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"Is Lily Potter on self-destruct mode?
As we all know, this past several months have been heart breaking for the youngest Potter; after a near fatal mission, a surprise pregnancy and a quick marriage the last thing the Malfoy and Potter children wanted was tragedy.
The day Scorpius Malfoy, 24 and Lily Potter, 22 got married was also the day that their worlds changed for ever. After falling down the stairs in the yard of the ancestry home of Mr Malfoy, the newly Mrs Malfoy suffered a miscarriage, ending the 'happily ever after' dream of the two real-life star crossed lovers.
After losing their baby, the newly married tragic-struck couple went into near hiding for several weeks; then out of the blue, Scorpius Malfoy returned to work as an Auror – being managed under his wives father and uncle and partnered by her cousin/best friend – and Lily Potter disappeared. Rumours skirted around about her whereabouts, had her parents hidden her with their muggle relatives? Had she gone to stay with her dragon-taming uncle? Had she snapped her wand in half and become an honorary muggle?
Several weeks after her disappearance, news of her whereabouts became public.
Lily Potter, or Malfoy as she is legally named, was seen leaving the club of Scott Williams, the singer, in the early hours of a New York morning. Reports of the affair between the two of them became public knowledge; every member of the extended Weasley/Potter/Malfoy family refused to comment and threatened reporters with a mix of law suits, jinxes and violence when approached. Photographs don't tell lies and the ones taken of Scorpius Malfoy after his wives shocking betrayal clearly show a devastated, grief-stricken man trying to cope with the loss of his daughter and the loss of his wife.
Three months after this revelation, Lily Potter is back in England, but is she fighting for her marriage? Is she grieving for her daughter? Is she trying to make it up to the family she abandoned?
No!
She's out partying every night! She's out wearing revealing outfits, in the A-List clubs, drinking expensive champagne, a mix of muggle and magical cocktails and not leaving for home until the early hours of the morning – every morning!
Not only is she partying her life away, little Miss Potter is also ignoring the urges of her Quidditch teammates, manager and coach when they tell her to hang her stilettos and mini-dresses up and put on her practice robes and dust of the dust from her broom.
Will Lily Potter, or Malfoy, try and salvage her career? The only form of stability in her already pitiful life?
I can guarantee to you, my faithful readers, that Aunty Romilda will get your answers!"
"I hate Romilda Vane." I stated as Lucy read the latest magazine article to me. We were sat in one of the bedrooms at the Burrow as the rest of the family put even more Christmas decorations up. I was laying on the bed, trying not to throw up, as Lucy was lying beside me, her head by my feet and her feet by my head. I hadn't seen her in weeks; she left for America because of work commitments shortly after I came home.
Dominique was on yet another mission with Scorpius and Roxanne was in Germany for a last minute meeting with some muggle business men, which meant that it was just Lucy and I against the rest of the family.
"Everybody hates Romilda Vane." Lucy sighed sympathetically. Out of all the family members in the public eye – myself, Lucy, James, Albus, Dominique, Rose and Hugo, - Romilda Vane, the worst gossip columnist in the business, had a habit of aiming for Lucy and myself.
Every time there was a story about one of us, Romilda got it.
"I hate Christmas." I muttered, I could hear my family all singing Christmas carols downstairs, they said it was for the amusement of my nieces but I knew just as well as everybody else did that they were all just a bunch of overly-happy Christmas enthusiasts.
"What time is Dominique going to be back?" I asked Lucy as I stood from the bed and stretched. I wasn't looking forward to sleeping on the floor tonight - how a group of fully grown adults managed to be persuaded by our grandmother for us to stay over on Christmas Eve, meaning that a lot of us would have to sleep on floors, I will never understand clearly.
"I heard your Dad tell Aunt Fleur for the millionth time that the two of them are expected back at four in the afternoon; adding the time that they have to hand their reports in, Uncle Harry said they should be back by about…five thirty." Lucy muttered as she flipped a page.
"And Roxy?"
"Oh, I meant to tell you. She isn't in Germany. She just lied to her father who then told everybody else. She is currently breaking up with her boyfriend." Lucy looked up and rolled her eyes at me.
"On Christmas Eve? Ouch." I hissed as I went to sit at the vanity in the corner of the room.
I still wasn't sure over my new style of hair. Lucy's stylist had dyed, cut and shaped it differently and I didn't know if I liked it or not.
