SO PREDICTABLE // SCORP!

[elise]

As per usual, and fairly typical of a young ravenclaw Elise could be found in the large busy library on the fourth floor in the Castle of Hogwarts. Head deep in a book - sat right on the left side of the large space right by the window where a fair few old desks (that no doubt needed replacing in Elises' eyes from years of neglect and people etching in their names, dates, and lovers.) It was almost perfect. Left alone to be swept away by page after page. It was her most faverioute book she found herself within today - her mission had at first been to make her way through all the books in the library but there were so many she'd given up the challenge in her fourth year. Now in her final year she simply wanted to re-read what one had her excited to read the following page. Dragons. A hobby she had was reading up on dragons. It was just so interesting and indepth on where they could be found - why they were difficult to find - the point of their extintment and how wizards in this day and age fought to keep them tamed and alive. Keeping the ministry from disposing of such lethal magical creatures (because apparently their secret feast on muggles was simply called neglect, when it was simply their inbuilt nature).

Of course there was always some hidden meaning behind what the young ravenclaw did. Keeping herself preoccupied stopped her from dwelling on thoughts that got her down. You see from the outside - the pureblood veela stood tall, proud, happy and confident - but on the inside she felt like teenage drama was collapsing- gossip was heading her way, and family was about to get their forks out to start tearing her apart peace by peace. The dreaded topic had finally arisen in the owl (that sat on the very desk just above the book she'd buried her nose in). A topic most pureblood children fought so hard and in some cases threw tantrums and landed themselves being disowned for not following tradition. Marriage. Although it was a daunting thought for the seventeen year old her parents had given her the remaining year of her youth to dig out a lover before they dug one out for her. She knew she should have been grateful as most in her position would have no choice in a partner. They either took it - or they ended up on the streets with no secure background - or anything really.

Of course Elise Dubois knew her family only wanted the best for her and although they had abandoned their parents because of their secret love story they wanted her to do the right thing. Find a partner, settle down and begin a family. However Elise wanted more than that. She wanted to get a well paid job, raise to the top of her career before even thinking about family, money and husbands. She was ambitious and book smart. Quick whitted and had her eyes set on a big goal. However family meant quite more to her and she knew she'd end up arguing over this if she didn't figuire out a way of talking her parents back out of their plans. Although the Dubois weren't as well off as many pureblood families they still had a high reputation and still clung onto the whole 'women are home makers - not workers' idea. So for Elise to get a job - well it would be shattering thousands of generations tradition. It was a tricky situation she had found herself in. She sighed glancing at the last scentence her eyes had been staring at for the last five miniutes before closing the book and rubbing her eyes. She wasn't tired, simply emotionally exhausted.

WORDS! 639
STATUS! complete
TAGS! scorpius malfoy!
NOTES! sorry its short!
INSPIRATION! yeahhh not very good!
CREDITS! Template By arro @ Caution!
Pic By PIC CREDIT GOES HERE
LYRICS! "Mine" by Taylor Swift

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[scorpiusmalfoy]

hey, the rails are caught now, and i am

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falling down. a fools in the spiral round this town of
steam. my body tells me no, but i won't quit, cause
i want more. [/center]

Now, Scorpius had nothing against libraries. Having an appreciation for libraries and having time for libraries were two separate things. Unlike the summer where his own library was at his disposal twenty-four hours a day, there was something alluring -- and at times forbidden -- about Hogwart's library. Scorpius has been titillated by the beckoning of the Forbidden section since the first night he slept in the Slytherin dorm. And of course, there was no better place for a moment of quiet and thoughtfulness. Scorpius knew this firsthand (he also knew it was the perfect outpost for scoping out the most bookish ladies of Hogwarts), but sadly today's pursuit of the library was not to expand his mind or unwind in the calm sanctuary. But there was no reason to pity Scorpius, oh no, today he got to mix business and pleasure.

Scorpius was a prefect, so he was given the occasional allowance from class or activities. Recently, the Head of Ravenclaw house wished to speak with him on behalf of the students who have recently tried to check out books that were hexed with false information and cumbersome enchantments. The Head of House knew the perpetrators vandalized during the dinner and evening hours, but she hasn’t been able to put a finger on them. So, who else would be capable of tracking a hoodlum than a man from the Slytherin house? It was true, Slytherins were particularly resourceful and had 'connections' to those who do bad deeds (and it is the Slytherins who are criticized for being prejudice). So, Scorpius was sent on a mission for Hogwarts, sure that meant a couple late nights until the culprits are found, but he got to miss class when compulsory and he got to stay out late for the next few nights. Scorpius was mulling over potential assignments he’d have to cram in the early hours as he left the Ravenclaw Head's meeting spot in the Astronomy Tower. He trotted down the winding stairs at a relaxed pace, keeping a hand on his satchel so it wouldn’t bump and bounce next to him.

