[LOG] Dreams can cause problems
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ass_teaWhere: The Slytherin Dormitories
When: ~Mid-October, 2021 (fifth year)
Albus was standing with his back to the wall of the Slytherin common room, the cold from the stones seeping through his jumper and accentuating the temperature gradient from his back to his front, which was quite warm, given that he was pinned between the wall and the person before him, whose warm mouth was covering his own, robbing him simultaneously of breath and the strength in his legs.
Alby, of course, was finding that he didn't care about breathing or standing at this point, fingers catching in the other's jumper as a groan tried to escape his throat, only to be swallowed by the other's lips and teeth and tongue. Then the mouth pulled back just a bit, allowing Alby to take a breath, drawing enough air to push one labored word past his swollen lips.
"Scorpius," he breathed, as long pale fingers brushed over his own jumper now, his skin prickling at the touch even though there were two layers of clothing between Scorp's hands and Alby's chest. Somehow this seemed so right, that Scorpius was the person pinning him to the wall, kissing him like this, that it wasn't Alby doing the pinning or the kissing and that the the other person wasn't any of the girls that Alby had ever tried and utterly failed to date. This was Scorp and there was no one in the world Alby would prefer to be this close to, ever again. They had the whole of the common room to themselves - the whole of the castle to themselves, he felt. It was dizzying. It was what he wanted, what he wanted all the time and now that he had it, he wanted to stop time so he wouldn't ever have to think about parting.
Alby's eyelids fluttered open as the other's mouth touched the corner of his lips lightly; Scorpius looked down at him, flashing a calm, demure smile that did nothing to hide the strong undercurrent of possession that Alby could practically feel rolling off the taller boy in waves, and suddenly his hands slid back down Alby's front to his waistline and below, pressing firmly right there and Alby gasped -
"S - Scorp!" Alby jerked awake, heart racing; he blinked in the darkness of his enclosed four-poster bed for only a few seconds before he realized two very important things, neither of which boded at all well. First, he'd actually been calling out for Scorpius, because he could hear shifting outside the curtains of his bed as though the other had woken at his cries.
The second was that he was rather painfully - and quite obviously - hard.
Oh, fuck -
Alby hand't had one of these dreams in weeks - it had been one small stroke of luck, when everything else had gone wrong for a while, but now that things had finally almost gotten back to some semblance of normal, Alby realized that, as the shuffling beyond the curtains of his bed grew more distinct, they were about to take a turn for the decidedly suicidal. He scrambled desperately for the coverlet - he'd thrown it off in the midst of his dream, and he desperately scrabbled for it, bunching it over his midsection before whoever was out there - oh God it probably was Scorp - opened the curtains and saw.
When: ~Mid-October, 2021 (fifth year)
Albus was standing with his back to the wall of the Slytherin common room, the cold from the stones seeping through his jumper and accentuating the temperature gradient from his back to his front, which was quite warm, given that he was pinned between the wall and the person before him, whose warm mouth was covering his own, robbing him simultaneously of breath and the strength in his legs.
Alby, of course, was finding that he didn't care about breathing or standing at this point, fingers catching in the other's jumper as a groan tried to escape his throat, only to be swallowed by the other's lips and teeth and tongue. Then the mouth pulled back just a bit, allowing Alby to take a breath, drawing enough air to push one labored word past his swollen lips.
"Scorpius," he breathed, as long pale fingers brushed over his own jumper now, his skin prickling at the touch even though there were two layers of clothing between Scorp's hands and Alby's chest. Somehow this seemed so right, that Scorpius was the person pinning him to the wall, kissing him like this, that it wasn't Alby doing the pinning or the kissing and that the the other person wasn't any of the girls that Alby had ever tried and utterly failed to date. This was Scorp and there was no one in the world Alby would prefer to be this close to, ever again. They had the whole of the common room to themselves - the whole of the castle to themselves, he felt. It was dizzying. It was what he wanted, what he wanted all the time and now that he had it, he wanted to stop time so he wouldn't ever have to think about parting.
Alby's eyelids fluttered open as the other's mouth touched the corner of his lips lightly; Scorpius looked down at him, flashing a calm, demure smile that did nothing to hide the strong undercurrent of possession that Alby could practically feel rolling off the taller boy in waves, and suddenly his hands slid back down Alby's front to his waistline and below, pressing firmly right there and Alby gasped -
"S - Scorp!" Alby jerked awake, heart racing; he blinked in the darkness of his enclosed four-poster bed for only a few seconds before he realized two very important things, neither of which boded at all well. First, he'd actually been calling out for Scorpius, because he could hear shifting outside the curtains of his bed as though the other had woken at his cries.
