Stagnant [Scorpius Malfoy]

[.ASTORIA HELENA MALFOY !]

Nothing else could possibly be brought across Astoria's attention, she was still to absorbed in the images of a horrid day. Her dearly beloved was only but motionless with a hardly detectable pulse, with an echo of agony on his face. Draco had been her protector for so long, someone strong and loving in that sort of state was startling. She had hardly slept since that day, and any time that she had left Draco's bedside was only working to ensure something so crippling wouldn't reoccur. This even lead her to find her father's 'humble' abode located in the most impossible of locations in America. Surely enough she had found a different man who had neglected her as a child. Not quite yet however had their relationship been healed, although he was more than willing to ensure the best care. This still to this moment when she doesn't fully understand what went down, all she knows that she at least has one thing under her control.

Draco was well taken care of, although she had yet to see his eyes, or hear his voice. Still he was silent and still in a hospital bed, which Astoria would visit attentively. Always attentively replacing a bouquet of yellow roses each time the ones by his bedside would show even the slightest signs of wilting. Taking time to sit and talk with him for as long as she wished, he had a private room considering they were able to afford such a privilege, and it was helpful to ensure his safety. Not to mention that this was able to prevent the rest of the world from viewing Astoria Malfoy even in the slightest negative light. While the healers viewed the sort of behavior she would exhibit such as sitting with her husband either silently or while she chatted with him others were most likely not too. Trying to keep his mind active while he healed seemed to give some comfort in her own heart as well, without him it seemed really difficult to literally function.

Astoria eventually found herself walking into the hospital room to take her usual seat next to her dear husband. Glad she didn't have to replace the flowers today, that she could sit and hold his hand. Telling him about the days events, "I haven't been home, but my aunt has taken care of clean up, and they've been watching the house for as long as they safely can." Astoria broke mid-sentence to put her head down, still clutching his hand securely. Hardly faltering, even though she found it was slightly chilly in the hospital room. She had left her aunts house without even properly thinking to get a jacket, she was properly groomed but had forgot something as simple as a jacket. Not that she had dwelt to much on that. Right now the scene was Astoria Malfoy, the woman of ice with her head buried in her husband's bedsheets while she sat obediently by his bedside. Not even if she had payed attention to everyone around her, she wouldn't have picked up on a door opening. Considering that she at least remembered to close it when she walked into her husband's room.

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[.SCORPIUS HYPERION MALFOY !]

Open my eyes, it was only just a dream.
So I travel back, down that road.

Since his father had been attacked and brought to St. Mungo’s Scorpius had been staying there. Only leaving during the nights for the Potters home and then returning just after the sunrise. But even thought his mother had been there by his side, Scorpius had avoided them. He loved Astoria, loved her as much as he loved his father and sister. But he wasn’t sure he would be able to face his mother after everything. It was easy to get angry at his father, he was the Death Eater, Bellatrix’s nephew. But he had no reasons to hater her, he had abandoned his mother without a reason. Not a letter or a simple goodbye, the cowards way out. He couldn’t face her, he was afraid of what he would see there on her face. Disappointment probably and Scorpius wouldn’t be able to go on with that image carved on his mind.

It had taken all oh his strength to walk towards her, breakfast had been a small one. He wasn’t sure if the pressure would have allowed to keep it down. This would be it, not talking to them had turned into a dream, one breakable but still controllable. This would break that dream, a solid reality would crash on him. Scorpius would loose the control he’d build after the attack. Like walking to a jury, ready to be judged by them. He wondered if this was the feeling people had right before the dementor walked in to give the kiss. Except after that they wouldn’t feel anything, Scorpius would still feel it. He wrapped his hands across his body, it was cold in there. He guessed they kept the temperatures low for a reason, but today it felt more like a cold winter morning than anything else.

He stood before his father room, unsure if he had all the strength to open the door. There was a chance that his mother wasn’t there, a very unlikely one. But he couldn’t turn away now, he needed to do that. This was a crucial time for the family, they needed to stick together now more than ever. It wouldn’t be easy but the troubles of the past needed to rest aside until his father at least returned to full health. Taking a deep breath he finally wrapped his fingers against the doorknob. The door opened with a small click, it was a private room, there weren’t any patients or visitors around. Unless they had come to visit his father, if that was the case Scorpius would simply slip back out and come back another time. His luck wasn’t that good, only his mother and his sleeping father.