Instead of my usual long, straight, red hair I know had long black hair with layers, no fringe and brown tints in my hair.
"She went searching for her Christmas gift and found an engagement ring and of course freaked out." Lucy told me, I could tell she was trying to keep back laughter – she was failing miserably.
I rolled my eyes at the typical reaction Roxanne would give at any sign of commitment.
I was about to reply when I heard a loud squeal coming from several floors below, followed by several more.
"I think that means Dominique's arrived home." Lucy sighed, looking at me nervously.
I wanted to glare at her, every time Scorpius came up in any conversation I was involved in, everybody gave me that look.
I'm not made of glass! I can handle hearing my husband's name!
"Well, we'd better go greet our cousin then." I forced a smile and led the way from the room.
I wondered quickly if Scorpius would be downstairs.
I seriously doubted it.
But there was a part of me that thought maybe he'd show his face, even for a minute. Since our separation, when was the last time he saw my mother? My grandparents?
As I passed a mirror in the hallway, I hurriedly smoothed down my hair and gave my make-up the once over; it couldn't hurt to look good for my estranged-husband, could it?
"Lil! Luce!" As soon as Lucy and I entered the living room, Dominique had run at us, wrapping us both in her arms. We hugged her back just as tightly; I always worried and missed Dominique when she went on missions. Even though dad insisted that she was one of his best Aurors, she was still so girly and so…feminine.
"What happened to your hair?" Dominique asked me as she pulled away. I quickly and discreetly glanced over her shoulder to see Scorpius being hugged tightly by all my aunts.
"I dyed it…well Marco dyed it." I laughed and shook it out so the layers could be seen properly as well as the brown tints. "Do you like it?"
I wasn't really looking at her; I was trying not to be obvious as I stared at my husband.
He'd clearly been spending a lot of time in the Hub at the ministry – the magical gym available to the Aurors when they weren't working – because he was even bigger than last time I saw him. His hair had grown out again too, it was sweeping over his eyes and he had to keep running his hand through it as he spoke to my mother.
"Speak to him." Dominique stood on my foot to get my attention back. "Look, for the past month he's been driving me insane going all spaced out on me, talk to him before I end up killing him at work!" She hissed, shoving me forwards a little.
"Dominique! Stop –" I knew what she was going to do and I tried to stop her, but I failed.
"Scorp? Lily wants to speak to you." Everybody stopped speaking when they heard Dominique. Scorpius looked at me for a fraction of a second before he looked back at my mother.
"I was actually just leaving –"
"I don't' want to speak to you –"
We both spoke at the same time, stopping at the same time too.
"Oh." We both replied at the same time too.
Dominique sighed and shook her head; she took my hand and led me across the room, speaking aloud as she did.
"Lily is being idiotic and Scorpius is being ignorant. You two need to talk, actually talk; do it before Scorpius nearly gets us killed again." She snapped, grabbing his hand and leading the two of us to the front door. There she dropped our hands, opened the front door and pushed us both out, slamming the door in our shocked faces and locking it.
Mortified, I didn't know what to do or say so I just stood and looked at the door in shock, waiting for Scorpius to speak or say something.
"Um," He cleared his throat but wouldn't meet my eye. "What, err, what did you want to speak about?" He muttered, leaning back to lean against the railing of the porch.
Sighing, I moved to sit on the opposite railing. "I didn't. Dominique just thinks we need to talk…" I shrugged, looking up for a second to see if he was even looking at me.
He was looking at the lamp above my head, not taking his eyes from it. "Right…she's so straightforward your cousin –"
"Do you want to talk? Or do you want to sit and praise Dominique?" I cut across him and got straight to the point, forcing myself to look at him fully.
"What's there to talk about? Oh, did you speak to Albus or Hermione about an annulment?" Scorpius asked me, I ignored the feeling of a sixteen inch blade running through my heart at the careless tone in his voice.
Surely he couldn't be so indifferent about our marriage?
"You and my mother looked very pally." I ignored his question and arched an eyebrow, looking at him carefully. Scorpius was a very good liar but if you looked carefully he gave signs of when he was lying.
He shrugged once and scowled at me. "Yeah, we got along before we got together, perhaps you remember?"
He took a deep breath before he spoke again. "She asked, actually she practically begged me to speak to you." He admitted quietly.
I felt the blood leave my face as my breath left my body in a puff of clear air in front of me. I didn't say anything for a minute; I just sat and shivered in the light snow that was falling around us.
