JUST THE WAY WE ROLL. [Scorpius]

[scorpius hyperion malfoy]

There was a routine that had to be kept in the mornings. While Scorpius wasn't one of those people who had a routine for every little thing, and who couldn't handle it when something came along to break up the patterns they made out of life, he did have certain areas where a routine, a path to follow, was required. Mornings were a casing example. Earlier than the rest of his dormates, his alarm would go off - an alarm without sound of course, a charm on his pillow which made it vibrate and glow at a certain time until he woke up enough to grasp his wand and cast the counter. Then without being disturbed by blundering boys who really didn't do well, he could gather his things in peace, before heading to the showers without fear of people taking him by surprise.

A quick wash, then he'd get clothed, do his hair, before heading back to his dorm just as the rest of the boys in his year were stumbling out of bed (rather akin to the stories of inferni that's he'd had to read in secret due to his father's reluctance to speak of stories like that). He'd spent sometime on his bed, ensuring he was packed and ready for the days classes, double checking his homework, before he'd avoid the morning crowds of students and head to the great hall without any entourage. Arriving early, he'd take a seat, pull a book out, and pretend to read it as he watched the other students slowly filter in. It was the same thing every morning up to this point, a familiar routine that was now used as a slow and gentle way to wake up.

After this point it could vary, however. Either he'd find himself sitting with friends who had drifted in around him, friends from his house... or a familiar head of golden blonde hair would be gawped at as it crossed the hall, heading away from its home table of the badgers and towards the snake table, and him. His inability to completely switch off his trait of watching the people around didn't allow him to be surprised by such a thing any longer, even if he had a good book open in front of him. And that meant that even without directly looking, feeling a hand lay across his shoulder didn't make him react in the same way as it would at, say, any other point in the day. It was a hand that had grown familiar after six years, after all, and once which had a rare smile gracing the silent lips of the boy as he looked up from the printed words just as his best friend slid into the seat opposite him.

"Good morning," he signed, fingers dancing through the air in a pattern that was more native to him than speaking. "And isn't it always pumpkin juice? You could always try to civilise yourself with tea one of these days, you know."

[/i][/color] Scorpius rather enjoyed signing. It allowed him to control the expressions which shone on his face as one would control a completely seperate entity, better than people who had to use their lips to speak. The smile he was wearing now though was an example of that.

Personally, he could never really imagine not doing an essay. Not starting it, not finishing it, nothing... The Malfoy heir was rather famous amongst his professors for turning homework in completed to a high standard and on time... but then again, unlike other sixteen year old boys, he was hardly one for the social distractions that stole their attention away from their studies. "Only one for Binns. Though the transfiguration essay is due in tomorrow... you do remember that, right? And how delightful for you. Are they fangirling over anyone amusing this time?" Gossip... was not something he had ever really indulged in, but the stories Dominique sometimes told about her dorm mates were amusing. Besides, she had left the perfect opening for such a question. Not asking would have been criminal. [/blockquote][/justify]

[scorpius hyperion malfoy]

"That's going a bit to far, isn't it? I find myself quite partial to pumpkin juice on occasion."

[/i][/color] Actually the Malfoy teenager could never really find anything truely wrong with such a beverage. It was hardly the most exciting of things to drink, and really, he would much prefer access to drinks at the evening meal of wine, a single glass was much more upper class than simple juice. Evening meals involved a glass of wine with the different courses at home... but things were slightly different here. "Coffee..."[/i][/color] he pulled a face of digust, poking his tongue out at the female (and looking to the people still eying the pair from his table and the surrounding ones, like quite the little weirdo - something he didn't register and wouldn't have really cared about if he had done), "The only way that drink is even remotely drinkable is with twice as much sugar as actual coffee beans."[/i] Or perhaps that was just because Scorpius had a rather large sweet tooth. No matter.

The look of mischief was a familiar one, and one that on most other people would have gained a dissapproving sneer from Scorpius, or simply gained them the ability to be disregarded completely. He took his work ethic incredibly seriously, after all, more so than some Ravenclaws even. Yet with Doninique, the obvious knowledge that it hadn't been done (even though it had been a rather easy waste of only half an hour or so) only gained a faint shake of Scorpius' head and a hand reaching out to pick up a pot of marmalade. "I would have gained a more entertaining reaction if I had just simply not mentioned that one at all,"[/i][/color] he grumbled (the tone, which not obvious in the dance his fingers were taking through the air, was shining rather clearly in his eyes, which also showed it not to be done in an incredibly serious manner). "But of course you have that one under control. I would have written it on the back of your hand when it was given if I thought you didn't."[/i]

The gossip of girls (or, really, of anyone) was not something he had found himself interested in. While reading lips was incredibly easy for him now, the speed of those conversations had the tendency to make his eyes hurt and give him the idea to simply leave well enough alone. The patterns performed in the 'gossip' circles all seemed incredibly repeated as well, and it was far beyond him how anyone could find it interesting after six years... yet you would still sometimes find yourself unable to enter a room due to a gaggle of girls all leaning in and whispering to one another (at least, he guessed they were whispering, what with them talking into the ears of others more often than not), and blocking the doorway. "No accounting for taste then."[/b] He stated absently, turning to cover one side of his toast with the previously obtainted marmalade. The trouble with sign language was that it involved him having to watch the other person, and watch them constantly. Pauses to butter toast could not be too long, in case something was missed.

"From what I've been able to gather, guys prefer to brag about their latest conquests or pull idiotic pranks on their own friends. I can't recall a princess ever having been mentioned,"[/i][/color] Or if it had been, it hadn't been while he had been paying attention. With some people, he tended not to even bother doing that though. They simply were not worth his time. Still, he arched an eyebrow at her request, almost choking on the mouthful of toast he had just taken a bite of before raising one hand to quickly respond. "Your sanity's at risk and you think it might be saved... in my dorm? Do you have any idea what the regular teenage boy keeps under his bed or locked away inside his trunk?"[/i][/color] [/justify][/blockquote]