Who: Hugo and Scorpius Where: The beach When: backdated to Wednesday early evening What: Dinner. Or something. Status/Rating: Incomplete, medium
Scorpius couldn't believe this was happening. Or, rather, that he was allowing it to happen. He was having dinner with Hugo Weasley. On the beach. He had a blanket spread out and a basket full of sandwiches, fruit, and a bag of crisps. His stomach was turning and twisting, and not from hunger, but nerves.
If Hugo stood him up–
Scorpius could think of more than one creative way to rip him a new hole.