Let's build a Pillow Fort!!!

[starkxravingxmad]

Childhood. Sweet memories of days gone by, when the snow was magic and the summer lasted for forever. A spare aftrnoon didn't need much in the way of entertainment-- just a few pillows and blankets, an open room, and plenty of imagination were all you needed to make...

A Pillow Fort

The Deets:

-Post your characters-- you've just made your very own pillow fort! It can be as simple or as elaborate as you want. Your reasons are yours.

-Tag around-- visit other forts! They're more fun when you have a friend with you!

-Let people know what you're looking for. Is it a slumber party we're looking at, or a secret hide out where only the cool kids are allowed? What about the grown-ups, do you wanna surprise your loved one with a quirky picnic, or do you want an excuse to just chill?

-Most importantly-- Have fun!

Comments

[indicatives]

[ albus slouches slightly, and decides to clumsily occupy himself with another packaged chocolate, fiddling with it rather distractedly - anything to stop the flush of his cheeks no thanks to the way scorpius is still looking at him. ]

There's just something I don't get. [ he's still tugging at the package, a huff of frustration leaving his lips, green eyes focused intently on the stupid chocolate box. ] Why does your dad have such a problem with us being friends? It's...not like you want to date Lily. And I'd have to take you to the hospital wing if you wanted to date James, so I don't g— [ oh. ] Oh.

[latinforscorpion]

Oh?

[ Scor was just going to wait for the other to answer him. It was easier to let the boy ramble on then stop him. It was something he'd learned early on in there friendship.]

[indicatives]

[ well, again, al wasn't sure he understood completely - but he couldn't be that wrong, could he? because...scorpius malfoy? generally the object of affection of most of the underclassman girls and a surprising number of boys in their year as well. scorpius malfoy, tall blonde and handsome, potential male model if all careers after hogwarts disappear, pride of the slytherin house..had feelings for him? that seemed off. maybe scor was joking?

no - he wouldn't joke about not being able to stay friends, then. surprisingly, al is quiet, and generally when he's nervous or anxious he's toying with things, like he had with the chocolate wrapper earlier. but his hands are still as he processes this information. it seems like too much. ] Are you...are you sure? [ he gestures to himself in genuine surprise. not the smoothest potter, admittedly. ]

[latinforscorpion]

Albus... [ It's true. Scorpius could have any number of people in most of the houses. And hell, he'd dated quite a few of them. But were so few of them that saw him like Albus did. Really, perhaps this reaction wasn't the best in hide sight but it was almost like Albus was asking for it to happen. The blond simply leant over, his thin slender fingers brushing over the others jawline before Scorious Malfoy leaned over and pressed his lips against Albus Potter. He could almost hear his father yelling at him in his head.

But Albus lips tasted like chocolate. Which, was the strange thing to note for their first kiss but still, there it was. While it might have seemed like a very, very long kiss. It was properly merely moments before Scor pulled away from the other and sat back, giving the other more than enough space.]

Really sure.

[indicatives]

[ oh. well. that certainly made things clearer. after a moment of heavy silence (and once he'd managed to calm down internally an get his cheeks to drop a few shades of crimson), albus realized just what happened, reaching out to shove scor's shoulder. not very hard, though. ] What the hell! Okay, admittedly my amazing fort and firefly charm made the ambiance perfectly romantic but that is not fair. You can't kiss me after telling me you're not allowed to see me! That's common courtesy! I'm really mad at you.

[ really, really mad, of course, it's obvious with the way his fingers are curling into the collar of scor's shirt, tugging him closer. utterly fuming.

al can barely hide the way the corners of his lips quirk upwards. ] Asshole.