Was it even sleep, did Draco dream in that state. He shuddered at the thought of a state of nothingness, to be there and not be at all. He removed it from his mind altogether. He needed his mind focused on the matter at hand, distractions weren’t welcomed. “As-mother.” He came into the room fully then, carefully closing the door behind him. Whatever happened he didn’t wants others to see. He noticed that he was crying now, that’s why he had felt the cold. His face was wet from them. “Mommy, I‘m sorry.” He knew he was weeping harder then, but he had no control over it. If only he’d been there that day with his father, maybe there had been a chance. One part of his mind told him that things could have gone the same, but the other kept repeating that maybe if just.

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tag: astoria malfoy
note: muse=lame

[.ASTORIA HELENA MALFOY !]

Human beings were no different from any other species really when it came to social interaction. You wouldn't expect an animal to wait while the other got up, it would instead attack while it was down. As much as a majority of the humanitarians on the earth would like to disbelieve, everyone was the same way on the inside, it was how her husband got into such a state. Someone had thought it was alright to attack so violently, she could still smell the blood caked on his shirt the night she found him. Selfishly all she could think was for Draco to wake up, could you blame such a pleading wish?

Astoria had always been in love with her dearest, a modest man, while she offered him the world he merely stood on a small patch of ground, large enough to take her into his arms. Honestly in nature its hard to tell whether the mothers truly know if their children left the nest, some will know if they died to soon but, how many of them payed attention after their children were old enough to care for themselves. Did they still care? Due to certain circumstances, no matter how much she deeply cared for her own children, she would still be left alone if her husband would sleep indefinitely.

Almost as if cued, that fear was challenged, she sat up almost in attention as a soldier would if their superior ventured into the room. Tilting her head slightly she raised a hand to brush away any tears from her own cheeks. Standing with a calm emotionless gaze in her eyes, although none of her breeding was able to fully compose herself. Mothers in most species could react if their child was distressed, generally that was the case anyway, more specifically what affected her own heart. Standing entirely turned to her dear son with a full intent to speak she found herself suddenly bombarded with an apology worded in a way she hadn't heard for quite a long time.

Fighting tears she breathed, it felt like ages since he had spoke and yet only a few seconds fleeted by, she felt honestly awkward. It had been so long since she had played the part of a parent she struggled to understand the current state of affairs. Her dear son was attempting to apologize and she was only overwhelmed with such an awkward state. Almost as if it were subconscious however, she had already taken enough steps forward to hug her son. Not anything brief she was truly genuinely embracing him, although he could easily push her away. Astoria honestly hoped he wouldn't, no matter what Scorpius must have thought of her devotion to Draco Malfoy, a death eater and his father she hoped he put aside. Astoria had always been smaller than her husband, and slowly watched her son grow taller than her height could reach. Not honestly wanting either way to look up at her son, if he had caught even the slightest glimpse of her eyes he would have been able to note the puffy red-ness.

[.SCORPIUS HYPERION MALFOY !]

Open my eyes, it was only just a dream.
So I travel back, down that road.

Even thought his mother had tried to hide her tears, Scorpius had caught a small glimpse of red. It wasn’t hard, that same looked had looked back at him everyday in the mirror. If Scorpius was having a bad time he couldn’t even imagine how his mother was feeling. It had been her who found him, bloody and beaten. The healers had done an excellent work healing his injuries. But he most have looked gruesome when he came in. Anything that could throw someone into that state, someone as strong as his father had to be pretty horrible. He felt a sense of shame from avoiding his mother, she probably needed her children around her more than ever. Instead he had cowered away before she could judge him.

He hadn’t expected his mm to actually hug him. In his minds there had been yelling and disapproval, but no hugs. He felt like such a child then, this were his parents how could they hate him? He wrapped his hands around his mother, she was smaller than him now. He had grown a lot on the past year, it was strange to be held like that. All his life he had been held, resting his head on his mother’s neck. Now he was the one doing the holding. It came to him that he had missed a whole year, he had changed during that time. Hopefully to a more mature and better person, but he hadn’t even noticed that everything around him changed with him. He grip tightened until finally he allowed himself to move back.