Sweeping a hand through his hair, Scorpius made it to the changing stairs. He waited patiently as the stairs took their good time to maneuver his way. He went down the next set of stairs, waited, and then leapt off the moving staircase on to the fourth floor landing. Navigating to the library was no tedious trick and within a few moments Scorpius was at the threshold of the library. The books that had been hexed are, of course, no longer on the shelves. Still, Scorpius had a feeling that the perpetrators did not yet know that their profane and inaccurate books have already been found, he, she, or they might be foolish enough to come back for another round of hexing. For now Scorpius was just investigating, mostly just waiting for someone to be silly enough to head over to the crime spots to get a glimpse of their own work or try to show it to their friends for a laugh.

Scorpius entered the library and immediately headed towards a cluster of tables where a familiar blond Ravenclaw sat. Business and pleasure has successfully mixed for Scorpius. His task at catching the book-modifiers was surely still on his to-do list, but Scorpius has found that multitasking was the road to sanity. He would never sleep again if he didn't accomplish multiple goals at once. Unsure whether Elise had even seen him yet (she might as well hold her nose for how deep she plunges into books), Scorpius meandered around the tables, coming back around so that he was beside and slightly behind Elise. Now typically he'd make his presence known by covering her eyes, flipping her hair, or finding some method of being boyishly obnoxious. Today, however, since Scorpius was already in investigator mode, his eye caught sight of an intriguing prop to Elise's setting at the library. "What's this?" Scorpius asked as her owl fluttered from its still position on the desk before her into his left hand, his wand resting between his fingers. "Letter from a secret admirer?" Scorpius drawled with a sly smirk. One can only speculate if his outlandish assumption would be enough to pry a Ravenclaw from an excellent read.

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[elise]

The morning had been going so well for Elise before she'd recieved her mothers owl of magical updates within the family, household and her fathers work habits. Usually they were boring - filled with words about the 'same old same old' stuff. It was only last week that Adora Dubois had been complaining that the cleaners of the household were simply not good enough any more and she'd believed a few house elves were in order to begin keeping the estate spick and span whilst the Dubois were on holiday. Of course it was a difficult challenge these days to find elves. After Hermoine Granger had come into power there had been a ban on the employment of elves without civil rights - unless they were still under the ruling of their owners. So it came to be a bid amongst the strong pureblood families to sell their elves and keep within the law - or much like Elise's parents go out of the country and find their own. In which they had done - and this morning was the letter to say they had a new addition to the family collection. Two elves called Raunty and Clyde.

Of course naturally Elise would have just ignored the fact her parents used illegal ways to make things legal under law. If only she knew the full story behind what happened within her parents doors. So after that Elise had read on to the part about finding a partner and at one point she was sure her eyes had forced themselves to the bottom of the fresh pink parchment to find love mum at the bottom with tons of kisses. Just below that was a small 'p.s.' comment on about watching her younger sister and making sure that boys keep their tale snakes within the trouser boundary. It was funny really. Elise had never been given the 'talk' that her younger sister had been forced to listen too. It was always like her parents had known Elise would be the girl that kept up a clean catholic seeming reputation. Keeping herself as the strong smart confident girl next door type - that no boy could ever have. And yet - the thought crossed her mind quickly - now she was being told to pick a boy. There were plenty - small ones, fat ones, smart ones, cocky ones. All she had to do was bat her eyelids and at least one of them would be begging at her feet. Just for one date. So now she had to begin thinking about dating about. Getting ready to start a family. Helping family ties and reputations. After all that was what her parents wanted and Elise only wanted her parents to be happy.

Her sister however was the polar opposite. She dated, batted her eye lids at any lad that was walking past just to watch them blush. Although Elise was known as the heartbreaker she could never beat her younger sister that robbed the poor boys that fell under her veela spell before crushing their hearts into pieces before they could return the favour. She was outspoken, unloyal, and no doubt not very innocent at all. She had a rebellion streak - something Elise knew men thrived off. The youngest Dubois liked it dangerous. She was like the modern pandora without the evil box. Well..... that probably wasn't far off. Elise couldn't help but feel partially jealous of the good looking sister. It used to be known that the eldest was always going to be the pretty one - the one that scored the lucky guy - the wise big sister of the family and Elise couldn't help but sink back to earth as she realised the reason she and her sister couldnt bond was because she wasnt very wise at all. She'd never dated and that was what girls her age did. She couldn't ever help her sister out over boy problems since she was more inexperianced. What was that feeling she felt looming deep inside? Well that was called failure. And it didn't sink very well within Elise Dubois.

