RP: Scor and Lori Who: Scor and Lori, and then Al Where: The clinic, then Lori's When: 09 Sept, 2025 Summary: Talking
Scorpius was already bored with his job, going to the greenhouse, gathering required plants for potions. It was called farming or something equally unappealing. He supposed that he did get what he deserved although he had been right about the answer he would have got from Charlie. It was the reason that he hadn't went to him with any problems at all, and the reason that he wouldn't again if he would have stayed at camp. Charlie said he couldn't be trusted but trust went both ways.
He rounded the corner and looked into the clinic where he waited for Lori to be done for the day. At least he had his boyfriend back. That was something he could look forward to, really the one thing he looked forward to, although now the gym was filling the time that he spent not working as well. While he waited, he thought of flying. He missed it already, tearing through the air, directing dragons. He really was good at it, but like most things, it wasn't meant to be and second chances weren't given. It seems that others could fuck up as often as they liked and he had to forgive and look the other way, but it wasn't anything that people did for him. Even his family couldn't seem to do that.
He sighed and leaned back against the wall, trying to think of something else until Lori came out. Just like always, he reached for his hand and kissed him hello. Just like always...