He looked away, the tears had blurred his vision and he didn’t want his mother to see him crying now. The family needed to stay strong, tears weren’t going to solve any of his problems. He whipped them with the back of his hands before looking back at her. He smiled at her or at least tried to before taking a few steps towards is father. The healers had indeed done a great job on his injuries, most of them had been healed by then. This would be better news if Scorpius didn’t know what they confirmed, his injuries had not been magically inflicted. It had been a weapon, just a weapon no magic qualities at all. Just a muggle weapon. He looked away from his father. Those were the current rumors, a muggle attack against well a well known hater of muggles.

He looked down at his harms, under his shirt stood the Dark Mark, not visible now. It hadn’t been active in so long. There were no Death Eaters attacks in the past months, his father hadn’t hurt anyone. Bellatrix and he was sore nor who ever was in charge would ever trust him with a mission. Even the Ministry didn’t view Draco Malfoy as a threat. Had they then he wouldn’t be out there, his father would have been taken to Azkaban long ago. “How are you? Sorry, I guess not well.” His back was to her now, he didn’t want to see if she was crying too. That fact would only bring more tears for him. “I know I haven’t been around much or the best son, but I didn’t want something bad to happen to my own father.”

He could only hope now that who ever did this was caught. Harry Potter had promised that they were looking into things, wizard families everywhere were worried. Fearing that any of them would be next on the line. One victim had been more than enough.

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note: head pain >.<

[.ASTORIA HELENA MALFOY !]

For some reason, out of anyone of Astoria's family members dwelling in her aunts household that attempted to comfort her, all it took was for her son to return the hug. All the feeling of relief that his reaction wasn't foul had encompassed some concern and snuffed such a troublesome flame. The fire inside that was set the night she searched for a note, or at least some sign left by her children, and instead finding nothing. Such a guilt that was always bothering her stomach, or her heart or any other organ that could possibly feel such a grief. Scorpius had lightly touched his chin on her shoulder, which made her realize just how tall he had grown. Even with her heels she basically was a dwarf compared to his height. Not that she cared, Astoria loved her son so deeply he could be as tiny as a mouse or as large as a house, she would still give him a hug.

For a moment Astoria felt ashamed with the temptation to yell, to voice her misery the night of the night both her children had left. After seeing her husband in his injured state, barely clinging onto breath she had a hard time controlling basically any urges, or sometimes getting the inclination to want to scream. With her son's warm embrace, she felt as if perhaps there might be a chance for explanation, considering so far not even her aunt could figure out what went on. Maybe something to lift of her shoulders, perhaps some joy in all the heartache of the current state of affairs. Deep in thought, and still looking downwards, she allowed her son to move away, wanting a chance to gather her words. Only brought out of her thought by the shock of his question, and the dryness of his quick answer, this only lead her to let out the most sarcastic chuckle. Of all the things to ask?

He must've not been thinking clearly either, something which Astoria made a point of noting, especially after he insisted he didn't want something like that to happen to his father. With an shaky sort of tone, "Neither did I, and I'm sure I've been just a terrific wife the whole time, I took classes and everything you know." Astoria spoke with a sort of cynical tone that surprised even her, turning to look at Draco in a near dazed stare. Watching her tone more this time and surprisingly unaffected by what was now at times a light occasional trickle of tears. Shaking her head slightly at such what she know viewed as more of a snide statement than cynical, tugging on her son's sleeve just a little almost to ensure he wouldn't leave her side. Giving right away an outright apology, "What I was trying to say, trying to prove you wrong, you aren't horrible, you aren't supposed to endure my cynical, snide remarks! I just..." Astoria broke of for a moment in a heavy sigh. How was she supposed to sum up that mentally she honestly wasn't feeling well?

Without really finding herself able to word correctly what she wanted to say she searched her mind, this long moment of her shaky breathing and the rest of the world that seemed to grow still and silent felt as if it was dragging on forever. This displacement of time for her was very difficult to ignore, clearing her throat she found the chance to speak in the thick coat of silence. The sort of blatant lie about this moment would be if anyone thought she was having an easy time... which was hardly the case. With a sigh she was able to admit out loud, "having a hard time." Regretting immensely that she had worried her son with such a fact, and yet knowing fully that it was good to tell the truth. Astoria could feel a little weight lifting, admitting to someone other than a dormant husband that she was having difficultly dealing with the situation. Actually opening up to someone,which was probably something more impressive than any precious gem she could attain.

