Who: Hugo and Scorpius Where: The beach When: Friday early afternoon What: Scorpius tests a batch of sun repellent. Status/Rating: Complete, medium for language
Scorpius considered himself a decent potions brewer, but not the best by far. He was good at making his own salves and poultices, but sun screen? Not something often requested in the perpetually overcast London. He needed to test his homemade sun repellent on himself before he handed it over to Pansy. His Godmother would not receive anything of poor quality from him.
This was his excuse for making his way down to the beach with a towel, a bottle of his concoction, and a book he'd borrowed from the library. Frankly, he needed something to get his mind off something that had been plaguing it non-stop ever since he'd decided to yield to curiousity and open a blasted piece of luggage. It was a niggling curiousity sparked by that bloody Weasley and exacerbated only further by– he didn't even know what. Could he really blame luggage for arousing his sexual curiousity? Not in his right mind.
Shoving it far from his mind, Scorpius laid out his towel, sat down on it, and then looked around. He wanted to make certain no one was around before he pulled his shirt over his head. His skin was blinding white. Before he burnt to a crisp, Scorpius squirt the sun repellent into his hands and started covering his face and neck, arms and legs. It was his back he had more trouble with.
If this could protect his skin, it could protect anyone's skin.