malfoy manor [At first, Scorpius doesn't have any reason to believe anything is wrong. He fell asleep in his room at the manor, and that was where he woke up, and it seemed for all intents and appearances like any other summer day.
He and Albus had plans to meet in Diagon Alley that day, so he quickly cleaned up and got dressed, darting to his dad's study to pop his head in. He was usually there by this time of day.] Dad?
[...no, not there. The manor's big enough that he can't just shout that he's headed out at the door and be sure he's been heard... and he doesn't want his dad to discover him "missing" and freak out or anything.
He heads for the kitchen next. If all else fails, he can ask a house-elf to deliver the message.]
diagon alley [Okay. So. He's in the past again. And everything is terribly terribly wrong. In a way that's a lot more difficult to set right than simply... fixing his own and Albus' mistakes in messing with the past.
As though there'd been anything simple about that.
For all his quirkiness and spastic energy, Scorpius was practiced at keeping his horror with this exact sort of situation carefully contained. It helped, being a little older, and having done it before. It also helped that the wrongness wasn't yet so overt and violent as it had been in that timeline.
Probably they were just working up to it, though. Whether he went by the name or not, Tom Riddle was still bloody Voldemort, and there was the matter of the disappearances, and of course the restrictions.
Albus wasn't here, which was abjectly miserable and only made Scorpius want to go home where everything wasn't terrifying and horrible even more, but he went to Fortescue's as they'd planned anyway, pondering what to do over a large bowl of ice cream sundae.
There had to be an Order of the Phoenix... right? They would have been founded by now, maybe they were just... deeply underground. Maybe literally. Should he try to get to the space under the Whomping Willow to check? If he could get to Hogsmeade, he might have a shot at that...
He buried his face in his hands with a sigh, blinking back the tears that suddenly burned at his eyes.] This isn't fair...
m.i.a.v.i. un: scorpius.malfoy I heard there were other people that are from the future, like me. If you're from, let's say, 1998 or later, we should meet up to chat! :) Even better if you're from the 2020's. Please message me to set up a time and place that will work for us both, by m.i.a.v.i., owl, firecall, Phoenix, message in a bottle, or however you prefer. We could Order some food, feel free to include any preferences in your message.
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[At first, Scorpius doesn't have any reason to believe anything is wrong. He fell asleep in his room at the manor, and that was where he woke up, and it seemed for all intents and appearances like any other summer day.
He and Albus had plans to meet in Diagon Alley that day, so he quickly cleaned up and got dressed, darting to his dad's study to pop his head in. He was usually there by this time of day.] Dad?
[...no, not there. The manor's big enough that he can't just shout that he's headed out at the door and be sure he's been heard... and he doesn't want his dad to discover him "missing" and freak out or anything.
He heads for the kitchen next. If all else fails, he can ask a house-elf to deliver the message.]
diagon alley
[Okay. So. He's in the past again. And everything is terribly terribly wrong. In a way that's a lot more difficult to set right than simply... fixing his own and Albus' mistakes in messing with the past.
As though there'd been anything simple about that.
For all his quirkiness and spastic energy, Scorpius was practiced at keeping his horror with this exact sort of situation carefully contained. It helped, being a little older, and having done it before. It also helped that the wrongness wasn't yet so overt and violent as it had been in that timeline.
Probably they were just working up to it, though. Whether he went by the name or not, Tom Riddle was still bloody Voldemort, and there was the matter of the disappearances, and of course the restrictions.
Albus wasn't here, which was abjectly miserable and only made Scorpius want to go home where everything wasn't terrifying and horrible even more, but he went to Fortescue's as they'd planned anyway, pondering what to do over a large bowl of ice cream sundae.
There had to be an Order of the Phoenix... right? They would have been founded by now, maybe they were just... deeply underground. Maybe literally. Should he try to get to the space under the Whomping Willow to check? If he could get to Hogsmeade, he might have a shot at that...
He buried his face in his hands with a sigh, blinking back the tears that suddenly burned at his eyes.] This isn't fair...
m.i.a.v.i.
un: scorpius.malfoy
I heard there were other people that are from the future, like me. If you're from, let's say, 1998 or later, we should meet up to chat! :) Even better if you're from the 2020's. Please message me to set up a time and place that will work for us both, by m.i.a.v.i., owl, firecall, Phoenix, message in a bottle, or however you prefer. We could Order some food, feel free to include any preferences in your message.wildcard
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