[.SCORPIUS HYPERION MALFOY !]

Open my eyes, it was only just a dream.
So I travel back, down that road.

He needed his father to wake up, to be able to talk with him one last time. That night there had been no words between the two of them, after that no letter and no accidental meeting. He hadn’t even been able to yell at him, to scream his feelings and rage like the teenager he was. It seem like that moment wouldn’t come. That all his screaming would fall into deaf ears and that hurt more than what he had thought possible. Going away was hard. But coming back was worse. Looking at his father, so fragile and gone. Because that man had his face, his body but it was like there was nothing inside. The healers had explained that Draco Malfoy wasn’t aware if anything, just an empty shell.

But the moment his father finally opened his eyes, then that shell would become him once more. Things wouldn’t go back to normal, there was still far too much to fix. But at least there would be a chance of fixing them, with his father like that there was nothing he could do. That didn’t even compare to his biggest fear that his father wouldn’t wake up. The healers had explained that the damage hadn’t been bad enough to cause a permanent coma, it could still case permanent damage but nothing big. But they were human and humans made mistakes, he knew that personally. They could be wrong, things could go from better to worse and maybe…he couldn’t even go there.

He wanted to hug his mother once more, to have his sister there with them. But while the first one wouldn’t be hard with her near, he couldn’t bring himself to have her around his father for too long. If he was affected this badly, he couldn’t imagine how she would feel. His trained had dealt with emotional control, something that every Death eater needed. But his sister hadn’t been taught like him. If after that control he was having trouble sleeping and was the perfect example of a wreck, the she could react worse. He didn’t doubt that she was strong, even stronger than him if she wanted. But she was also just sixteen, no matter how strong she was it would affect her deeply. He was probably acting like an overprotective brother(which he was), but that was his job as the big brother.

He finally had the strength to turn back to his mother, cleaning the fresh tears as he did and tried to smile at her. At least he still had his mother, she hadn’t been hurt in whatever had happened to his father. That was good, that was very good. He smiled at her once more, stepping closer. He was almost sure that his mother was probably getting as much sleep as he was. Maybe she was even as emotionally drained as he himself was. “You stayed, I think that makes you the better person. I ran, I sincerely wanted to get away from everyone I knew. I thought about going to Durmstrang, I even had the letter and all. But Albus Potter stopped me.” He stopped, thinking about that day. Albus had saved him that day from a mistake, had he gone he was sure he wouldn’t have found about his father until much later.

He wasn’t sure what else to say, doubting that anything he would be able to say would be of much help. “I should be going back to Hogwarts soon, but if you want I can stay behind. Until father wakes up at least.” Hogwarts would make it harder for him to visit his father, he wasn’t sure if he would attend the school, this year. Leaving his studies when he was so close to finishing and during times where he needed the knowledge wouldn’t be wise. But the logical part of his kind was overpowered by the emotional one. He doubted he would make any logical decisions any time soon.

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[.ASTORIA HELENA MALFOY !]

Astoria could recall her father’s visit, a silent bleak day while she sat alone in a vacation home located somewhere on some coastline. Storms had taken out the muggle electricity that was maintained by magic and she wasn’t moving even in the slightest to get up and turn on the lights. Other family members that were at all in the house just kept away, able to see that she was broken apart and needed some time. The room she was in had an occasional brightness to it whenever lightning struck, other than that it would be a dim grey light. She sat draped over a chair with a glass of chardonay in her hand, noting a figure in the mirror but unable to make out a face. Smirking she could only jeer at whoever shadow reflected into the mirror, “You come to kill me too?” She began laughing a the thought, “there’s nothing else to take, my life is already gone.” Breaking down into giggles to the point where she struggled with tears, once she did fall to the light sobs she heard the voice that she would often dream of seeking to address her as a child. She went silent almost as if cued, holding onto his every word.