Silently, Scorpius shrugged out of his jacket – I recognised as one I bought him last Christmas – and handed it to me. When he took the jacket off, I saw that he was wearing only a thin black shirt that stuck to his arms and chest, clearly defining every muscle he had.
"Thanks." I muttered as I gratefully accepted it and pulled it on. I inhaled a mouthful of Scorpius' scent but instead of choking, I swallowed it down and took another deep whiff.
"Your mother is worried, Lily –"
"She has no need to be. I'm fine." I cut across him, not wanting to hear my mother's lies about being worried and concerned about me. She was one of the strongest people I knew, she wouldn't be concerned about hurting my feelings – if she was worried and concerned, she'd tell me herself.
Scorpius scoffed and shook his head, sending me a patronizing smirk. "Keep telling yourself that, babe."
I glared at him and spoke through gritted teeth; "You have no right to call me that. You lost that right when you gave me your wedding ring back."
"I gave you that ring back because our marriage is over! It's been over ever since you dropped your panties and jumped into bed with Williams!" He snarled back at me, glaring at me fully.
"How many damn times do I have to say this? Nothing happened!" I was utterly fed up of having to repeat this to everybody.
Why wouldn't he believe me? Why won't he believe me?
"Why won't you believe me? Do you not trust me?" I asked him quietly, forcing myself to look up into his face. "What happened that you don't trust me? You promised me you would always trust me. Remember? I was going back to school for my sixth year and you promised I could trust you, and you swore on your life that you'd always trust me –"
"You weren't twenty two and running to another man, then!" He spat out, looking down at me.
I flinched when I saw the coldness in his eyes.
"You were sixteen; a little girl and I felt like I could protect you. Now…now I don't want to protect you. I don't want you." His words stabbed through me harsher than a thousand blades could.
They caused more pain than a thousand blades could.
I forced back the tears, the pain and the shock. I silenced the screaming voice in my head, yelling at me to fight for him.
"Then what are you still doing here? Don't you have a whore somewhere waiting for you?" I asked him coldly.
Scorpius smirked arrogantly and patronizingly as he stood straighter. His eyes were cold again, with another emotion that I couldn't identify.
"You're the only whore I see around here, baby." He nodded to me and sent me a large, patronizing wink.
Before I knew what I was doing, I'd stood straighter and punched him across his face, not knowing which part I had actually hit him.
He stumbled into the door, clutching his face.
The bang on the door must have alerted my family because it was ripped open and most of my relatives were stood looking at us carefully.
"I give you your chance," Scorpius scowled, standing up fully and dropping his hand from his face.
I should have felt a stab of pity, and maybe deep down I did, at the sight of his bleeding lip, but I couldn't register that.
I only registered that he'd called me a whore.
The lowest of the low, he once told me he hated girls who used sex as a toy, like it didn't matter. He told me he despised whores.
And now he thought I was one.
"My Law-Representative will contact yours about the annulment. Keep the coat." He nodded once at my family, spat out a mouthful of blood before he turned on the spot and apparated away.
"You better go after him." I shakily told Albus as I pushed past everybody to go into the warm house. I pulled the jacket off, scrunched it up into a tight ball and threw it into the fire, ignoring the looks and pleas that my family were giving me.
"Albus!" I yelled, seeing him stood still as I walked over to the little cabinet that held the alcohol Grandma Molly had stocked up on for the holidays. "Go make sure he doesn't do something he'd probably regret in the morning." I muttered, pouring myself a very large measure of fire-whiskey and downing it in one shot.
"Lily –," Mum put her hand on my arm but I shrugged it off.
"What's the matter, mother? Worried about me? Concerned?" I spat at her, pouring myself another drink and downing that one too. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Lucy, Hugo, Dominique and Roxanne – who must have floo'd in while I was outside – nod to each other and come up to stand beside me, taking a glass each out of the cabinet.
"Well don't be. I'm fine!" I hissed at my mother before she had a chance to answer herself.
Dominique took the bottle from me and poured out four drinks, with just the same amount in the glass as I had in mine.
"Nobody likes drinking alone." Hugo winked at me. He raised his glass and clicked it against mine.
I have no idea how it happened, but by three o'clock in the morning, I was sneaking back into the Burrow with Dominique, Lucy, Roxanne, Hugo and Fred – all of us extremely drunk.
