So it's here I stand,
As a broken man,
But I've found my friend,
-Geronimo, by Sheppard
Scorpius allowed a heavy sigh to leave his mouth before straightening again. He was a Malfoy, and Malfoys did not slouch or show any weakness in public. It was unbecoming, as his father always reminded him. Despite their tarnished name from his grandfather being a known Death Eater during the Second War, they still had their pride.
This was what Scorpius had wanted though. He had wanted to be free of the past Malfoy name, to not have to follow every rule his father thought up, many of which seemed unnecessary, and finally be free.
Why, then, was he still following everything his father had always told him to do?
Scorpius didn't know, and couldn't explain anything by the act that it was something of a comfort right now. He liked the security of still having rules to follow, guidelines that weren't decided on his own.
The responsibility was heavy, even with him being old enough for it, and trained from before he could even walk. That didn't stop him from making bad decisions, or forgetting some nicety during a ball. His father knew them all, but he simply didn't. There were so many messes he had never learned how to fix, and so many problems he had never had to face.
It was raining, a sober mood in the atmosphere that was unlike his own chaotic mind. Everything the Malfoys did now was on his shoulders. Scorpius Malfoy was now a lord upon the wake of his aged father's death.
"Scorpius? Oh, I know, you're thinking about those porn magazines again, aren't you. I don't know why you're so obsessed over it. You're the one who's nearly married after all," Alois Zabini winked. "The rest of us aren't that lucky."
Scorpius blushed, "I was not thinking about that! Why would you think I was thinking about that?"
"It was just your expression. You looked nearly constipated."
"Did not!"
Written for Game of Life: next-gen, blush, "Geronimo" by Sheppard
Written for MMORPG Challenge: Write about someone getting out of a tangle or mess