The second was that he was rather painfully - and quite obviously - hard.
Oh, fuck -
Alby hand't had one of these dreams in weeks - it had been one small stroke of luck, when everything else had gone wrong for a while, but now that things had finally almost gotten back to some semblance of normal, Alby realized that, as the shuffling beyond the curtains of his bed grew more distinct, they were about to take a turn for the decidedly suicidal. He scrambled desperately for the coverlet - he'd thrown it off in the midst of his dream, and he desperately scrabbled for it, bunching it over his midsection before whoever was out there - oh God it probably was Scorp - opened the curtains and saw.
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Date: 2007-10-14 07:58 am (UTC)The sounds in the room changed subtly, and firmly putting his arousal out of his mind, Scorpius listened. The sound of the shower was still there, but instead of the continuous crash of water on the floor it had started becoming rhythmic. Scorpius listened for a few more moments before realization dawned on him. His jaw dropped in disbelief. Had he not been fearing discovery, he would have banged his head on the stall door a few times before running back to his bed, pulling the covers over his head, and praying desperately for sleep to overtake him.
Alby was wanking in the shower. Wanking and moaning, if he heard correctly. A look of complete, surprised disbelief on his face, Scorpius simply stood in the stall, trying to decide what to do. The situation had just hit rock bottom, it couldn't get any worse than this. He was not only a toilet rabbit, he was a filthy toilet rabbit who was listening to his best friend wank off. His only two choices were to stand here stupidly and pretend that what was happening wasn't, or he could make a mad dash for the door, hope that Alby wouldn't notice any sounds he might make, and pretend to be asleep when Alby got back in the room.
Scorpius wondered if he should stay and listen, after all, what were the chances of catching Alby in the showers alone again? Scorpius shook his head and grimaced. It just didn't feel right. No matter how much he wanted to jump out of his clothes, run into the shower and wrap his arms around Alby's waist and help him along, Alby was his best friend, and they were always just going to be friends.
"This is wrong," Scorpius mouthed silently, shaking his head. His arousal was telling him that there were more important things than his morals, but his mind told it to shut up and stuff it. At least if he was going to be wanking, he'd be wanking his own bed. As quietly as he could, Scorpius unlatched the stall door and ran to the door, opening it the smallest crack before he slipped through. He nearly dived for his bed, pulling his curtains shut and heaving his blankets on him before even daring to take a breath.
He really hoped that Alby hadn't heard him run out, because there was really no logical explanation for his actions. Not to mention that his erection would be the hardest part to explain away, nevermind the toilet rabbit bit.
Scorpius rolled onto his side and waited, but the room was still. The door was still closed, and Alby was evidently still in the bathroom. Finally, Scorpius heaved a sigh of relief. He wondered if he'd be able to sleep in this state. Probably not, he realized as he closed his eyes and tried for a few moments. He was not nearly tired enough, not with his heart still thumping in his chest from his narrow escape.
Reluctantly, Scorpius reached down his pajama pants and grasped himself. He hoped that Alby would take long enough to allow him to finish first, because there was no way he was going to get to sleep otherwise.
[OOC: Wow, I totally didn't intend for Scorp to end up like that, but he did, which I guess goes to show how much Scorp really wanted to wank off to Alby too! XD
Will Scorp finish in time, or will Alby get back in the room first? :D It's all up to you! XD]
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Date: 2007-10-14 08:33 am (UTC)"S-sc-mmmn!" Alby bit his hand firmly as he came, stifling any unwanted cries hoarsely in the cold skin as he screwed his eyes shut, nearly forgetting to breathe for a moment before he began to slump over, feeling alone and empty and dirty even though he was still standing underneath the freezing shower spray -
COLD!
Suddenly Alby's senses seemed to begin working again with a fervor, and he was absolutely freezing and he nearly yelped, just barely holding the exclamation in as he shook out his hand to clean it off and grasped for the tap, twisting it the other way until the spray became a trickle and then nothing, and Alby stood shivering over the drain and realized, belatedly, that he had no towel.
... Well, shit.
