[SCORP] SET FIRE TO THE RAIN.

[isis pandora gaunt]

through the rising and falling apart, we discover who we are

She couldn’t believe her luck. She had swarmed herself in books yesterday for the essay she’d taken hours to write up – only to have found herself on the second floor – flooded, and trapped with james potter. And karma had then come to bite her ass when she’d lost the essay in the flood. So not only did she spoil her rather expensive jimmy choos, she’d lost her hard work and had to do it again within a two hour time limit before the class. She’d never failed to hand in homework on time, but today she had a feeling that all because of the mishaps from the day before she was about to start a new record on her school portfolio. And she couldn’t help but be in a foul mood about it. Of course she knew if she couldn’t hand the work in she’d probably burst into tears and cause a scene. She was known for being over dramatic. She’d once slipped on the bottom stair of the first floor – and she’d screamed until professors came to take her to the hospital wing because she thought she was about to loose her leg. She couldn’t help it. It was a bad habit she’d picked up off her mother who was of course completely psyco when it came to her children hurting themselves.

Isis strolled on into the library, she was only short really, standing at just five foot. The sixth year barged through a group of younger students as if they weren’t there before heading to the shelves she’d stood the day before spending over an hour pondering over books. She tried her hardest to remember which books she had actually used – the more she thought she used her memory the more chance she’d have to remember everything from the day before. Rushing as fast as she could she grabbed a handful of rather heavy but well used books and slammed them onto a nearby table – before swinging her back off her shoulder and placing it next to the books. She scrambled through for a short while before pulling out parchment and a quill. She sat herself down and began scribbling up what she could remember from the day before – but her luck was just about to run out. She’d sat for a long time, and it didn’t take long till she realised that she’d actually worked all the way through the lesson she was meant to hand it in.

”oh bollocks!” she shouted, before getting returned ”shh”’s from the group of seventh year ravenclaws studying behind her. She dropped her quill in a temper, before placing her elbows onto the table and resting her head in her hands. ”what a pile of crap, don’t see why I have to do defence against the dark arts anyway. Waste of bloody time if you ask me” she grumbled quietly to herself.

THIS IS CRAP, SO SORRY <3 NEXT WILL BE BETTER..

[scorpius hyperion malfoy]

No matter how good one was at observation, there were always a few select things that required a prompt at a later time or date in order to become apparent to the midns eye. Scorpius had experienced many situations of his own which leant evidence towards that little theory, mostly revolving around school work (one question able to open the floodgates to pages in books he had read years ago, for example), but in real life situations as well. This was certainly one of the latter although... he found himself admitting that the former might have some relevance in this situation. It was only because of school work that he even really knew the girl who, on entering the library and looking around for a space, he realised hadn't just been in the lesson she had supposed to have been in.

It was scandalous. Both the fact that Isis Gaunt hadn't been in the lesson and also the fact that it had taken the sight of her very much not anywhere near the lesson for Scorpius to realise that she hadn't been present for class. He mentally berated himself for such a thing even as he found himself moving through the rather student-filled library towards the girls table. There were no qualms going through him over the fact that he might possibly be interupting her, no such thing; from his experience, a girl sitting with a discarded quill and her head in the hands didn't really imply she was doing anything. Except perhaps reading.

Then again, his experience with females wasn't as extensive as some males he might care to mention should the topic of conversation ever come up (which as the only person he ever really indulged in gossip with was Dominique, wouldn't be likely for the immediate future at least).

Other people might have offered a quiet 'hey', perhaps, or a subtle clearing of the throat, to alert someone that they were there. They might have even asked politely whether they could possibly take advantage of the free seat (in hushed tones, of course, this was a library and he had read that rule out of sheer amusement years ago), and waited on their feet until a positive or negative reply was given. Scorpius, on the other hand... did nothing like that at all.

His form of announcing he was there was by dropping his school back onto the free desk space opposite the hunched form of the Gaunt girl (at which he honestly did find himself mentally laughing). That movement was followed by him elegantly sliding into the free seat opposite the Ravenclaw, tapping his fingers on the desk top and then waiting for acknowledgement that he was there...

At which point, all he did was arch an eyebrow in her direction, the question glinting in his eyes. Now where in Merlin's name were you?

[isis pandora gaunt]

through the rising and falling apart, we discover who we are

It would perhaps be gossip of the century that isis gaunt had actually missed a class. Even when she was ill she never faulted to attend a class. Her life was all about her grades. She simply adored being adored, and the only way she felt like she got the attention from it was by succeeding and beating everyone else. Competitiveness ran in the family of course so it was only natural for isis to follow – even if it were on a slightly different angle to other people and the way they worked. Isis couldn’t help but feel her life shatter. Drama queen? Oh yes, she’d even admit it once her rant or breakdown was over. She acted like a hypochondriac except worse. She wouldn’t let something go till something either a. better came along to dramatize over or b. something worse came and slapped her around the face. The past few days had been awful, and she sure as hell was going to rant over to her brothers about James Potter and his bloody awful antics. She’d kill that boy… if she had the guts. She couldn’t help but feel sorry for him – he’d lost his parents, and she knew how that felt.

