[ Scorpius has decided that he's had quite enough of being wet. Drenched really. Inside and out he discovers as he coughs up some lovely seawater upon staggering onto the beach. His school robes weigh a ton and threaten to tangle his legs up with every step. At the very least the seaweed he's covered in matches oh so nicely with the SLytherin green lining. House pride. Yeah. ]
Albus? If this is your idea of a joke it's not very-Oh.
[ Upon finally pushing his wet bangs out of his eyes he comes face to face with not his best friend but instead a surly looking man with a shotgun. A shotgun very close to his face. And he was quite certain it was a very dangerous thing as he'd read a few Muggle history books and guns were certainly not a Good Thing. Especially as his wand had recently been snapped and he hadn't yet gotten a chance to get a new one.
He eyes the weapon and nervously raises his hands. ]
Now, I sincerely apologize for trespassing on your lovely beach here, really quite scenic, not really sure how I GOT here but I promise I'll be leaving promptly if you'll just... lower your weapon.
[ The local does not, in fact, lower anything. ]
I'm really very sorry. And I've actually got to get back! To school. Somehow. You see I have detention I really need to be attending. Indefinitely. Really I don't know how it could possibly get any worse, I mean I'm sure it COULD, Positive really but I really don't want to test the imagination of the powers that be...
[ Help him. ]
2
[ Oh why are there so many people swarming him. He's really not used to all those. The few people with the hate-filled stares? Why yes! He has plenty of experience with that and is dutifully ignoring those looks like a pro. The people he concerned about are the ones pressuring him with pamphlets and booklets. He's got so many stuffed into his robes (because of course he can't refuse them he's far too polite) they probably equate to a small tree. ]
I really don't understand-look some of these are just wildly inaccurate! The proper name is Bunnyip. You've an extra yip in there, see? No just once... and they are definitely not found in arid areas. They like wet places like swamps. And this one?
[ He holds up the 'Alternatives to Human Flesh' pamphlet. ]
I'm really very certain I'm not the target demographic for this and I'm also certain there MUST be a vegan werewolf out there somewhere who's dying to get his claws on this...
[ He is now looking around desperately for a good escape route and is very seriously considering just making a run for it. AH a person! Someone! Who is not part of the crowd and is just walking by. Scorpius almost instinctively reaches out to grab their arm. ]
Yes! This is my very good friend whom I've been waiting for.
[ He turns and mouths 'I'm sorry' to the person he's assailed. ]
And we were going to do something. Something... important! Right now. Which is why I was waiting here. But I must thank you all for being so informative. Or trying to be.
Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy | Harry Potter and the Cursed Child
[ Scorpius has decided that he's had quite enough of being wet. Drenched really. Inside and out he discovers as he coughs up some lovely seawater upon staggering onto the beach. His school robes weigh a ton and threaten to tangle his legs up with every step. At the very least the seaweed he's covered in matches oh so nicely with the SLytherin green lining. House pride. Yeah. ]
Albus? If this is your idea of a joke it's not very-Oh.
[ Upon finally pushing his wet bangs out of his eyes he comes face to face with not his best friend but instead a surly looking man with a shotgun. A shotgun very close to his face. And he was quite certain it was a very dangerous thing as he'd read a few Muggle history books and guns were certainly not a Good Thing. Especially as his wand had recently been snapped and he hadn't yet gotten a chance to get a new one.
He eyes the weapon and nervously raises his hands. ]
Now, I sincerely apologize for trespassing on your lovely beach here, really quite scenic, not really sure how I GOT here but I promise I'll be leaving promptly if you'll just... lower your weapon.
[ The local does not, in fact, lower anything. ]
I'm really very sorry. And I've actually got to get back! To school. Somehow. You see I have detention I really need to be attending. Indefinitely. Really I don't know how it could possibly get any worse, I mean I'm sure it COULD, Positive really but I really don't want to test the imagination of the powers that be...
[ Help him. ]
2
[ Oh why are there so many people swarming him. He's really not used to all those. The few people with the hate-filled stares? Why yes! He has plenty of experience with that and is dutifully ignoring those looks like a pro. The people he concerned about are the ones pressuring him with pamphlets and booklets. He's got so many stuffed into his robes (because of course he can't refuse them he's far too polite) they probably equate to a small tree. ]
I really don't understand-look some of these are just wildly inaccurate! The proper name is Bunnyip. You've an extra yip in there, see? No just once... and they are definitely not found in arid areas. They like wet places like swamps. And this one?
[ He holds up the 'Alternatives to Human Flesh' pamphlet. ]
I'm really very certain I'm not the target demographic for this and I'm also certain there MUST be a vegan werewolf out there somewhere who's dying to get his claws on this...
[ He is now looking around desperately for a good escape route and is very seriously considering just making a run for it. AH a person! Someone! Who is not part of the crowd and is just walking by. Scorpius almost instinctively reaches out to grab their arm. ]
Yes! This is my very good friend whom I've been waiting for.
[ He turns and mouths 'I'm sorry' to the person he's assailed. ]
And we were going to do something. Something... important! Right now. Which is why I was waiting here. But I must thank you all for being so informative. Or trying to be.