Post by crayola on Dec 6, 2009 21:30:18 GMT -5
Scorpius had, in such short time, grown utterly irritated with his family. His grandfather had given him numerous reasons to be disgusted with his father and he had only recently decided to questions these reasons more carefully. Both his parents had decided to enter his house unexpectedly and Lucius and them had engaged themselves in a heated argument. The topic mainly had been Scorpius and usually, he wouldn’t protest to being the centre of attention. However, he had hated that particular moment of being the person their arguments revolved around. His mother had made a rather impossible demand of Scorpius coming to live with her and, as usual, Lucius was still very controlling. So in other words, his family was mad. He had been overly surprised when Draco had assisted him in not hurting his mother emotionally and asked him what it was exactly that he wanted. But still, Scorpius didn’t understand the majority of people he was related to.
It had been a while since Scorpius had made Isabella Swan another one of his conquests. He had, temporarily and stupidly, developed feelings for the girl but had repressed them rather well. It had been a pretty interesting night when Scorpius had convinced her to have sex, considering she had only a few days ago made out with his father. Draco and Isabella had only kissed, but it was enough to make Scorpius grow repulsed by the man every time he thought or saw him. However, Scorpius was unaware of their past, but had no idea that others were.
This, because of his insane family, was why he sat in the Hog’s Head, ordering his fourth glass of Firewhisky. It seemed like a tempting idea to drink his problems away, and considering no respectable person willing to tell Lucius of his whereabouts was present, he had given into the idea. Still, after almost finishing his fourth drink, Scorpius felt no symptoms of intoxication, which was odd seeing as he was usually the one to easily grow drunk. Taking a break from letting the alcohol burn his throat pleasantly, he let his grey eyes wander throughout the pub where spotted a cloaked woman.
It had been a while since Scorpius had made Isabella Swan another one of his conquests. He had, temporarily and stupidly, developed feelings for the girl but had repressed them rather well. It had been a pretty interesting night when Scorpius had convinced her to have sex, considering she had only a few days ago made out with his father. Draco and Isabella had only kissed, but it was enough to make Scorpius grow repulsed by the man every time he thought or saw him. However, Scorpius was unaware of their past, but had no idea that others were.
This, because of his insane family, was why he sat in the Hog’s Head, ordering his fourth glass of Firewhisky. It seemed like a tempting idea to drink his problems away, and considering no respectable person willing to tell Lucius of his whereabouts was present, he had given into the idea. Still, after almost finishing his fourth drink, Scorpius felt no symptoms of intoxication, which was odd seeing as he was usually the one to easily grow drunk. Taking a break from letting the alcohol burn his throat pleasantly, he let his grey eyes wander throughout the pub where spotted a cloaked woman.