I knew why we left; I'd had an argument with my mother and stormed out, apparated to the only club open, Club Avada, with my cousins following me, offering moral support.
We'd danced, drank and laughed all night, when the club closed we went onto a muggle bar and drank and danced some more.
I stumbled over a sleeping Louis on the floor, and Dominique had to put her hand over my mouth to keep me from waking the house with my loud giggles.
"Aw, he kept the couch open for one of us!" Lucy smiled as she nodded to were Rose was curled up on the arm chair and Louis was sleeping in a sleeping bag in front of the fire. Grandpa added extra rooms on the house for the married couples, Molly and Bobby Finnegan, James and Selena and then Teddy and Victoire, who had another double bed in their room for Annie and Katie to share.
"Dibs!" Dominique hissed before anybody had the chance.
"How is that far?" Roxanne slurred, attempting to unfasten her jeans.
"Because I," Dominique declared, struggling to stay upright as she waved her finger in front of her own face, "have just got back from a mission which had me sleeping in a cave for six hours. I'm a lesbian; I don't like things going up my ass!" She laughed, making Fred, Lucy, myself and Roxanne burst out in laughter, loud laughter that made Rose groan and pull her blanket over her head and Louis to sit up, glare at us before he muttered that he was going to sleep in with Victoire, Teddy and their girls.
As he stormed out, Dominique joined in with the laughter.
"He is such a drama queen!" She gasped in between laughter.
We were all laughing - at basically nothing – so much that we didn't notice the sound of footsteps on the staircase.
I tried to stop laughing at the site of my father, uncles Ron, Bill, Percy and George all looking stern, sleepy and slightly amused – except Percy who was almost glaring at his daughter.
"Hi there, Daddy!" Dominique grinned at Bill who tried to keep an amused grin off his face.
"Girls, Hugo, Freddie, you're waking everybody up." Ron hissed, looking at his son who was now sliding down the wall, seemingly asleep.
"Relax! It's Chriiiiiiiii-stmas!" Lucy sang out loudly, she started laughing at her bad singing voice, which made the girls and Freddie start laughing again too.
Each parent walked over to their child – except Ron who went over to Freddie since George had his hands full with Roxanne.
"Lily? Come on; let's get some coffee down you." Dad whispered, pushing my hair out of my face.
Since I couldn't walk in a straight line without help, Dad put his arm around my waist and practically carried me into the kitchen.
"Domino? Dom – No! DOMINIQUE!" We walked past Uncle Bill who tried to move out of the way, but wasn't quick enough to avoid Dominique fountain of vomit.
Dad carried me over to one of the chairs, I was still able to see the antics in the living room and had to put a hand over my mouth when I saw uncle Bill, covered in vomit, trying to get Dominique to go wash her face, uncle Percy and uncle George trying to position both their daughters on the sofa. Uncle Ron seemed able enough of putting a passed out Freddie into a sleeping bag. In the length of time that it took dad to make two cups of coffee, he'd put Hugo and Freddie into separate sleeping bags and was on his way up the stairs.
"When we have a body that needs moving, Ron finds it easier to put them into the body bags by hand." Dad sighed, sitting in the chair opposite me so he blocked my view of the living room. "He says it's more respectful to not use magic. Something about dignity." Dad shrugged. He pushed the coffee cup over to me and looked at me with his 'father' look.
I hadn't had that look since I was thirteen; obediently I lifted the cup and took a sip, which was followed by a large gulp.
"So ..." Dad sighed, looking at me with a straight, calm face. "How many times are you going to drink yourself stupid?" He asked me, not in an accusing voice, not disappointed, just generally curious it seemed.
But then again, Dad was the best actor I knew, sometimes greater actors than the Malfoy family were.
"Not stupid…just drunk!" I corrected him, taking another sip of coffee. I knew what he'd done. He had spiked my drink with a sobering solution.
Devious man. He should have chosen Slytherin over Gryffindor.
"Alright, how many times are you planning on drinking yourself drunk?" He repeated with his correction.
"As many times as it takes." I answered honestly.
Growing up, I always knew I could be honest with my parents and they wouldn't judge me. They'd be thankful and happy that I was honest with them. They loved the honesty. As I got older, I learned that I loved that I could be honest with them too.
Above all else, I was the happiest when I could be honest with my Daddy.
"Takes to what?" He asked me quietly.
