Post by BECCA on Jan 27, 2014 6:58:35 GMT -5
[presto]
eighteen
male
quidditch reserve
pureblood
heterosexual
boyd holbrook
scorpius hyperion malfoy
 I was born in January 2007. My parents named me Scorpius Hyperion, which probably tells you as much as you need or want to know about them, although you'll find quite a lot more, about my father and his family anyway, if you open a History of the Second Wizarding War. I don't think I really need to go into that - everyone knows about the Malfoys anyway, and to be honest, when you spend your entire childhood having it drilled into you that there are certain things you don't talk about, it doesn't come easily to tell people about them. There were a hell of a lot of things we didn't talk about in our house - in fact, silence was pretty normal. Anyway. Back to my story. I was the first child of Draco and Astoria Malfoy, first grandchild of Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy, and as such, heir to the Malfoy fortune (which wasn't quite as big as it had been before the war), so no pressure or anything. I was The Heir, that was what I was important for, and that was how I needed to behave – as the perfect pureblood son. Actually, as I grew up, I was pretty good at that, and so Dad was pleased, and that was it. Dad and I were never that close. My brother Damien came along almost exactly a year after me, and my sister Ella about eighteen months after that, so I don't have any clear memories of life before they were around. I vaguely remember Ella being born. I can remember being pleased it was a girl, I'm not sure why - most boys would rather have a brother than a sister, though maybe Damien was such a nightmare I just knew I didn't want another one of those. I had plenty of other kids around as well, because we grew up in the pureblood circles, so we were always having parties and gatherings with loads of other families there. I knew most of them quite well, though we obviously saw most of my cousins on my mum’s side, Chloe and Seb. Most of the time when I was younger, I remember it being me, Chloe, Seb, Dao and Ella, and we were all pretty close. I mean, we all fought a lot - at least, I wound all the others up and then watched them fight - but we had each other's backs, and I think we still would if we had to. When I wasn't messing around with the others, I was flying or reading (I used to browse my way through my grandfather's library - I learnt a lot from those books, not all stuff a kid should have known). I always needed time alone every now and again - if I was angry or upset, I didn't want to talk about it, I'd go off by myself to deal with it. That's how I learnt to hide it from people - the less you show, the less people know about you, and the less they can get at you. Like I say, I learnt pretty well how to act the part of the perfect pureblood heir, even though I think I knew deep down that at some point, I wasn't going to be able to live up to what they wanted of me. Back then, though, that only kept me trying harder, so I didn't disappoint them. By the time I went to Hogwarts, I'd become a cynical, sarcastic, cold little bastard who never let on that he had any feelings, let along what they were. I was sorted into Slytherin, big surprise. So was Sebb, and Chloe went into Gryffindor. No real surprises there either, at least not for me. I learnt quite a lot about various things in my first few years at Hogwarts, not all of them on the curriculum. I learnt a lot more about my family's history for one thing, but at that stage, I convinced myself it wasn't as bad as it seemed. Yes, okay, they'd supported Voldemort, but that wasn't necessarily bad in itself. They'd made bad choices, but not necessarily for bad reasons. I was proud of being a Pureblood - I still am. Nothing against Muggleborns, but I'm not going to be ashamed of what I am. I don't think the Dark Arts are necessarily as bad as people make out either. Things like that are only ever as bad as the people who use them - they've got their uses, so long as they're not abused. As for the rest, it was about power, and that doesn't have to be a bad thing. If I was offered power over all the people I didn't like, would I take it? Of course I would. And most of the people who would say 'no' to that question are liars. And yes, of course I know my history - I know that Lord Voldemort was an evil wizard who abused the Dark Arts in the worst ways, but back then I was a little kid finding excuses for my family, and I convinced myself that it didn't start out that way, that their intentions hadn't been that bad. I also started to learn about girls towards the end of second year. I didn't have crushes, or if I did I ignored them, because feelings make you vulnerable and I was determined not to be vulnerable. But I noticed the pretty ones, and I got my first kiss in third year (I wasn't quite the little slag that Seb was, though; he lost his virginity at the end of third year, which he seems quite proud of - I completely refuse to be embarrassed that he got there first though, because thirteen is a horrible age to have sex, and I bet it was shit). I also learnt, very early on, that the Weasley family as a whole were completely and terrifyingly insane, and left chaos wherever they went. I didn't like chaos, so I avoided them; my father didn't have to tell me to have nothing to do with the Weasleys, I swore it to myself of my own accord. Ironic how things turn out, really. I got onto the Quidditch team in second year, as a Chaser. I knew by then that I wanted to play professionally, though I never said anything, because I was convinced it would never happen and I didn't want to look