James Sirius Potter (congener) wrote in belorenetwork, @ 2015-12-19 05:06:00 |
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Entry tags: | scorpius malfoy (betterthanmost) |
So who here needs to learn to have some unbridled and spontaneous fun?
[FILTERED TO HANNAH]
Hannah, I know we're going to meet up in a few for some UNBRIDLED AND SPONTANEOUS FUN in a few hours from now, when you've gotten a chance to sufficiently relax from the straightforward woes of Muggle school (or is it sKool? We both know you're never going to be able to use all the useless trivia you're going to learn at this institution, and I say this lovingly, as a former teacher and almost Ravenclaw [thank Merlin I outwitted the Sorting Hat, for me sharing a House with my ex-wife would have cut our premature relationship short before it had a chance to blossom.], and all I can truly say to that particular adventure is 'never again'.), but I wanted to use you as a sounding board.
So, you're young. Merlin, you've been running around looking for horcruxes, and trying to save the world that I'm going to grow up in eventually, while at that age, I was lusting after a certain Ravenclaw and turning an otherwise tranquil school into chaos. But Dad's been doing the same thing as you. And - I am getting to the point- , 'lo and behold, as I was readying my makggeoli for a week, perhaps longer, fermentation process, I realized that I have a certain issues with putting the two of you on a equal pedestal. Hannah, Harry. Two people, that, ignoring gender (as you should), are not that entirely different from each other.
Naturally, I grew up with one of you. I've had the worst fights of my life with one of you - when he was home, anyway. He was, and is, a busy man, my father, but I still found time to slam the doors until they cracked right out of the hinges when we got to our worst. Stealing the keys to Sirius' motorcycle and going out for a ride in the middle of the night because I needed to catch my cool, happened more often than I cared to admit. Being brought home from those trips by my father, the Auror? Well, you can guess how well that went over. But eventually, as I matured, we patched things up. Not as well as I would've liked, all things considered, but we were getting there.
The problem is, I've more of an easy time considering you as a worthy individual than I can with him. I can talk to you. My father never talked about the War much - just about the losses we've suffered, and that he hoped that we'd never find ourselves in such an ordeal. Talked about the Marauders, and told me why he'd named me what he did.
But I look at him, the Harry here, and I immediately feel inferior. Woosh. All my efforts to work past it, undone.
So just slap me and tell me I shouldn't get orange throw pillows.I will be forever cursed with horrible taste.