Alby shook his head fervently, flinging droplets of water off, before reaching up with hands shaking with mostly cold and a little post-climax fatigue to try and wring a bit of the water out of his hair. He hurriedly brushed more droplets from his goosefleshed skin, running his hands up and down over his arms quickly, trying to build up some friction to warm himself up again.
But there really was nothing for it. He was going to have to put his pyjamas back on, wet and frozen as he was, and crawl back into bed and try to go back to sleep. And pray that Scorp had bought his (admittedly lame) explanation and had already fallen asleep once more.
Pulling pyjamas on over wet skin was difficult and uncomfortable, but somehow Alby felt like he deserved much, much worse than to have to suffer through the rest of the night cold and wet. He felt like he ought to go fling himself in the lake, for imagining those things about Scorp, for wanking off when his best friend was in the next room sleeping. He was dirty, he was awful, and as he slowly trudged past the sinks and mirrors, Alby paused to look at his reflection, which stared miserably back at him, hair wet and stringy and skin pale and wet.
"Albus Severus Potter, you are a horrible wanker of a friend and you deserve to go jump in the lake and drown," he told his blue-lipped and dripping reflection miserably. But the Albus Potter in the mirror offered no words of encouragement or derision, and after a moment Alby turned away again, padding back to the door, hands still vainly trying to restore circulation in his arms through rubbing.
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Date: 2007-10-14 08:33 am (UTC)After a moment, though, something did start to register as odd. It sounded like Scorp was... either awake and doing something strange, or asleep and having some sort of nightmare. His breathing wasn't even, and he seemed to be moving about a bit. Alby very nearly threw off the covers and stuck his head out of the curtains to see if he could tell - or help - but a fresh wave of guilt at the realization that he'd just wanked off to dirtier-than-normal thoughts of Scorpius kept him firmly curled in a shivering ball underneath his damp covers.
[OOC: I think Alby was pretty close to done when Scorp left, so I'm guessing Scorp's not done yet. >>; Though, uh, Alby's stupidity might just save the day? Depending on how quiet Scorp can be. XD; Also, I don't know why, but the term "toilet rabbit" is just... adorable. ::dies:: XDDD]
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Date: 2007-10-14 09:13 am (UTC)He'd been mostly able to suppress his urges now that he was seeing Alby every day for classes but now everything had come back at him full force, and it was so hard not to close his eyes and bury his face in his pillow, and imagine that it was Alby's hand around him, pushing him to climax. He was so wrapped up in his fantasy, of Alby curled up beside him, their limbs all tangled together as they explored, that he hadn't noticed when the door had been pushed open with a quiet creak, and Alby had padded toward his bed with the soft slap of wet feet on stone. Scorpius's breath caught when he heard Alby's sheets and curtains rustle, and he cursed himself silently for not paying better attention. After all, his dad always said that the first makings of a good martial artist was awareness, and Scorpius had never claimed to want to be a good martial artist.
"Dammit," he said, berating himself in his head for not being more on his guard. Now Alby was awake in his room, and he was still slowly--as quietly as he could, rustling the sheets as little as possible--wanking off to thoughts of Alby. Scorpius curled up in his side, moving his wrist back and forth and hoped that Alby would go to sleep soon, because there was no way he was going to be able to wait for Alby to fall asleep without going absolutely mental.
He had to finish off as soon and as quietly as possible. Squeezing his eyes shut, Scorpius envisioned the sexiest thing he could think of, which was the two of them naked in bed at night, with Joe, Alex, and Zach asleep, wanking each other off and snogging like there was no tomorrow, trying to see if they could make each other climax without waking up their dormmates. It was a terribly naughty fantasy that always made him feel a bit unclean afterwards, but he still liked it best nevertheless. Feeling himself reach his climax, Scorpius bit down on his lip to keep from crying out and tensed, trying to move as little as possible as he felt his warmth shoot over his hand and into the space between his sheets. And he'd have to sleep in his own mess too, he thought with despair, because he didn't dare cast a tergeo spell on the off chance that Alby was still awake.
Opening his eyes again, Scorpius drew silent, deep breaths, as he began to soften and thank god he could sleep. The silence from Alby's side of the room he took as either that Alby was asleep already or that he hadn't heard a thing--or at least hadn't heard anything suspicious enough to investigate--which meant that if Alby did ask in the morning, Scorpius could claim that it was a bug bite itching on his skin or something. Some bug bite, he thought miserably. He took off his glasses which were still on his face, and shoved them to the side of the bed. He lifted the covers over his head miserably, not feeling much better for having solved his problems, and rolled over. At least he hadn't stayed for Alby to finish, he thought as he resolved to get some sleep before the morning bell rang for breakfast, that would have made him the worst sort of best friend that had ever existed.
