Santa Monica l Scorpius l

[monica]

I remember the day when you left for Santa Monica
You left me to remain with all your excuses for everything
I remember the time when you left for Santa Monica
I remember the day you told me it's over

At fifteen this particular girl was more of a spitfire than most of the girls and boys of her age. Her attitude was rather large and it motivated her to do things. More eccentric than most and defiantly more personable. Even though she had been placed in Slytherin on her first eve at Hogwarts. Not that she was really surprised after all she was sort of a bad ass. Even if she was a Weasley, although it wasn’t uncommon now for those from normally do good families being put into Slytherin. It was a new trend and they were putting a kink into the fabric. That was what she lived for, breaking the fold giving her parents a run for their money. In all honesty she wasn’t really concerned about what her parent’s thought about her antics and her attitude. But in her mind there was nothing wrong with her she was only acting like herself that is. Nothing was off about her in her own mind. Roxanne Weasley waltzed to her own tune.

Oh yes, she was a Weasley and she wasn’t sure what to think about that. But they were her family so she just went along with it. For the most part she ignored their ways and continued on her own arrogant little way. Their town house was modest, but Roxanne had her own room. It was purple in color the electric purple color. In the middle of the room was a large circular white bed with a flowing white curtains falling from the ceiling. On the large sized queen bed sat a black haired curled up in the middle drawing. She was far to lazy to actually do anything on her summer vacation. After all she had spent most the early morning practicing. Ever since she knew that her academic future was zippo she knew she had to focus on quidditch. That had practically over taken her life but she still had time for the fun stuff. Even at the tender age of fifteen she liked to party and she wasn’t shy when she got around a night club or party. In fact lots of people knew about Roxy. Her crazy outings and eccentric outfits. Where ever she went she was often noticed. For whatever the reason was.

Her days were often boring until she went out and found something that was interesting. Which was what she was planning on doing today, eventually that is. Being as she was already dressed all she had to do was walk out the door. Adorned in a white wide necked shirt and a pair of ripped up jean shorts. The jet black hair was done up with her traditional side sweep bang. Make up as always was done a little over the top when it came to the eyes. Which only make them look even more electric. But this was just typical Roxanne Weasley. She was pretty much always the same but she still managed to surprise people. That was what she lived for in the end being out there and the middle of the mess. Over the years she had to do that to get any attention, that was good anyway. Roxy got enough bad attention at home but she wanted the good kind, so she got it from people outside of their household. Not that it was hard, since she didn’t get along with them very well anyway. A snake in the middle of lions wasn’t a good mix.

Getting off the bed she stretched, her tight muscles relaxing. Putting on a pair of ballerina flats she was out the door. Not knowing where she was heading but she knew that it would be someone good. It only took her a minute and she knew where she was going. A large crown, rides and food. Oh she was going to the amusement park. Roxanne didn’t know why but she was going there right now. It seemed like a good opportunity to have a good time. It was busy enough anyway and it would do for fun at the current time. The sun as playing peek a boo with the clouds and when ever it would come out it would glimmer onto her tanned skin. In front of her not even ten paces was a bench. It looked like a good place to have a sit and people watch. One of her most favorite past time. [/size][/color][/font]

[crayola]

Hey there Delilah
What's it like in New York City?
I'm a thousand miles away
But girl, tonight you look so pretty
Yes you do
Times Square can't shine as bright as you
I swear it's true

Scorpius had come to the Summer Fest Amusement Park for two reasons only; one, obviously, was to escape his house and the person inside of it. His mother, sadly, wasn't home and without her, the Malfoy Manor seemed to be chaotic. Astoria, the beautiful mother of Scorpius, was able to fix the negative feel of the home, even if it took just a small motherly smile. Draco, on the other hand, had his youth coming to a temporary end. Worried wrinkles seemed to have carved themselves into Draco's skin as he tried deeply to prove to Miss Bellatrix Lestrange that despite Lucius' “mistake”, they were still worthy. He seemed to be succeeding in this greatly, but it was what she had Mr. Malfoy doing that caused him to seem so... old. His father, keen on having Scorpius become a deatheater, was training him thoroughly, never giving the boy a break. Scorpius, however, had managed to escape the manor, and apparated over to the amusement park.

Another reason, more obvious than any other, was to meet new people. These people were particularly new girls who he hadn't had the pleasure of manipulating yet. He wasn't always that sort of person: the kind who chased after girls, got them to fall for him, slept with them and then ditched them; but it was rare that his persona would alter.

Scorpius had just came off of a water ride; he had sat in a log, gone up a surprisingly large hill, and rode downhill quickly, growing wet as he landed in water. He had managed to persuade a girl, who was stunning through Scorpius' eyes, to ride it with him. He now, stared admiringly at the largest roller coaster known to the Wizarding World; he had been planning all day on riding the thing, and was up for the challenge. Although first, he decided to take a small break. Walking around the crowded park was hard, especially if you refused to go home. As he walked towards a bench, he noticed a girl who looked oddly familiar, sitting down. He ran his fingers through his blonde, curly hair, a famous habit he had adopted, and tried to remember where he had seen her. He was familiar with one of the Weasley’s, and that was Rose. This girl clearly wasn't Rose, but she had similar features. And furthermore, he could have sworn he had seen her with Rose at least a couple of times. As he sauntered over to the bench, he decided that he would take the risk of referring to her as a Weasley.

