I'll give ya the benefit of the doubt." He replied, remembering how Draco had treated the two when they were younger and on their usual slapped together play dates for their fathers' business meets.

Blue eyes met the gaze of grey ones as Scorpius shrugged a bit, telling him that he had better days. This brought a funny little grin across Marcus' face. "Girl trouble is it?" He said, half guessing the subject. It was either that or a run in with someone, and since Scorpius had proven to be a bit softer over the years, Marcus assumed it was a girl and hopefully not a guy.

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[scorpius]

Draco had always had a plan his son would turn out like him, wear classy suits and behave like a typical Slytherin. That wasn’t who Scorpius was, he’d always make out his son was like him and would be some sort of Slytherin prince like his father had been but Scorpius had a bit of Astoria’s personality which was definitely more gentle than Draco’s personality. The only thing you could say that was similar to his father was the Grey eyes and Blonde hair everything else he had from his mother but he had his athletic build from all the Quidditch he had played. His father had sabotaged his trunk and put a load of suits in it and posh polished shoes but thankfully his mother had packed him some casual muggle clothes that he would wear instead of suits.

The blonde smirked and leaned back in his armchair before he shrugged slightly, “Well, you don’t know how much he wants me to be like him. Always sending my suits like there going out of fashion.” After growing up with his father he had actually grown sick of the sight of suits. Scorpius had never looked good in a suit but his father thought that they were a smashing piece of clothing. The next thing made Scorpius panic slightly, did he know about Rose? “Er, you could call it girl trouble.” He spoke a shifted uncomfortably in his seat.