like an idiot for hoping for something impossible. I’m still not sure it’ll happen, to be honest. I kind of feel like the more I say it, the less likely it is to come true. The next few years weren't that exciting. Damien and Ella both joined me at Hogwarts, and in Slytherin. I kissed a lot of girls, and eventually did more than kissing, though I never had a proper girlfriend. I didn't want one. Feelings made you weak, and they didn't tend to last anyway. I reckoned love was overrated and I didn't want it. I discovered alcohol, in a pretty big way, and got into parties and having a good time. Ever since I was young though, I'd had the tendency to swing between good moods and really, really bad ones – like the way I used to go off by myself when I was down or angry – but from about fourth year, the bad ones started lasting longer. When I'm in a bad mood, I don't want to talk to anyone. I just start thinking about all the shit stuff, and sometimes I think those are the times when I'm most honest with myself - when I can admit that things are screwed up, and my family's a mess, and I'm a useless bastard, and things are never really going to change. There are only a very few people who can pull me out again when I get thinking like that. I used to go off and fly myself out of it; when that stopped working, I started drinking myself out of it, because when you're drunk, you can't think. I got to the point that I needed a drink before I could sleep at night, even when I wasn't in a bad mood. I still drink a lot, but not as much - I don't have one every night any more, and I can still sleep without one. It took me a while to realise I was probably having a bit too much though. For quite a long time, I just drank every day, because at least that way I could fall asleep without starting to think. Fifth year was when it all happened. You know what? I don't even really want to talk about fifth year. It was the worst year of my life, and the best year, and that's not me being overdramatic. Everything I'd tried so hard to hold together fell apart, I realised I could never be the person my father wanted me to be, and I didn't want to be either. Ella got diagnosed with an eating disorder and carted off to a clinic somewhere, and Damien basically went off on his own path and decided he couldn't be bothered with any of us any more, little twat (and yes, I know he was just having trouble dealing, but you know what? So was I). Oh, and I also went and fell head first for Roxanne Weasley, which is why it was also the best year of my life. Yeah, a Weasley, I know. You can finish laughing now, and we'll move on. Anyway, Roxie and I were together from about Easter of fifth year, and we’re still doing okay (there was a rocky patch, but we got through that). I got Quidditch Captain in sixth year, and Ella came back from the clinic, and then I decided I couldn't take living at the Manor any more, and moved out when I turned seventeen. I wasn't running away - I was completely upfront about it, and I went to live with Teddy, who is actually family, so there was no reason for them to make such a fuss about it. Dao and I kind of patched things up, though he's still a little twat, and things looked okay for a while. Then everything went wrong again, I’m not even sure how. Ella decided she was going to hate me for moving out, even though I’d talked to her about it beforehand, and Dad had a go at me, and I ended up getting properly drunk by myself, for the first time in ages. I can’t remember much about it, to be honest, but drunk me must have decided that going for a fly was a good decision, because that’s what I did, and of course I crashed my broom. Personally I don’t think it was such a big deal as they all made out. I mean, I survived and everything. Apparently there was a lot of blood though, and it was Damien who found me, so being a wuss, he freaked out and I ended up in St Mungo’s. I suppose the silver lining is that Ella and I are okay again now, and Dad and I are even tentatively talking to each other. That was last year, and there’s not much to tell since then. I went back to school and got through seventh year. My NEWTs went okay, nothing brilliant, about what I expected. Everything stayed good with me and Rox. Well, we have the odd disagreement (her choice of flatmates, for example), but nothing major. And now here we are, out of school and working out what to do next. I’m still living with Teddy – the summer I moved out, he got me a job at Ollivander’s, behind the till, and I still do the odd hours there, but I’ve also ended up on the reserve team for Puddlemere United, so we’ll see where that goes. The downside is that Roxie’s brother is on the team too, and Dominique Weasley is also one of their reserves - she’s one of the least sane members of Roxie’s family. She also hates me. I’m not her biggest fan either, but Roxie’s made me promise to be nice, and to be honest, I think me being polite makes Dominique even angrier, which is amusing, so it could be worse. I’m sort of working up to asking Roxie if she wants to get a place together some time, but I haven’t quite got that far yet. I’m not sure she’d be ready, so I’m holding off for now. I try and see as much as I can of Ella – I know she gets down with me and Damien off doing our own things, and I’m always a bit worried she’s going to stop eating again. I can’t say anything about it though, because I’m pretty sure that having me nagging at her wouldn’t help with anything. Other than that, though, things are looking suspiciously good right now. I’m just waiting for the next disaster to happen. becca 25 gmt |
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