Hey! Okay I know how much these things annoy the hell out of people in general, so I am so terribly, terribly sorry for this. Yes, yes, yes it is an author's note. I just wanted to apologize to everyone for this wait. I had a lot of things going on, like summer school, malfunctioning computers, and my ability to oversleep. So please forgive me for my lack of entry. I saw a dip in the readers and subscribers and stuff, and started writing as fast as I can. But a girl can only go so fast. I have like 8 scenes to cover and none of which are small or not important, so please don't kill me if I tell you it's not coming out today or tomorrow. I'm so sorry!!! Hence the use of excess punctuation. I love you readers, and I really hope you don't write me out any time soon. Okay just a few things that I want to put in. I know I said, there'd be some dark stuff in this story. But yeah, I cancelled that and decided to put it in a nicer light. There's still some drama, because it being a teenage thing, how can it not have? But there are going to be less stuff wrong with the characters and more events happening. But don't worry though, still a character building story, and still lots of angst and teenage youth. Just a couple of details aren't going to be in it. Oh but I may start to put in the emotional problems, in the…..Sequel!!! Yup, I have decided to write Scorp's sixth year and maybe seventh. But a lot of the themes might change though in the second one. But yeah I have a plan for what might happen.
So yes, there will be a sequel entitled: Scorpius and his slightly deflated big-head.
Hahaha just kidding, actually I'm thinking more of The Symptoms of Culture Shock. Or just simply Culture Shocked. It's actually gonna deal with a lot of stuff from the next generation's own past. So yeah, stuff are gonna be biting at Scorp's butt a lot. Poor guy, his rearend must be aching by now. So if you guys want a sequel, just click the review button below and tell me if you're all for the Symptoms of Culture Shock.
Okay on another note: I'm also starting another fanfic. It's not on here yet, so I have yet to write it on my profile. But yeah, it's not a next generation thing sadly, but an AU of the present generation. A family thing. But yeah, I have yet to write. But when I do, I would deeply appreciate it if people would show interest. I won't say the plotline, just yet. Hopefully, it hasn't been done before.
Really sorry for my past ansentees. I'm not gonna promise it will come out soon, because I'm not sure when it's gonna be finished probably in another week (*ducking from the tomatoes being thrown my way*) and I want to stop upsetting my readers. But I put in an excerpt, so that people won't be completely driven off. So, so sorry! People were expecting to read Scorp's point of view but instead got a pageful of me. Sorry! But like I said I can't promise it'll come out soon, but I will say that it is gonna be one really long chapter. I'd cut it, but I want to have a maximum of 4 or 5 chapters before the Hogwarts entries start. But yeah, Besides the extremely long author's note, the excerpts are from the next chapter. And hopefully with satisfy you guys. Or keep people still interested in this little fanfic. It's not the final draft though, so I might still add in more sarcastic comments and stuff in the final version. So sorry about the wait! But I will make it up to you guys!
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Oh yeah, here's a shout out! Jasmineflower27: Thanks for that, it's good to hear that I made one of your days. Oh and yes, I can't wait for the Hogwarts scene either. It's gonna be one hell of a year for Scorp. Nickiegirl123: Sssh, thanks for that, but don't go inflating Scorp's already metero sized ego. Lol! Thanks. And yes *whispers* I agree, he is. Glad you love it! Cat: Yay! I know, some of the stuff are kind of mean. But hey it works for him, so it works for me. Zee: Aw, thank you! I don't think I heard amazing before. I try to make Scorp seem real, and I really cringe when I read those stories where Americans go to Hogwarts and they're all emo and punk. I mean, hello. Americans are humans too you know. So I know what you're talking about. Stereotypes and their weirdness. But thanks for the review. It's one of my favourite ones. Jaik34: Wow, thanks! I try. But to be in your top Scorpius P., is really out of this world. Thank you! And I am writing as fast as I : Hello, friend. Woah you comment on like every chapter. Love it! Scorp loves you. Adfinemadfinetatum: Thanks, I wasn't sure if the last chapter was what everyone was waiting for, so to read it from someone without having to ask is wonderful! Yup, Rachel is Rose, just want to thank you for that again. I didn't know who to put until you showed me her. Thank you!! (Oh and is there like a shorter name that I can use? Like Adfine? Or Tatum? Because I type it a lot in my shout outs and a lot of the time I misspell it.) Kopycat: Thanks! I haven't heard cute either before I think. So thanks. HMMadawell: Yay! Someone loves my version of Rose! Thank you thank you thank you! I tried to inject as much character as I could. While making her different from other girls. Bottled-Sunshine: Yay! Wow, a newcomer! Extremely grateful for the review. Thank vous, thank vous, thank vous! Thank you to everyone who reviewed subscribed and favourited! I am so sorry about the wait, but I assure you. I still love Scrose and this story will not be abandoned. And if I do, I will leave it under very capable hands.