"As many times as it takes to stop hurting over Scorpius." I sighed, draining the last of my coffee. "And Olivia…mainly Scorpius though."
Before I knew what I was doing, I was crying.
Not the drunken tears that everybody did when they were drunk, real tears.
"Daddy…I swear nothing happened between Scott and me! It couldn't…I love my husband!" I whispered, not bothering to hide my tears.
I know you do sweetheart, I know. Scorpius knows too…he's just confused, angry and scared so he's trying to protect himself – rightly so. You can't blame him –"
"He called me a whore. He called me a whore and said he doesn't trust me. If he knows something didn't happen he wouldn't have said that!" I cut across Dad and blurted out what Scorpius said.
"He's right…he can't trust me, I can't trust myself not to hurt him, can I?" I sobbed. I put my hands over my face and tried to stifle my cry.
I heard the chair scrape across the tiles of the floor and then felt my dad's arms wrap around me.
"Lily…my poor little girl, one day, one day I promise you that you and Scorpius will be happy again. You two will be back to how you were this time last year. I promise."
I woke up the next morning to a pounding in my head, a ringing in my ears and an extremely dry mouth. I frowned in confusion when I saw posters of the old band the Weird Sisters and an old team of the Harpies on the walls.
It clicked I was in my mothers' childhood bedroom, the bedroom that my parents slept in when they stayed the night at the Burrow.
"How the hell did I get in here?" I muttered. I glanced at the clock and groaned when I saw it was only eight thirty, a.m.
Dad and I talked for nearly an hour. I must have had at the most, four hours sleep; no wonder I felt so hung-over.
I stumbled out of bed, spying a glass of water on the bedside table and downing it in one, I felt a little better but not much.
I cringed when I heard laughter downstairs, I didn't really want to face my family but I had too.
I grabbed a jacket of Dad's from the back of the chair, pulled the hood up and zipped the zipper right to the top and slowly made my way out of the bedroom and down the stairs.
"Well," A loud booming voice made me jump when I eventually walked into the kitchen. "Look who's finally out of her pit! That's all the partiers up and looking fresh!" Uncle Charlie teased when he saw me.
I dropped into an empty seat in between Dominique, who had her head resting on the table, and James who was smirking at me.
"Freddie had the last batch of hangover potion." Mum looked at me apologetically. I groaned and put my feet on the chair, resting my forehead on my knees and trying not to throw up.
"How did I get in your bed?" I asked, turning my head to look at Mum carefully.
"You passed out about four a.m., I couldn't sleep so I carried you into our bed." Dad laughed lightly, pushing a cup of steaming hot coffee towards me.
"And then at about five thirty, you woke up, vomited all over me and then went back to sleep." Mum scowled at me, sending me a light-hearted glare.
"Really?" I gasped, ignoring everybody's laughter – except, Dominique and Hugo who both looked as bad as I did. "I am so sorry Mum!"
Mum waved my apologies off and turned back to her conversation with Aunt Hermione.
I looked around the table, noticing one empty chair.
"Where's Al?" I asked James quietly, not wanting to draw attention to the question. I had a feeling I knew where he was.
"He sent a patronus around midnight," James whispered, "saying that he wouldn't be home until this afternoon at the latest."
I nodded once in response.
Good to know which side in this fallout Albus had took.
Lily Potter's Party Power!
Over the past month, Lily Potter has attended twenty five different parties!
Last week she had a four-day partying binge accompanied by her cousin, sensational singer Lucy Weasley!
When will Lily Potter – she doesn't want to be known as Lily Malfoy any longer – stop filling the empty voids in her life with music, alcohol and men?
A lot of you precious readers will be surprised at the youngest Potter's antics; looking at her previous relationships compared to her siblings and cousins, Lily would be credited for only ever having one boyfriend – her current husband, Scorpius Malfoy – whereas a lot of her family go through partners more often than her Aunt Hermione blasts apart old wizarding legislation! Ha, little family joke there!
However, my sources, anonymous of course, have told me that over the past month, Lily has had several suitors at her beck and call – just last night Lily was pictured kissing some young gentleman at Club Avada, her new favourite night-spot.
What does her husband think of her blatant lack of respect for their marriage?
Or suspected boyfriend, Scott Williams?
Well my faithful readers, with Scott Williams returning to the country in the next couple of days for a concert in muggle-London, we'll probably see or hear about his reaction.
How will Scorpius Malfoy, famous for his short temper and jealous streak, cope with the man who stole his wife away from him, being in the same country?
