Who: Scorpius and Polly
What: Having a smoke and debunking a rumor.
Where: Slytherin Common-Room / Boy's dormitory
When: Monday evening, after dinner
Rating: TBA
Status: INcomplete


Scorpius had really been keeping to himself the last week or so, not so much hiding out as making it known to everyone he did not appreciate being stared at in his own House...even if he was burning a pile of bloody clothes in the middle of the stone floor. They had been the clothes he was wearing when he found Lysander's body and he had hardly wanted to keep them around. So why shouldn't he have burnt them? What business was that of anybodies? But here it was, a week later, and people were still glancing frantically back and forth between Scorpius and the small black stain on the floor.

"You people are so plebeian." Scorpius announced to the room as a whole, sweeping it once over with a rather bored expression as he took his usual seat on the sofa by the fire. (Take, being the operative word, as there was a third year occupying it before he shooed them away)

He piled his books haphazardly on the floor beside himself- some part of him intended to study tonight, but it wasn't exactly what one would call an urgent desire.