Homeless and he's utterly convinced he's not going anywhere.

[aspittingimage]

…um. Hello there. Mun? Sure, I guess.

Okay, look. I've tried reasoning with you. I've tried bargaining with you (which, by the way, I still think is a fair trade. You can place my dad somewhere and leave me out of it!) However, I'm not going to resort to begging no matter what Scorpius says.

I had a whole speech drafted for you about why it's a bad idea to try to play me anywhere including the fact that technically speaking I hardly count as "canon" (an epilogue, canon history does not make!), but let's just lay out the bottom line here.

No. No, no, absolutely not, no. If you're really that interested in giving me something to do go back to writing fanfiction.

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[his_nemesis]

Scorpius? [Have a confused Harry, who has no idea what the future might hold, as of yet.] Who would have such a name?

[aspittingimage]

[...oh. Well this isn't particularly scarring or awkward at all. Then again stranger things have happened in the life of Al-Sev and so the blatant, open staring is only for a few brief seconds before he's quickly thinking of what to say.]

His family has a bit of a tradition behind their names. Mostly stars and constellations, really. I don't think he likes it very much, but I wouldn't be too happy with the name "Scorpius Hyperion" either. [Then again he's named after two dead headmasters. What the hell does he know.]

[his_nemesis]

Is he related to the Black family by any chance? They all use the names of stars, except for Narcissa Malfoy, who is a plant. [He knew that much. Sirius had told him all about his cursed family.]

It is a ridiculous name, I agree with you there.

[aspittingimage]

[Maybe...maybe easing him slowly into this is a good way to go about it.] Yes. Actually Narcissa's his grandmother. [Albus that is not easing someone into a conversation. That's more throwing someone in front of the Hogwarts Express.]

[latinforscorpion]

[ Did you just put begging and Scorpius in the same sentence and not expect him to turn up with his eyebrows raised and a shit eating grin on his face. OH SO MANY THINGS he could say.]

Bottom line, huh?

[aspittingimage]

[The Scor in his mun's head is just about as mischievous as this one, it seems. Still, Albus just gives the boy a flat look. No. No, we are not in the mood for your shenanig--

--…well, okay. It's still Scor. Scor will be Scor and he just settles for frowning slightly.]

Yes, bottom line. Where would I even go?

[latinforscorpion]

[ He's not even going to notice that flat look or that frown. Because, really, it's not even something that's ever stopped him.]

I don't know mate. Out? There is a big bad world out there.

[aspittingimage]

[A shrug.] Yes I know. You often drag me out into it. [Not that he minds...]

I think she just enjoys throwing me into awkward situations. Memes and the like. That doesn't really count as the big bad world, now does it?

[latinforscorpion]

I'm sorry. Is'nt it normally me pulling your ass out of the fire? [ Or drunken text message. Or sext or saving your life.]

I guess not but I'm sure there is a place for you out there? If you really want to find a place to fit you in. Horror games. Sex games. Horrifying sex games.

[aspittingimage]

I have no idea what you're talking about. [Guilty as charged.]

...no. No, I am not going to a horrifying sex game, are you joking? I wouldn't survive there!

[latinforscorpion]

Sure you don't.

I was in a zombie place for a while. So I'll think you'll be fine with horrifying sex games.

[aspittingimage]

...zombie place. Zombie place? What was the zombie place like?