Find out all in next week's column!
I tapped the newspaper with my wand and smiled sardonically as it got engulfed in flames.
Romilda Vane is getting on my nerves.
Ever since Christmas, when somehow she found out about me and Scorpius rowing on Christmas Eve, she's wrote an entire piece about the two of us a week.
I hadn't had an appropriate conversation with Scorpius since Christmas Eve – and it was now the first day of February – so I didn't know what he thought of the articles, but then again he probably didn't read anything other than the sport section, the politics section and the main news section of the Prophet, so chances are he didn't know what Romilda was saying.
I sighed as I thought back on the numerous rows Scorpius and I have had over the past two months. Every time we saw each other it ended up in an argument, with one of us screaming at the other.
The day before New Year's Eve, I saw him at Club Avada with some girl with bright blue hair, when he saw me he looked right at the girl before he snogged her.
Snogged some random girl right in front of me. For a minute I felt sick, I actually thought that I was going to throw up in the middle of the club.
Then Lucy made me look away, handed me several shots and I almost forgot about him.
When I saw his girlfriend in the bathroom and she smirked at me, clearly recognising me, I stormed out the toilets, walked right past Scorpius and marched onto the dance floor and started dancing with the first random boy I could find.
That night I had my first one-night stand.
I can't remember it, and I don't want to remember it.
The morning after I woke up I saw the newspapers and saw the same girl walking out of the block of flats were Scorpius and my flat is.
Two days after that, I saw another story with another girl and Scorpius leaving Club Avada, Scorpius had his arm around her and he had smudged lipstick round his lips.
That night I had my second one night stand.
I got too drunk to remember what I did the next morning. I only knew what I did because of the man in the bed beside me.
I wasn't proud of what I was doing. I was disgusted but I couldn't help it.
I knew I'd get photographed, so I knew there was a chance Scorpius would see it.
I knew that my family would see it, but after Christmas…I stopped caring what my family thought of me.
My parents would always love me, Dominique, Lucy and Roxanne would always be there for me. That was good enough for me.
A pecking at the kitchen window made me look up from the flames and away from my thoughts.
I walked over to allow the owl in, it hopped onto my worktop and held its leg out impatiently.
I took the letter and before I had a chance to give it a slice of toast or some fruit like I did with the other birds, it took flight out of the window.
Laughing lightly, I opened the envelope and poured myself another cup of tea as I settled down at my kitchen table and read the letter.
Dear Lily
Hey! How's it going? I know about you and Scorpius – I've been getting hate mail! Haha! How funny is that?
How are you? I'm in England for four days in the next couple of days – I get there Friday afternoon your time – we should meet up?
Scorpius is a jerk, I can't believe after everything you said about him, he doesn't believe you.
Lucy tells me you refuse to give him an annulment? Good on you! He's just being stubborn! He'll crack before you do!
Not that you'll need much cracking! I've seen the stories…Lily Potter you naughty girl! If I knew one night stands were your thing, I'd have pounced on you in New York! How you've surprised me, haha! But, if you are your husband aren't together any more…there's nothing stopping us! (I'M JOKING!)
You and Scorpius are going through a rough patch – albeit it's been nearly six months since you two were married – it's just a very long rough patch, haha!
Anyway, owl me back - this is my brothers owl, she's very highly strung so don't take offence if she bites or ignores you, I told my brother to have her mated but he's having none of it!
We should totally meet up!
I'm staying at a hotel, according to one of the many stories about you, you have your own mansion? Mind if I call in an old favour? I hate hotels.
Love, always
Scott Williams.
P.S – We are totally getting drunk together! You can introduce me to Dominique and Roxanne – see how I remembered…alright I had my assistant do a research job on your family, haha. SEE YOU SOON!
I rolled my eyes but smiled at Scott's letter. He was just the same, even if it had been nearly four months since I last spoke to him, he still knew how to make me laugh.
Scott was coming! To stay in my house!
I didn't know how to feel about that; excitement? Nervous? Sort of.
Eager to see him? Of course.
Curious to see how he's changed? Definitely.
Anticipation to see Scorpius' reaction to Scott being in the country and in my house?
"This should be interesting." I smiled as I put the letter in a drawer.
Well? You haveto have a reaction to that...
Yes…to answer some of your questions – mainly SOAO – Lily is practically a slut in the end of this chapter.