Who: Pansy and Scorpius Where: The beach When: Saturday afternoon What: Drinking the woes away. Status/Rating: Incomplete, low
Scorpius sank down on the sand next to his Godmother. He was unbelievably glad to have her and his best friend here, but that didn't mean everything was bright and fucking chipper.
"This place is hell," he declared, pulling the red wine bottle out of the brown paper bag and uncorking it with his teeth for lack of anything better to use.
"Oh, and I have this for you, before I forget." He passed over a jar of his homemade sun repellent. "If it kept me from burning, your skin will be safe."