"It's not surprising to the see a Weasley sitting down on a bench at an amusement park. You lot never seem to take a risk and go on the rides." He small pang of regret made its way through Scorpius; he hadn’t meant for his comment to come out so cruel. It was just who he was.

[monica]

The park bench she had sat herself on was in the middle of everything. Eying everything and everyone around her. People watching was one of her most favorite past times and it wasn’t like she couldn’t go on rides. She just chose not to do so, in her mind it was a little juvenile. Even at fifteen she was mature for her age or maybe she just didn’t care for such antics. It wasn’t that she didn’t care for the rides it was just all the girls yelled and pretended to be scared so they could throw themselves at some guy. Wasn’t what she was into. So basically she gave up on them all it was far to much drama, when there was so much of it out there already. So why go out and look for it. For nay matter it didn’t take some stupid ride for her to get attention from anyone.

From a distance she noticed blond boy, one that she even recognized. From her own house at Hogwarts even though he was a couple years in front of her. Not that it mattered her in anyway, she talked to anyone. Roxanne didn’t think he would walk to her and actually talk to her. But some times surprises actually happened. His comment was a little rude but it slid of her shoulders and she shrugged her shoulders. Roxy looked up with her electric eyes which pierced him. “Hmm” she started. “Well, maybe I just wasn’t interested because that is what every one else is doing” she said in a sarcastic manner while smirking.

Roxanne was very much a slytherin and was surprising to most that she was a Weasley. It even shocked her from time to time. After all she didn’t know where she got her attitude, maybe she wasn’t a part of the family after all she really didn’t look like them. But as far as she knew she had gone home with them on her birthday so she must belong to them. Roxy was just a different girl. “It’s Roxanne or Roxy by the way” she added with a small smile. She already knew who he was but she would just go with this. After all she needed someone to talk to she was terribly bored.

[crayola]

Scorpius couldn't help but grow slightly surprised at the sharpness of her eyes; he somehow favored the distinctness of them. Her tone was sarcastic as she responded to him, and Scopius could already tell that this girl differed from the rest.

"Well then why are you here?" Scorpius questioned, his eyebrow raised as the smirk grew upon his lips.
"Scorpius." He muttered, introducing himself as well.


* OOC notes;;; sorry, it’s really short I had a case of writers block

[monica]

Roxanne prided herself in being different. Coming from a long line of Weasleys, well she had to do something to be different. Being in Slytherin, well that had done it. That and her attitude had labeled her a black sheep. In fact she had done all she could to not be associated with her siblings. Although it was futile, she was a Weasley and she got over it. It didn’t mean anything to her. Roxanne was who she was and that wasn’t typical. It many way she was dark and could care less what others thought about her bad attitude. In her mind she was just showing that not all of them were pansies and actually had a back bone. Well that was what her opinion was anyway. She chuckled at his question, he was very direct. Something that she enjoyed. There was no need to beat around a bush. “People watching” she said while shrugging her shoulders.

It was one of her favorite past times. “Haven’t you ever just taken the time to watch people” Roxanne asked while raising one of her own sculpted brows. A soft smile played on her lips as she gazed from him to the scenery around them. Roxanne was taken back by who he was. Two families weren’t exactly friends. But that didn’t stop her from talking to people before. “Hmm, pleasure I’m sure” she added sarcastically. It was just something the young slytherin couldn’t help. The sarcasm in her was like venom. “Would you like to sit” Roxy asked trying to be polite. It was rather intimidating him standing before her while she sat.

[crayola]

Scorpius had never sat down, as a hobby, to watch people commit to their daily lives. He had been given tasks by the Dark Lord to spy on people, and he usually was on the look out for attractive members of the opposite sex, but otherwise, Scorpius could care less about the lives of others. That was simply the kind of person he was; strangers held no importance to Scorpius, and he couldn’t have cared whether they lived or died. But he could see that this girl, Roxanne as she had introduced herself, was keen on this activity. Her voice was sarcastic in the comment she made after he had introduced himself, and Scorpius’s eyebrow raised. His voice filled itself with artificial sweetness as he spoke back.
“Oh yes, I’m always happy to meet Weasley’s.” He muttered, his voice low and arrogant.

Scorpius sat upon the bench, taking her up on her offer as the arrogant smirk grew upon his lips.
“Of course I people watch. Girls, in particular.” He stated haughtily, his eyes passing the numerous people walking by.
But he obviously didn’t waste his time searching crowds to concern himself with people he didn’t know, especially when there were rides waiting to be ridden.
“Well, seeing as this people watching is no use, I can help you spend your time in a better manner.” He suggested, his attempt at politeness barely successful as his eyes turned to one of rides; he had meant that he would take her upon one of the rides.
Scorpius stood up, holding his hand out to her; the smirk refused to leave his lips as he made an effort to actually smile.