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[15 Jul 2012|10:56pm] |
Scorpius was glad he had Caspar, because nothing else in his life seemed to be going right. Even if he had to keep his boyfriend a secret from everyone, that was okay. Caspar wasn't mad at him for reasons he didn't understand, like Albus, who was busy with his new boyfriend anyway, or mad at him because he was gay and doing what she'd been encouraging him to do, like Victoire. He was sweet and talented and Scorpius felt good when they were together.
When they weren't, he thought about how he was pretty sure Lucius Malfoy was his real father, and how terrible that made everything. It had been eating away at him. He kept hoping the photos and papers he'd found would disappear in the middle of the night, but every time he checked they were there, and there was only a week left of winter holidays. If he didn't ask now, he'd have to wait until the summer to confront his parents about it. Scorpius had thought about it a lot and it seemed best to talk to his mother alone. Hardest, but also... If she didn't want anyone else knowing he knew, he'd understand, and Scorpius wasn't sure if Rider and Charlie knew about the lie. Maybe even his father was being fooled.
He found his mother in a sitting room wrapping presents he assumed were for Cepheus, a couple of the less damning photographs in his pocket, and cleared his throat. "Mum? Can I talk to you about something... something kind of... something that's difficult to talk about?" Scorpius knew they didn't really have that kind of relationship, that she didn't really like him, but she couldn't actually say no, right?
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