[OOC: Oh my god, poor Alby! He's going to catch cold or something for having a freezing shower and then having to sleep all damp and wet! D: Poor thing!
And I got the term "____ rabbit" from this hilarious British comedy called "The IT Crowd" where one of the main characters ends up underneath the desk of a female co-worker, and his friend has to rescue him cause he doesn't want to end up getting called a "desk rabbit."
Huurrrr, I'm creative. D: *NOT*]
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Date: 2007-10-14 05:15 pm (UTC)He shivered again, curling up a little more and closing his eyes, wishing now for sleep to overtake him. He didn't want to think about what had happened - or how close a call it had been. The only way he was going to find the strength to act normal tomorrow morning was in the fact that Scorp hadn't seen, and he still thought Alby just wanted a shower because of a bad dream. Alby nearly groaned out loud, just thinking about the number of possible disasters he'd averted, and took a deep breath, realizing that despite being cold, wet, and guilty, he was also tired, and settled into a mind-blanking pattern of counting breaths until, just past thirty-five, he fell asleep once more.
[OOC: I was just thinking that. D: Maybe he'll have a bit of a cold for the next couple days. I guess a towel wasn't exactly high on his list of priorities. ^^;; Poor Scorp, too, for not being able to clean up. D: ::pats him:: I wonder if in the morning Alex or anybody is going to wonder what all the ruckus was about in the middle of the night. XD I'm guessing if anyone heard anything, they went immediately back to sleep, but still. XD
Haha, that's awesome. It still sounds somehow cute. XD I like it~]
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Date: 2007-10-15 04:25 am (UTC)"What time is it?" Scorpius asked, his eyes still half-shut and bleary. He rubbed his eyes beneath his glasses, trying to wake up.
"Fifteen minutes," Joe replied, shrugging on his jumper and fixing the knot in his tie.
"Shit," Scorpius grumbled, jumping as usual every morning as his feet touched the cold floor. He hopped his way on his toes over to his drawers where he mechanically began digging for a clean shirt. After a few moment he heard some sounds coming from Alby's bed, and his friend poked his head out the curtains.
Merlin, Alby looked terrible.
"Are you all right, Alby?" Scorpius asked again, concerned with the state his friend was in. Alby looked like he'd hardly slept at all, despite how well his night had apparently gone.
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Date: 2007-10-15 04:46 am (UTC)But he heard movement oustide the curtains of his bed, and then talking, and he realized with no small amount of dismay that it had indeed been the morning bell he'd heard. He shifted slightly, muscles stiff and cramped from sleeping curled up in a ball; at least he was mostly dry, though his sheets still smelled of damp. He fought his way out from beneath his blankets and pulled one bedcurtain aside enough to poke his head out, cracking open his eyes and squinting in the light of the dormitory.
His head felt like it was filled with cement, and he was still freezing, despite the fact that he was dry. He really did not want to get up and go to breakfast, let alone class. What he wanted to do more than anything else was go back to sleep, and stay that way until he felt better able to deal with the world.
He realized belatedly that Scorp had been talking to him. Something in the pit of his stomach twinged at the other's voice, but it was all right - he might have come off as incredibly daft last night, but at least Scorp had no idea that Alby had done anything as dirty as wank off to thoughts of his best friend in the shower with him. And, if there was a God, it would never happen again.
Alby opened his mouth to speak - nothing came out, and he coughed, then tried again. "I'm okay," he croaked, stiffly pulling his legs out from beneath the covers to put his feet on the floor. He really felt not okay at all, but what was the use of saying he wasn't? Then Scorp would fuss and make him go to the hospital wing, when he would probably be fine. He deserved whatever he got, anyway.
He shuffled over to his dresser, ignoring the looks Joe, Alex, and Zach were probably giving him and his worse-than-usual bedhead, and began searching for pants and his jumper. Maybe that would warm him up.