“The healers told you that patient Draco Abraxas Malfoy is currently in a state where he isn’t aware?” She could hear the man who so often ignore her scoff, “They are all fools remember that. Don’t turn your back on him now.” Something about what her father told her stuck with her, even as he left the room. Sure maybe that he did agree he wasn’t all there, but there was something of a crime in the idea of just waiting until she got the call he woke up. For a moment horror filled her heart as she imagined herself walking into Mungos cold hearted and interrupted from a business trip. And Draco waking up to a world that was oh, so cold. Something that she couldn’t bear to even consider putting him through. That was why she so often visited, gave the room her homely touch so he wouldn’t wake if she weren’t there, to a world dim and grey. Without even a hint of her visiting him, no matter how much it hurt. Someone needed to talk to him to ensure his brain would be kept alive and well and not relax into an organ that had a lack of use, for that was more traumatizing for someone who would have just awoke than anything else.

Suddenly her thoughts turned back to her son when he spoke again, practically dumstruck by his confession, “Dumstrang?” Astoria echoed her sons words suddenly plunged into a harsh reality that came from marrying her husband. Her children had grown to a stage where they were just about desperate to escape. Almost shocked she would need to thank a teenage boy for talking sense into her own son, considering Scorpius was one of the more sensible ones. With sudden talk of being away from his studies a mix of guilt welled in her stomach.

Regret he even said such a thing fluttered in her heart, the guilt of wanting to keep him close by wasn't something she could easily hide. Shaking her head then beginning to nod as she spoke, "I'm sorry to ask this of you, but your sister would be safe in Ravenclaw. I wouldn't stop worrying each night when you are sleeping in a Slytherin dormitory. Maybe its best you put of returning to Slytherin, to Hogwarts, until theres a bit clearer of a reason-" she broke of and glanced to Draco's motionless body. Breathing in with a shaky hesitation she found some sort of mutual face, not as affected by tears. Looking up with a comforting smile then to her son, "You wouldn't miss your studies, and you can get the best tutors, Alectrona can too if she wishes. Although the urgency isn't as great as someone who has to sleep in the dorm you do." Astoria remembered how terrifying it was for her as a child sleeping in the same dorm as murderers. Students who would often sell out their classmates for the good of their own skins. Not knowing who to trust, the Slytherins were the worst, the rest of the houses weren't as bad.

Once again Hogwarts would be plunged into unrest and give little mercy to the noble hearted.

[.SCORPIUS HYPERION MALFOY !]

Open my eyes, it was only just a dream.
So I travel back, down that road.

Scorpius looked down at his hands, long slender fingers not so different from his father’s now curled on the bed. Probably from the attack before he lost consciousness, another shudder ran down his body. He hated thinking about it, but it was also impossible to ignore thinking about. His thought wandered off slightly, back to his meeting with Raiden. It some form it was a bit like this. It was strange, talking again with someone that was or at least had been close to him, after such a hard separation. That meeting had gone better than Scorpius would have imagined, for once in his mind a lot of more fighting would have occurred and the resolution wouldn’t have turned so favorable. He allowed a small smile to spread on his face, before returning his full attention to his mother.

He didn’t want to miss anything that she had to say at the moment. Or ever if Scorpius could make sure of it and he would. He had in some form failed his father, allowing someone to hurt his father like that. It was stupid to blame himself for it and he shouldn’t. But he reminded himself everyday that if he had been there, then maybe he would have been able to help his father. It was something that would bother him until his father gained consciousness again and even after that. He was sleeping off, mentally snapping himself he stared at his mother. The whole Dumstrang incident had been embarrassing; it had taken Albus Potter to snap him back to reality. The letter or what was left of it was hidden somewhere in his room at the Potter’s house. It acted as a reminder to him of everything during that month and maybe be even before and after. That explained why he had been unable to throw it away even after his return to Hogwarts. He nodded at his mother, smiling slightly.

“I had the letter and everything; they were more than delighted to have me there.” He looked away for a moment, thinking about that day and Albus anger directed at him. “I was planning to stay with some relatives I visited with Nana Cissa, a branch of the Black family.” Thought they no longer used that surname, he was sure it had died off with Sirius Black. “I had a good time during my visits and they aren’t really concerned with our troubles over here.” That wasn’t to say they didn’t had pure-blood ideals, many old families did. But they just didn’t care much about what went in other countries, until it affected their own. He looked back at his hands, not sure what his mother’s reaction would be at that. Even if that hadn’t worked he would have gone to the states. “I guess I should mention that I visited the states and some of your relative during Christmas.” He had personally asked them not to inform her of his visit. He continued to avoid looking at his mother while she spoke. He instead turned to look at his father on the bed.

