"Scori, you really are a dick you know?" Cassiopiea hisses as she throws her books on a desk in the library.
"Cass, I would bang you if you weren't my cousin you know?" Scorpius smirks as he sits down next to the brunette.
She rolls her startling blue coloured eyes and throws her heavy potions book at him. "See! You can't say stuff like that. Merlin Scori."
"Ow! Stop calling me Scori!"
"Why? You let my mum and your mum call you it." She frowns.
"I don't care. You're not allowed to call me it." He scowls at her and pulls his book open.
"What's wrong Scori?" She bites her lip and frowns worriedly, before grabbing her caramel curls and pushing them up into a ponytail.
"Nothing." He pauses, thinking, "Nothing and everything, Cass. I don't know who I am or what I'm doing anymore. I'm a mess."
"It's okay you know. You're allowed to be a mess; you don't have to have everything figured out. I certainly don't."
"But I want it figured out, I want to be clean cut and know where I'm headed but I'm a mess and my heads a mess and my life is a mess and I just don't know what to do anymore!"