[LOG] Dinner at Godric's Hollow
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ass_teaWhere: The Potter Residence, Godric's Hollow
When: December 23, 2021 (fifth year)
Scorpius had never understood why his Grandma Cissy fussed over clothes so much. He never quite understood the fashion trends that swept through the Wizarding world year after year, and frankly couldn't see much of a difference between his old trousers and the new trousers his grandmother insisted on buying for him every time he visited the Manor on holiday. But he wore them anyway, because it was easier to go along with it than go shopping with his grandmother or his mother.
Scorpius was all dressed and ready for the party hours before it was supposed to start, so he lounged about in the parlor, playing a game of Go against himself, and not noticing that the rug he was sitting on was shedding on his black wool jumper. Until his sister came in and pointed it out.
"You've got rug all over you," Delphina said, staring at her younger brother with disapproval on her face. She drew her wand from the folds of her maroon dress and waved it at Scorpius. "There."
Scorpius didn't really see what the big deal was, having a bit of lint on his jumper. In his point of view, if the Potters didn't like him, it wouldn't be for the lint. It would be for the wanking he was doing with their son.
Delphina knelt on the floor and continued the Go game with him, watching her brother as he got increasingly edgy as the time to the party drew closer. It was a bare fifteen minutes before the party was supposed to start before his father emerged into the parlor, dressed in a blue button-down shirt and jacket that was a couple steps more toward casual and chic than he usually preferred. Scorpius looked up from his game and raised an eyebrow.
"Your mother insisted," Draco said in a tone which meant that Scorpius was better off not asking.
Scorpius nodded, and decided not to question his mother's decisions.
"Actually, it looks good on you, Dad," Delphina offered brightly.
"Not my usual style," Draco replied, not flattered by his daughter's compliment and looking more like he would rather spend the night alone than go to dinner with the Potters.
"It still looks good," Delphina said finally.
"Scorpius! Delphina! Draco!"
Scorpius heard his mother call from downstairs, and he leapt onto his feet, ready to go. He pelted down the stairs, leaving his father and older sister to follow is his wake, grabbing his coat and his scarf from the rack in the entryway on his way to the door. It had been a bare three days since he'd last seen Alby at King's Cross, but it felt like it had already been weeks, and he couldn't wait any longer.
"Mum!" Scorpius said, trying his best not to look impatient as he waited by the door. They had to walk all the way down the lane, out the gate, and onto the street before they could Apparate away to Alby's house, and that was a lot of time standing between him and Alby. Scorpius didn't even want to be a second late.
"You can wait a few more seconds," his mother told him, gathering her winter coat. "Don't forget to grab the wine, Draco!"
Finally the small family was assembled, and they bid Grandma Cissy goodbye. Grandpa Lucius was notably absent.
It was dark and snowing when they arrived at Godric's Hollow, a few steps from the Potters's door. Scorpius wanted to race up to Alby's door and knock loudly, but his father reminded both his children to mind their manners.
The Potter Residence was a cozy little cottage, probably larger than the inside than it looked on the outside, looking picturesque in the evening with a bit of snow dusting the roof and frost covering the edges of the windows. Scorpius's mum walked up to the door, fixed the collar of Scorpius's shirt, and rang the doorbell.
"Don't screw this up, Draco," Ora said, glancing up at her husband.
Scorpius's father lifted the bottle of wine in his hand. "I'll do my best," he replied dryly, right before the door opened.
When: December 23, 2021 (fifth year)
Scorpius had never understood why his Grandma Cissy fussed over clothes so much. He never quite understood the fashion trends that swept through the Wizarding world year after year, and frankly couldn't see much of a difference between his old trousers and the new trousers his grandmother insisted on buying for him every time he visited the Manor on holiday. But he wore them anyway, because it was easier to go along with it than go shopping with his grandmother or his mother.
Scorpius was all dressed and ready for the party hours before it was supposed to start, so he lounged about in the parlor, playing a game of Go against himself, and not noticing that the rug he was sitting on was shedding on his black wool jumper. Until his sister came in and pointed it out.
"You've got rug all over you," Delphina said, staring at her younger brother with disapproval on her face. She drew her wand from the folds of her maroon dress and waved it at Scorpius. "There."
Scorpius didn't really see what the big deal was, having a bit of lint on his jumper. In his point of view, if the Potters didn't like him, it wouldn't be for the lint. It would be for the wanking he was doing with their son.