The idea of a tutor was more than tempting. It would allow him to visit his father more often. Of course harry Potter had insisted that he stayed behind an extra week before returning to Hogwarts like everyone else. They would also allow for him to visit during the weekends, after his work was completed. But even if it was tempting, he wasn’t sure if he was ready for it. It probably meant returning to his home, even if it was for a short period of time. Something he wasn’t ready to do just yet. “That would make these trips better than if I was on Hogwarts. But it isn’t a decision that I can make lightly without thought.” He tapped his fingers on his arm, looking shyly at his mother. “I also think is wise for me to speak with Harry first.” After having lived with the man for so long, it was just natural to call him by his first name. “He has been more than kind it me in the past year and it wouldn’t be fair to make such an important decision without consulting him first.”

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note: i don't know of it's better or worse than what I had. I just now it is done. *is dead*

[.ASTORIA HELENA MALFOY !]

Scorpius was having a rather difficult time getting everything out to her, at least she felt, he could probably be speaking in such a strong voice but in her mind she could feel something was different. There was a rift between mother and son that was something that was to painfully torn, her daughter was no longer even approachable. All she really shared was some form of genetic code at the moment, she would need to work at this again. Both of them were distant as could be in the small hospital room, feeling to Astoria that it was closing in by the moment. Although them both talking formed some sort of safety against the ever binding room they were currently both in. That was how life was anyway, a series of rooms that someone is always going to be in, even at your loneliest time there is always someone put into the room you felt that lonely feeling. What you did with the people and how you handled you time in each room was all in your own choices.

Hearing her son speak she continued to build up that protection and bond by listening, not surprised at all about the school’s letter. Any Greengrass was worth having at a school, something she had always prided her family name in, even if he was with the Malfoy name she was still listed as his mother. Hearing that the other side of Narcissa’s family was tolerable she allowed a dry laugh to escape her lips, “That sounds hard to believe, but whatever you say Scorp.” Finding it hard to be fully amused she did show some signs of her more motherly personality, not enough though she was to worried about her husband to really be focused on anything. At the mention on her other side of the family she stayed full of fright, she hadn’t talked much about them merely making a soft murmur of the new information. Not really talking much more about it and changing the conversation, knowing she would need to explain later which side of her family who would tutor him.

Suddenly stress started to topple on her for some reason of the idea of needing to coordinate anything else, making sure her son and daughter were safe were hard enough she had sort of over prepared herself. But the realization that Harry could very well encourage him to walk right into Hogwarts with the sort of state the society was in, “Sweetheart,” placing the back of her hand lightly on his cheek, allowing it to fall to his shoulder to get his attention, “I also want you to understand, he wouldn’t know what it was like for those during war time that were practically neutral.” Pausing for a brief moment she was trying to find the right words, “Or not even really interested in what was going on at the time with all your classmates and the death eaters.” Astoria at that moment realized how much she had revealed and ignored what she realized hoping he would find it wise to drop that part at least, “He wasn’t at school during that time the Carrows were there, sure he heard stories, I understand his wife was there, but they-” Breaking away from him for a moment, she held her head, feeling slightly lightheaded guessing that must have been just out feeling worked up.

Shaking her head for a moment before she propped herself up using the edge of the hospital bed, “They weren’t in the house that the Carrows had control of, everyone painted such a picture of glamour in that house, when in all truth,” closing her eyes for a moment to squint. She was feeling the pain of the migraine she felt as if she was floating, “wartime,” shaking it off and smiling in a more formal way as if no stumble had ever really indicated any issues. That was her pure-blood etiquette that allowed her to right away, “Slytherin isn’t the place for a someone like you, someone who.” Sighing for one moment, “Scorpius you are so good, that's no place for you." Flashing one smile before she suddenly stumbled into Scorpius, mumbling words of apology she stumbled forwards. For a moment the world went black as she then caught herself by stumbling into him. She held herself up weakly still looking rather disoriented.

[.SCORPIUS HYPERION MALFOY !]

I'M LOCKING THIS THREAD FOR THE MOMENT.