Whats this?" the familiar voice of Scorpius Malfoy echoed into the Seventh years head. She fell back to earth with a smash and of course the shock that someone had actually been standing there caused her to jump. She glanced as to what he was refering too. The letter. "Letter from a secret admirer?" she couldn't help but laugh slightly - a mix of at her sillyness and the fact that Scorpius sounded rather.... obnoxious today. "Didnt your mother ever tell you not to stick your nose into other peoples buisness's" she replied jokingly though leaving a few moments of pause continued on "on second thought if your mother was here she'd have just taken the letter and walked off.". She leant back on her chair picking up the letter before offering it to scorpius to read. "if you really must know im pretty sure you'll end up with something similar quite soon.". she smirked playing off as if it was just family buisness and that she was ok with it.

WORDS! 879
STATUS! complete
TAGS! scorpius malfoy!
NOTES! sorry its short!
INSPIRATION! yeahhh not very good!
CREDITS! Template By arro @ Caution!
Pic By PIC CREDIT GOES HERE
LYRICS! "Mine" by Taylor Swift

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[scorpiusmalfoy]

hey, the rails are caught now, and i am

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falling down. a fools in the spiral round this town of
steam. my body tells me no, but i won't quit, cause
i want more. [/center]

The letter looked far too formal to be anything the boys at this school could concoct. Besides, Elise has always been quite the rational Ravenclaw, so he severely doubted it was a letter about poor school grades or disciplinary action. Scorpius pulled out and sat down in the chair next to Elise while glancing at the other items placed around her. Oh how typical Ravenclaw, not that he could complain, the sight of girls and books has always been well-received by Scorpius, Elise just-so-happened to be awarded with brains and beauty. Her veela blood, too, is a quality that was hard to ignore, especially for the male species within the castle walls. Scorpius was only so lucky that he has known Elise long enough to gain some sort of resistance to veela charms. Of course, his abilities have been severely weakened by lovely teenage hormones and testosterone, nevertheless, he's far better trained than most when it comes down to restraint to any woman's charms, let alone the potent affects of Elise Dubois's lucrative genes.

"My mother?" Scorpius repeated ironically. Astoria Greengrass was not above digging for dirt, not in the slightest. In fact, Scorpius probably has his mother to thank for his strong affection for collecting and keeping secrets. Scorpius smirked, as he knew that Elise was very much aware of how pureblood women behaved. There were the exceptions or the standouts amongst those brought up with pureblood ideals, but anyone with a brain could see the repetitive pattern seen in their pureblood peers. However, Elise then said something Scorpius did not expect. Something he'd probably also receive? "Well, now I am curious," Scorpius said, running his fingers over the edges of the letter. But, rather than ripping open the letter Elise did not seem too offended in him reading, Scorpius instead let his school satchel slide down from his shoulder to set it on the ground by his chair. Scorpius then opened up the letter with careful consideration as if to not flaw any crease or dent any corner.

Scorpius didn't need to read the entire letter. In fact, he only needed a couple keywords to understand exactly what Elise meant. Marriage. Oh, the word looked so ... permanent on paper. The very word had a ripple effect among pureblood parents. Once a couple matches were decided, all the sudden mothers all over Britain and beyond were scouting for perfect matches for their offspring. His own mum, he was certain, had spent years scrutinizing his female peers, judging harshly on who would be his betrothed. Thankfully dear ol' mum hasn't come to a decision yet. But letters like these always incited at least a small amount of worry in Scorpius; it only takes one ripple to create a thousand. The thoughts circulating through his head momentarily appeared on Scorpius's typically stoic visage; his eyes lit up like sparks as dreaded words like 'betrothed' and 'marriage' appeared in the letter. His mouth twisted into a shape that seemed like a cross between a smirk and grimace. Scorpius didn't need to read it thoroughly, Elise was quite right that Scorpius would receive one of his very own letters on the very same topic. Being seventeen, that time could be any day now.

"Any news on who the lucky man will be?" Despite how telling his facial reactions were upon first seeing the dreaded words, his voice did not waver from its typical, confident unwavering pace and tone. He looked to Elise looking for some cue on how she felt about the letter from her family. Of course, he wouldn't press the subject if it would offend her temperament (you always had to be careful of veelas). "Or will all worthy pureblood men just have to line up and see who gets chosen?"

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