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Date: 2007-10-15 06:00 am (UTC)Scorpius didn't even want to think about what happened last night. The sequence of events kept playing through his head, and every time he thought about it the worse he felt. He couldn't even leave Alby alone in the shower when he was wanking. At least Alby wasn't bringing it up, which meant he didn't know, and that was probably worse.
Scorpius fixed his tie and pulled on his jumper, noting that Alby was shivering as he dug around his dresser, looking for his clothes. Firmly putting last night's events out of his mind, Scorpius went over to Alby's wardrobe and pulled out his school robe.
"Here," Scorpius said, sticking out to Alby to avoid the temptation of draping it over his best friend's quivering shoulders. "You look cold," he said. "Maybe you should take a nap instead of going to Charms."
[OOC: D: Do we have any idea where this is going? XD Cause I totally don't! *gigantic sweatdrop*]
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Date: 2007-10-15 06:30 am (UTC)"You do look like hell," Alex pointed out bluntly, passing by them on his way to the door as he fiddled with his tie. "Were you sick or something last night? I heard you running around."
Alby paled. He'd heard? But he obviously didn't think anything of it - which was good, really good, and Alby wasn't about to outright contradict the explanation he'd made up. "It was nothing - just a bad dream. I didn't mean to wake you up."
Alex shrugged. "Didn't keep me up for long. Went right back to sleep. Don't worry about it, mate." Joe finished pulling on his robe then, and the two of them, followed by Zach, headed out the door with a short wave to Alby and Scorp.
Alby sighed, but he really was very exhausted. He turned back to Scorp, ducking his head a little. "I think I will take a nap," he said, putting his shirt and pants back into the dresser. "I'm really sorry about waking you up last night, by the way. It won't happen again." At least, he really hoped not. Not like that.
"Go on so you're not late," he offered with a small smile - as bad as last night had been, at least Scorp didn't know the truth of it. And that meant Alby had something like a second chance, in a way, because he just had to act normal and never, ever do anything like that again and everything would be all right. Because he really wanted everything to be all right.
[OOC: Uh. XD I don't think I know either, other than making them more miserable. D: I suppose we can just end it hereabouts, if you like? Ah, the poor boys. XD]
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Date: 2007-10-15 06:57 am (UTC)Scorpius shrugged as Alby apologized to him, trying to act like he hadn't known that Alby had been wanking off in the showers. His mind briefly wondered what Alby had been thinking of, but that particular line of questioning always depressed him. No doubt the answer contained girls or women some sort, something Scorpius was definitely not interested in.
"It's all right," Scorpius replied, putting on his robe and making sure he had his wand and all his books in his bag. "I went back to sleep anyway. I hope the dream wasn't too bad," he said with a shrug. He wanted to offer to let Alby talk about it if he wanted to, because that's what he used to do with his mother when he had nightmares in the middle of the night, but he didn't want to hear the details if Alby wanted to tell him the truth. Knowing that Alby was straight was bad enough, having to listen to exactly how straight he was was a torture session that Scorpius wanted to avoid as much as possible.
Scorpius shouldered his bag and headed out, pausing to turn at the doorway. "I'll take good notes for you," he said simply and walked out.
The Great Hall was filled with its usual student body when he found a seat next to Joe.
"Alby looks like shit," Joe said simply, looking to Scorpius as if he had all the answers.
Scorpius looked back impassively. "He had a bad dream."
"Heard the showers last night," Alex said from across the table, spearing a sausage with his fork and wolfing it down.
"Oh," a look of realization dawned on Joe's face. "So he does it at night then." He nodded and then returned to his scrambled eggs.
Scorpius looked from Joe to Alex. Zach was nowhere to be seen, probably at the Hufflepuff table with his girlfriend. "What?"
"Wanking, mate," Alex said, spearing another sausage and waving it at Scorpius. "Everybody does it," he said matter-of-factly. "I've always just sort of wondered when Alby does it."
Scorpius looked between his two dormmates with disbelief. "What the bloody--"
"Look." Alex wolfed down another sausage and put his work down. "We're fifteen. Of course we wank. It's bloody hard to find a time and a place to do it when nobody's in the room, so I've got to make sure nobody has overlapping wanking times and places, because that could get awkward real fast."
Joe usually didn't like agreeing with Alex, but he nodded his head reluctantly. "It's a good thing Alby does it in the middle of the night."
Scorpius rolled his eyes at the ceiling. He was absolutely sure somewhere that his ancestors were playing a huge cosmic joke on him. No answers came from above. "I cannot believe I'm having this conversation."
