Scorpius

[Roxanne Weasley]

I'm slightly concerned about sending this owl since I've been receiving owls for Louis, but whatever. What's the worst that could happen? Well gran could . . . never mind.


Dear lover,

Dominique's gone; Ricky is . . . off being Ricky, and I'm home alone pantsless.

Where are you?

I repeat, Dominique is gone.

Love,
Roxie

[Scorpius Malfoy]

I was expecting a love sonnet at the least when I read 'dear lover'.

That's very vague. Gone where and off where, and more importantly, how long for? Unless you mean gone for good, in which case let's get the champagne and celebrate

I'm at home. I could potentially be somewhere else though, if you wanted me to be?

Love Scorpius

[Roxanne Weasley]

Dear lover,

Sonnets aren't my thing.
I'd much rather save those for Shakespeare, which if you read his sonnets closely enough you'll see they're not quite as romantic as everyone imagines.

Off to wherever Dominique goes. I think she's with Rose and Chloe.

Well lets see, I've seem to have lost my trousers and my pants and instead of finding replacements, I'm owling you so . . .

Where do you think I want you to be? South America? Use that brain in that pretty little head of yours.

Love,
Roxie

[Scorpius Malfoy]

I'll take your word for it, love. I haven't read Shakespeare's sonnets at all. Or anything else by Shakespeare

You didn't answer the 'how long for?' question. It's an important factor in my calculation of whether I'm turned on enough to risk it...

Love Scorpius

[Roxanne Weasley]

Oh, while they're not my thing I could always make an exception.
Find one I highly enjoy and read it to you? Wouldn't you enjoy that?
Me + you + Shakespeare's Dark Lady. Or there's always the one about nature making a man a woman because she envied and feared his beauty, so she took his prick.
I'm getting off topic here, though and it's completely your fault.

Turned on enough? Is your libido not what it use to be? Am I losing my touch? I must ponder my sexiness now, alone. Sigh.
Alright, old man. I understand. I'm no longer sexy enough to get your libido going. I see.

I suppose this is the end of our torrid love affair.

Love,
Roxanne

[Scorpius Malfoy]

You do realise I have no idea what you're talking about, right?

Looks like you must be. Not like you to give up so soon. You still haven't told me how long you have the place to yourself either. Try harder.

Love Scorpius

((OOC - I'm sorry, he seems to have been playing 'how infuriating can I get before someone hits me' ever since I brought him back. D: ))

[Roxanne Weasley]

Do you ever? I swear, you and my brother act as if you've never opened a book.

Why should I try harder? You're being the plonker here, not me. Too bad. S'pose I'll just go take a warm bath and have some fun all on my own.

Bye.

[Scorpius Malfoy]

Hey, I've opened books! Just not Shakespeare. One day I'll find out what the fuss is all about. Maybe

Okay, okay, you win. I'm coming over. But if Dominique bursts in on us at any point, I'm blaming you.

[Roxanne Weasley]

Nope. Stay home. It's okay. I promise it is. Read some Shakespeare - learn a bit. 

I can handle myself.

Bye.