When she’d lost her father it was like her whole world had come collapsing down around her. Sure her brother paid not a lot of attention to it. They had the funeral and they’d moved on without batting an eyelash. Isis on the other hand, turned into a bit of a drama whore. She loved the attention, loved to succeed, simply adored being better than other people. So when someone came along and snatched that away her reaction was to have a hissy fit, breakdown then of course like any other spoilt pureblood child – was to get payback. it was only a matter of time before she ended up scaling down the wrong path. Perhaps she’d end up as nuts as that Bellatrix black. Only time would tell that of course.

She couldn’t help but feel like she was being watched from every angle. She missed a class, and there sure as hell would be questions over the matter. And her excuse? sorry sir, I was working my ass of on your shit piece of work that a prick decided to destroy on me so I had to start it again. she knew detention would only be around the corner. Detention. With low life scum. With potter knowing her luck. She couldn’t face up to the idea. She’d rather scrub moaning myrtles bathroom than sit in a room with a bunch of nobodys. What was the world coming too? Well isis sure as hell didn’t know but to her it felt like the end of the world.

it was at that moment she heard a bag drop on the seat opposite. She didn’t move to even look at first. She simply clenched her eyes tighter trying to disappear. Perhaps go home, cry in her room – rewrite the essay and then return like nothing had ever happened. Pay some adult to mind wipe the professor of the dark arts class she was meant to have attended or something. ANYTHING.

But it didn’t happen, and eventually she couldn’t fight the urge to look at the person who was staring opposite. She raised her head, spotting scorpius malfoy tapping his fingers on the desk and a look on his face as if to say “where the hell were you”. She had meant to be in the class with him, and of course she usually sat quite close to him in the classes as she wasn’t really a fan of the girls in her year. They were all still too…. immature… for her to deal with. She shook her head, before folding her arms.

”Don’t even go there.” she muttered as she leant back in her chair, gazing over at scorpius, before the look just smply cracked her. She had to tell someone. She needed it off her chest. ”That potter, im going to kill him. “ she spat the words out like venom. ”and you are going to come as second on the list if you don’t wipe that bloody look off your face.” she added.

WALLA!..

[scorpius hyperion malfoy]

One of the advantages of lip reading was the whispers and mutters were as easy to understand as the shouted word, and as everything inbetween the two extremes. Of so Scorpius had gathered. Without any personal knowledge in the area, he'd relied on his parents and closest friends to test the theory, and while he wasn't the most paranoid of boys, the idea that they had pretended, or lied, had rung through his mind from time to time. He had no idea how loudly she had spoken the words which she had, but they were easy enough to read off her lips and to him that was all that mattered.

Don't even go there. Oh, he wouldn't have to. Scorpius was fairly convinced on that, simply from her expression and the way she looked so eager to simply explode (or implode, it was all the same thing to him) with a full scale rant on the topic that had her both missing a class (not something which had occured before, as far as he was aware) and sat in the library with her head in her hands and a... sheet of rapidly scrawled writing, if his eyes were not decieving him. He was curious, of course he was. But why ask when he could simply maintain the same look and just wait for her to tell him?

He didn't have to wait long either. Admittedly, when people spat words, their faces contorted into something rather unpleasant, in which state their lips were hard to read, so all he managed to get when the words did explode out of her was the name 'Potter'... but really, for Isis? That was enough. Scorpius wasn't blind or stupid, and he paid attention to the social situations going on around him even if he didn't have any of his own... and one would have had to have been both blind and stupid to miss that little thing.

He wanted to ask which Potter, and was about to do so, raising his hands into the air to shape out the words before realising that despite their studying together, most of his and Isis Gaunt's communication had come from the written word. So he sighed instead (a sound, not that he was aware of it, but it was an actual, audible sound), and opened his bag to pull out a quill, a spare piece of parchment and the bottle of self-erasing ink he had specially for this purpose. With little fuss, his hand had soon written a message in his own elegant script and then pushed it over for her to see.

Mind divulging which Potter had twisted your knickers this time around?

After a moment, however, he pulled it back towards him before it could fully reach her, adding beneath that question:

And I missed the second part of your little rant. Speak more slowly and clearly next time, do.

Then the parchment was pushed over afresh and this time, Scorpius left it be, pulling his hands away from it with a smirk gracing his own pointy features.

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