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[03 Dec 2012|11:19pm] |
Scorpius had spent the summer away. It seemed like the smartest thing to do, because going slowly crazy from unrequited love while his best friend snogged the boyfriend he was too fucking adorable with was not good for his health or stress levels. So he'd gone to Europe as soon as he finished writing his A-levels. Spain at first, and then France, and then he'd ended up in New York for two months because some photographer had started hitting on him while he was in Cannes and it seemed stupid to turn away the attention and now he kind of had a job and an agent.
Scorpius wasn't looking forward to telling his parents he was maybe not going to go to university at all, but he'd missed London and his agency had a London office and he'd just broken up with his stupid boyfriend who'd been pretty but now... anything else, so going home seemed good. Seeing his brother and his friends and his family seemed good. Now, walking down the street with Cepheus feeling half-dead from the time difference and on his way to meet Albus and Kit, New York was looking pretty good. "I'm going to pass out," Scorpius said, pushing his sunglasses up his nose. "The circles under my eyes are about a mile wide."
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