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Scorpius was returning from a long, hard day of 'broom skating' on the pitch with Hoshi and Sam. His elbows felt really bruised up from the newly invented sport so he rubbed them as he began making his way back to the tower. His knees weren't doing too well either, standing on his broom as he tried to ride it and then falling on the hard ground didn't exactly keep them safe from being bruised.
He decided to stop by a random unused classroom just to rest for a bit before he had to climb all the stairs up to the tower and it wasn't until he sat down on the professor's desk that he realized this was the same classroom in which he and Beau had fought. From the looks of it, it didn't seem to have been touched, or cleaned, at all since then. Reflexively, Scorpius's hands curled into fists and he scowled to himself at the remembrance of that day. He knew now that perhaps he had been a little too rash and forward, but that was when he had liked Toni back then so he couldn't help his jealousy. He tried to relax and uncurled his fists because there was no need to get so angry right now so he instead ruffled his hair that was wet with melted snow. He didn't know what he'd do if he saw Beau again, but he knew he had to learn to control his temper.
He decided to stop by a random unused classroom just to rest for a bit before he had to climb all the stairs up to the tower and it wasn't until he sat down on the professor's desk that he realized this was the same classroom in which he and Beau had fought. From the looks of it, it didn't seem to have been touched, or cleaned, at all since then. Reflexively, Scorpius's hands curled into fists and he scowled to himself at the remembrance of that day. He knew now that perhaps he had been a little too rash and forward, but that was when he had liked Toni back then so he couldn't help his jealousy. He tried to relax and uncurled his fists because there was no need to get so angry right now so he instead ruffled his hair that was wet with melted snow. He didn't know what he'd do if he saw Beau again, but he knew he had to learn to control his temper.