"So when do you wank off, mate?" Alex asked.
"None of your business," Scorpius snapped. He was not getting involved in this conversation.
Alex put his arms in the air innocently. "I'm just trying to avoid awkward situations here, mate."
Scorpius put his fork down. He was done with breakfast. "If you haven't caught me already, then you never will all right?" He grabbed a plate and heaped some pancakes and butter on top, nabbed some silverware and got up. "See you in class," he said, rushing out of the Great Hall as fast he could, but not before he heard the last snatches of Alex talking to Joe.
"My God, I think he does it when we're in there. Must be when we're just falling asleep, or even in the mornings. That's disgusting."
If Scorpius hadn't already been on his way he out, he would have turned around and given his roommates a big "bugger off."
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Date: 2007-10-15 06:58 am (UTC)[OOC: I think we can end it here. :D
Where to from here? I was thinking of writing a log where Scorp tries to have a talk with Hawk about asking out other guys. D: Should I just write that? Or did you want to do Hawk? X3 I might also do a log where one of the Ravenclaw girls tries asking Scorp out and he rejects her. D: Maybe we should do that sometime close to when Scorp and Alby get together? Did you have any other boy torture in mind? XD]
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Date: 2007-10-15 07:08 am (UTC)Hrm~ Well, if you feel like just writing that yourself, that's cool - you might actually be better at writing someone like Hawk than I am. XD; I think he's kind of like a... slightly less party-animal version of Alex, or something. I could probably do Hawk if you want someone to play off of, but I definitely don't mind if you just want to do that one yourself~ And ooh, that's a good idea, having someone ask Scorp out and having him reject her. Would he tell Alby about it afterwards? :O
I might want to do something short with Alby watching Hawk for obvious signs of GAY, but I think that was the only narrative thing I had planned. I don't think I have any other torture in mind, but I'll give it some thought~ Having Alex and Joe confront Alby and Scorp separately trying to figure out what's going on might be interesting, though I think that might be fairly short as well... ]
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Date: 2007-10-15 07:25 am (UTC)Sure, I can write Hawk by myself, I just wanted to make sure you weren't like...itching to play him or something like that. XD So yeah, two narratives for me then. I seriously can't think of anything major, though I really do feel like we maybe ought to do one more thing before Alby has the "so I have a friend..." talk with Scorp. D: Any ideas? I'm also thinking that Scorp might try talking with Professor Blackwood, cause he's the head of house and he seems like the type of person to know what to do. After all, it would be hilarious if Professor Blackwood gave him pamphlets on safe sex spells and stuff like that. |D Oh, high school memories!]
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Date: 2007-10-15 04:00 pm (UTC)Okay, sounds good then~ Yeah, I was kind of thinking... there's got to be something that kind of... precipitates Alby telling Scorp that he likes him, except I'm not sure what that would be. (Though maybe having someone else ask Scorp out first would do it, now that I think about it...) Either that or we have one more really awkward almost-something with them - I'm not sure what yet, but I'll try to think of ideas! Maybe something like one of them catches the other talking to Hawk, or maybe their dormmates bug them or something... I'm also thinking Lily might try to get herself involved, actually, because she'd have noticed Alby's been acting weird since the summer. :D;
Ahaha, yes, that would be totally hilarious if Blackwood gave Scorp a whole bunch of safe sex literature. XD That would be priceless.]
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Date: 2007-10-15 09:33 pm (UTC)Hahahaha, I'm thinking that maybe Scorp should have the talk with Professor Blackwood after he and Alby get together. XD Maybe the professor will want to see him after class, since he's heard all the rumors. D: He'll probably want to be talking to Alby too, or maybe he'll get his wife to talk to Alby. XD That would be HILARIOUS!]
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Date: 2007-10-15 09:35 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-10-16 12:01 am (UTC)|D Yes, if he waits 'till after and Professor Blackwood actually pulls him aside, that would be hilarious. XD I totally vote for that. It'll be priceless.
Hrm... I don't know what the classes are like, but I do get the feeling it's on a rotating schedule sort of thing? Because sometimes they have double periods, sometimes they don't, etc., etc., so I think they can't take all their classes during the day. I wonder if it's more like college, with a MWF and TR sort of thing? We can draft up a basic schedule, I don't mind - heck, we might actually want to implement the same sort of thing over at CoS?]
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