Hope you will forgive me, and still continue with this story for the sake of Scorp.
~Ms. Chagrined And Am Hoping Readers Won't Hate Me and the Story.
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Rose recovered quickly at my little psychoanalytical game change plan (damn, she's fast.) and walked forward until we were about 5 inches apart. She was so close I could smell the faint fragrance of something flowery. It was her hair. Okay, don't write me off as a freak who smells girl's heads of hair. If I remember correctly, she was the one who was all up in my face with her tude and stuff. I almost expected her to snap in my face.
But her being her uptight prissy self didn't. No, she just pointed in my face.
You know, melodramatic doesn't suit Brits very much. I think it's more of an American thing. The accent kinda throws the comment off. Or maybe it's the hair. It is rather frizzy.
"You are, to coin a word your tiny mind could probably comprehend, an asshole!"
Woah there, Miss I'm-hot-shit, (well she is, under different cicurmstances.), what's with the sudden burst of hostility. Asshole? Tiny mind? That's going too far don't you think?
"You're a bitch!" I came closer.
"You're a dick!" I loomed over her, and she had to look up as I towered over her. And that's when blue met grey in a clash of glares and fury. I could see her eyes, even though they were like a foot under me and I could feel my neck strain a bit from looking down too much. Stormy and azure, like an upset sky.
But there was so much emotion in her eyes, passionate, treacherous, and really, really sexy. And I could tell she was seeing something different too, because the blue orbs widened a bit, and her eyebrows weren't slanted so viciously anymore.
Something in me clicked and it felt as if a force started to control my body. I felt myself being drawn to her, closer and closer. And soon I saw her eyelids slide shut from the corner of my eyes. My main focus was for a feature under it.
I was a breathe away from the cupid-bowed lips, before I finally felt my eyes close.
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A little gift for one of the reviewers, because Ly is also very underappreciated. To: Taouerit.
"Hey Scorpie!" A pair of pale, thin arms enveloped my midriff and sent me a couple steps back as Lyra hugged me.
Aw, as much as I love this kid. I will always love oxygen a little bit more. And she was cutting of my main supply, right from the source itself. The lungs.
So that's why I allowed her only 15 seconds of my care bear hug time, and peeled away taking a deep breathe. I exaggerated the motion a bit, to show that I really appreciated the lung-crushing. Well more like the compassion behind it. I could do with a less smushed diaphragm.
"Hey Ly, where's Dad at?" I said ruffling her hair once I was mostly released. She kept an arm hooked around my forearm.
Ly shrugged. "I dunno, I saw him in a room today. But I forgot which one. I lost track after the third kitchen and the second ballroom."
Woah, third kitchen? You know what that means? It means, there are more food places.
Thus more staff required to maintain this lavish lifestyle. Hence, house elves to free! (Did I just say hence and thus in the same breath? Queer.) Yes! This could finally be my chance to really piss Grandpa Luce. I think I can live with on less tie or a pair of socks.
"Scorp, why are you smirking evilly, with one eyebrow up? You look like you're about to eat a coronary."
No…that would be too cannibal-like. Man, I'm really gonna miss this kid. She makes me feel smarter than usual. Oh damn, was my sinister plot showing on my face? Whoops.
"It's canary, my dear." I suppressed the urge to snort or roll my eyes and then do both. "So where's dinner? Or do they call it supper here? I am never gonna get used to their lingo. It's so different and weird."
"Yeah, it's gotta be a real change making full sentences, like with proper grammer and actual dictionary vocab." Ly fake shuddered, then rolled her eyes. Hm I do not appreciate your sarcastic tone missy. It reminds me to much of myself. Scary, it's like looking into a mirror. If the mirror showed how I'd look like as a 10 year old girl, that is.
Narrowing my eyes I said. "You know, mom's right. I am a bad influence on you."
"Let's go to dinner." She sighed exasperated. Oh, they grow up so fast. One moment they're your baby sister who mimics everything you say just to annoy you. Then a blink later, they're making snarky comments you yourself could have made. And I promised myself I would cry.
Pull yourself together, man. Shaking my head, I saw our crossing options. We were at a croosroad. Of course we were. Every place I want to instantly be in, has to involve a crossroad at some point.
"So where's the evening meal foyer?" I asked in my best snooty-british accent. Expecting to hear at least a small giggle from my baby sis. I heard none.
Tough crowd.
Turning around to face her, I saw her big blue eyes widened and fear written across her slightly pointed features. "I thought you knew!" She whispered.
Oh crap. "How am I supposed to know? I've been in this house for like 2 seconds."
"Um, okay. How about 3'o' clock."
"Sure just one problem Ly." I said through gritted teeth. "we go 3'o' clock. We go three o'clock we walk into a wall!"
We are so gonna be late for dinner.
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Hope this sort of satisfies you guys. More soon! Well not very soon, but eventually soon!
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