Delphina knelt on the floor and continued the Go game with him, watching her brother as he got increasingly edgy as the time to the party drew closer. It was a bare fifteen minutes before the party was supposed to start before his father emerged into the parlor, dressed in a blue button-down shirt and jacket that was a couple steps more toward casual and chic than he usually preferred. Scorpius looked up from his game and raised an eyebrow.
"Your mother insisted," Draco said in a tone which meant that Scorpius was better off not asking.
Scorpius nodded, and decided not to question his mother's decisions.
"Actually, it looks good on you, Dad," Delphina offered brightly.
"Not my usual style," Draco replied, not flattered by his daughter's compliment and looking more like he would rather spend the night alone than go to dinner with the Potters.
"It still looks good," Delphina said finally.
"Scorpius! Delphina! Draco!"
Scorpius heard his mother call from downstairs, and he leapt onto his feet, ready to go. He pelted down the stairs, leaving his father and older sister to follow is his wake, grabbing his coat and his scarf from the rack in the entryway on his way to the door. It had been a bare three days since he'd last seen Alby at King's Cross, but it felt like it had already been weeks, and he couldn't wait any longer.
"Mum!" Scorpius said, trying his best not to look impatient as he waited by the door. They had to walk all the way down the lane, out the gate, and onto the street before they could Apparate away to Alby's house, and that was a lot of time standing between him and Alby. Scorpius didn't even want to be a second late.
"You can wait a few more seconds," his mother told him, gathering her winter coat. "Don't forget to grab the wine, Draco!"
Finally the small family was assembled, and they bid Grandma Cissy goodbye. Grandpa Lucius was notably absent.
It was dark and snowing when they arrived at Godric's Hollow, a few steps from the Potters's door. Scorpius wanted to race up to Alby's door and knock loudly, but his father reminded both his children to mind their manners.
The Potter Residence was a cozy little cottage, probably larger than the inside than it looked on the outside, looking picturesque in the evening with a bit of snow dusting the roof and frost covering the edges of the windows. Scorpius's mum walked up to the door, fixed the collar of Scorpius's shirt, and rang the doorbell.
"Don't screw this up, Draco," Ora said, glancing up at her husband.
Scorpius's father lifted the bottle of wine in his hand. "I'll do my best," he replied dryly, right before the door opened.
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Date: 2007-11-18 07:21 am (UTC)"I hope you have the antidote!" Scorpius whispered to Freddy as quietly as he could, his hand absent-mindedly searching for Alby's beneath the table as Alby turned to him, a worried expression on his face. Scorpius glanced at Delphina out of the corner of his eye, who was pointedly looking at her father's empty wine glass and then back to him.
"We have to keep them drinking," Scorpius said, seriously, wondering how the hell he was going to manage to keep his father's glass filled without arousing his suspicion. "So that by the end of the night he'll have had so much he won't know the difference between being drunk and being potion'd." Scorpius hoped his father held his liquor better than he did.
Scorpius looked around desperately for the bottle of wine his father had picked out for the party, trying to think of how best to bring it up.
"And times change," Scorpius's father said, mollfied. "People change. That helps." He looked like he was going to launch into something long and boring when he paused. "Is there any more wine? My throat's a bit dry."
All the mothers nearly leapt out of their seats, Scorpius's mother calling out to Alby's mother to fetch the bottle they'd brought. It was a matter of seconds before the wine was uncorked and Draco's glass filled again.
"Thank you," he said, nodding at Alby's mom who sat back down, a small look of relief on her face as she glanced at her friends. Scorpius's father took a sip from his glass, and his mother looked a bit more relieved as she and the rest of the women returned to their conversation as if nothing had just happened across from them.
"You know," Draco said, "it's interesting when you consider the social and political climate some twenty-something years ago when Voldemort rose to power. He was really clever in taking advantage of what was already available to him: a corrupt ministry, the fear he instilled in his previous bid for power, a concerned, conservative but wealthy and influential minority, like my own bastard of a father--" Scorpius almost choked on his broccoli, but managed to swallow it down with only minimal coughing, "--and so on and so forth. I really don't think, if he tried with Wizarding society today, I don't think he'd even come close to succeeding."
Another small silence fell over the table, as the last of Scorpius's coughs got washed down with some spiced cider. His father turned to his side of the table.
"Well, come on kids, feel free to join in on the conversation." Scorpius's father turned his gaze to his son's boyfriend. "You look like a smart boy, Albus, what do you think?"
If Scorpius hadn't been prepared for the question he would have choked again. It was really not fair for his father to put Alby on the spot, not at a party, not anywhere! It was a dinner, not grill-my-son's-boyfriend hour! Scorpius opened his mouth to protest.