For most, the first day back at Hogwarts was a time to see old friends and share stories of the summer. They crowded into train compartments and showed off moving images and smiled brightly as they spoke of their families and their adventures and traded candies.
For some, they shuffled in with relief easing the tension that their bodies had held since theyād left left the school - their home, their safety. Because war or no war, some kids simply werenāt safe when they left for the summer. They had to make it from one day to the next, until the train showed up again to take them back.
For a handful, the first day was met with the wide eyes of innocent children being swept off their feet by the magic of it all. Nervously twisting hands as an old hat fell over their eyes and sang a tune the rest of the school were passed well acquainted with. The applause as houses filled the roles they had lost with the last graduating class.
For others, the wonderment on their faces had nothing to do with friends, or feasts, or sorting ceremonies - it had to do with the secretly appearing invitations in golden script that was there one moment, and gone the next. For them, the first day back wouldnāt really begin until the sun went down. And the rumors whispered between specific few said this time was bound to be a real blast.
It was, after all, The Founders last first day.
There was very little that made Scorpius feel alive, but with the bass pounding through his veins, one arm around a certain redheads neck, and a joint between his lips. Well. That was his utopia.
He wasnāt sure where Weasley #2 was, but she couldnāt be far. There were watchful eyes in the shadows making sure he didnāt drag their darling Louis too far into trouble. Scorpius smirked to himself and dipped his mouth into the curve of Louisā shoulder. His sweater had fallen just enough that there was bare skin there. Perfection.
The Shack was already packed, smoke in the air, people dancing. He thought maybe he recognized a few people by their hair, maybe Kinsā curls, wasnāt sure. There were fresh faces though, which made Scorpius smile against Louisā skin. Fresh meat.
He pulled away from his boyfriend and dropped his hand to Louisā instead, twining their fingers together as he pushed his way through the growing crowd, headed for the front door. The music was loud, someone was cheering, were those shots on fire? Didnāt matter.
He walked until they were outside, round back of the Shack. The air was crisp and cool, their position fairly hidden. One of Victorieās many ideas was to allow a place where people could get some air if it got to be too much for everyone inside. Luckily for Scorpius, it also doubled as a good place to press Louis up against the wall for a few slow, sweet, Moondew laced kisses.
āTeds should be bringing the good stuff tonight,ā Scorpius mentioned, sliding his fingers along the fallen sleeve of Louisā sweater. āUntil thenā¦?ā