[LOG] Flashback: The Chamber of Snogs
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ass_teaWhere: Hogwarts: Sixth Floor
When: end of May 2021 (fourth year)
It was a quiet Saturday near the end of the year, the kind where students were busy studying for their exams. Scorpius and Albus woke up to find the Slytherin common room completely hushed, as students lounged on sofas with their books open and crowded in groups on the rugs, reviewing lessons in hushed tones. Even the breakfast hall that morning was strangely quiet, the attendance far less than usual--the Ravenclaw table was almost completely empty, save for a few students who only came into grab food to carry back to their tower.
"Why's it so quiet in here?" Alex Moran said, taking a seat at the Slytherin table and reaching for a muffin. "Where is everybody?"
Joe Wenlock just shook his head, not even bothering to answer.
"It's called studying, Alex," Scorpius said, swallowing a bite of pancake and washing it down with some tea. "Might want to try it sometime. It's for those test things we do at the end of every year."
"Ha ha, very funny, Scorp. You're a bloody comedian."
Joe suppressed a snicker. Alex shoved him, and Joe shoved him back again.
The rest of breakfast passed rather uneventfully, and the library was crowded with studying students when they arrived with all their books, managing to find a couple spots with a table full of Gryffindors in a dim corner. Scorpius looked up from his Charms book when after a couple of hours, he saw Alby begin to get a little bit antsy, and they retreated to take a small study break in between some rows of bookshelves.
"I can't believe the library's this full," Scorpius complained. He was sure it wasn't this crowded at the same time last year, or maybe it could've just been that last year he had less work. "There's no room in our common room either." Scorpius frowned, annoyed. There was something infuriating about studying next to a group of Gryffindors--maybe it was the fact that they talked all the time, even in quiet voices it was a distraction and their chatter had nearly driven Scorpius insane.
Scorpius wracked his brain for good, secluded, places to spend the rest of his afternoon. "I guess we could always go outside," Scorpius said, thinking out loud, "but it's pretty windy today." He'd tried studying outside a few times before, but again, there were too many distractions outside, not to mention that the wind kept wanting to steal his notes.
"Hmm..." Scorpius adjusted his glasses, a habit he'd developed when deep in thought. "There is one place my mum's mentioned to me..." He paused and took a look around to make sure nobody else was within earshot.
"Hey Alby, have you ever heard of a room called the Chamber of Snogs?"
When: end of May 2021 (fourth year)
It was a quiet Saturday near the end of the year, the kind where students were busy studying for their exams. Scorpius and Albus woke up to find the Slytherin common room completely hushed, as students lounged on sofas with their books open and crowded in groups on the rugs, reviewing lessons in hushed tones. Even the breakfast hall that morning was strangely quiet, the attendance far less than usual--the Ravenclaw table was almost completely empty, save for a few students who only came into grab food to carry back to their tower.
"Why's it so quiet in here?" Alex Moran said, taking a seat at the Slytherin table and reaching for a muffin. "Where is everybody?"
Joe Wenlock just shook his head, not even bothering to answer.
"It's called studying, Alex," Scorpius said, swallowing a bite of pancake and washing it down with some tea. "Might want to try it sometime. It's for those test things we do at the end of every year."
"Ha ha, very funny, Scorp. You're a bloody comedian."
Joe suppressed a snicker. Alex shoved him, and Joe shoved him back again.
The rest of breakfast passed rather uneventfully, and the library was crowded with studying students when they arrived with all their books, managing to find a couple spots with a table full of Gryffindors in a dim corner. Scorpius looked up from his Charms book when after a couple of hours, he saw Alby begin to get a little bit antsy, and they retreated to take a small study break in between some rows of bookshelves.
"I can't believe the library's this full," Scorpius complained. He was sure it wasn't this crowded at the same time last year, or maybe it could've just been that last year he had less work. "There's no room in our common room either." Scorpius frowned, annoyed. There was something infuriating about studying next to a group of Gryffindors--maybe it was the fact that they talked all the time, even in quiet voices it was a distraction and their chatter had nearly driven Scorpius insane.
Scorpius wracked his brain for good, secluded, places to spend the rest of his afternoon. "I guess we could always go outside," Scorpius said, thinking out loud, "but it's pretty windy today." He'd tried studying outside a few times before, but again, there were too many distractions outside, not to mention that the wind kept wanting to steal his notes.
"Hmm..." Scorpius adjusted his glasses, a habit he'd developed when deep in thought. "There is one place my mum's mentioned to me..." He paused and took a look around to make sure nobody else was within earshot.
"Hey Alby, have you ever heard of a room called the Chamber of Snogs?"
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Date: 2007-10-07 08:33 am (UTC)Not about to be out-Malfoy'd by a bloody, upstart portrait, Scorpius gave Gilbert his best Malfoy glare-through-the-glasses. "Did you make my mother snog her best friend to gain entrance into the Chamber of Snogs too?"
"Of course not," Gilbert replied, as if Scorpius had just asked a stupid question. He seemed rather impervious to Scorpius's glare. "They're girls. We're not interested in seeing girls snog." Serge shook his head in agreement with Gilbert's statement. They were absolutely not interested in seeing girls snog at all.
Gilbert leaned forward, if a portrait could lean forward out of a flat surface, and grinned. "But we are very, very interested in seeing boys snog."
Scorpius pushed his glasses up. He was beginning to wonder whether Gilbert had once been a distant Malfoy cousin several generations ago, disowned and obliterated from the family tree for his obvious disinterest in perpetuating the Malfoy line. He glanced at Alby again, who was still blushing.
Scorpius's mum and his grandparents (on this mother's side at least, his father and his Malfoy grandparents were a bit of a different case) had always instilled in him a sense that it was all right to snog whoever he wanted to snog, provided the person he was snogging didn't mind too much. His Chinese grandmother occasionally regaled him with tales of the forbidden love she'd had with her husband--Scorpius's grandfather--and all the trials they'd had to go through to have their love accepted by the Chinese wizarding world, which back in those days, was far more conservative than it was now. Scorpius's mother had even recently started dropping hints that if he wasn't interested in girls, it was absolutely fine for him to be interested in boys, and that either way she still loved him and his father would love him too, though it might be best not to mention it to him just yet.
All Scorpius had to work with at the moment was a very uppity portrait insisting that he kiss his best friend. Scorpius himself was certainly willing--though still a tiny bit reluctant--but Alby just kept looking everywhere but at him or the portrait, his face bright red but surprisingly blank. Usually Alby's wore his emotions on his sleeve, but for the first time since they'd met, Scorpius found he couldn't read him. At all.