For Landon to get something he wanted from other people in hogwarts, it wasn’t that hard. His usual plot was to babble on about something people didn’t understand, and pretend like he was crazy, which wasn’t that hard, so when the painting to the Slytherin Common room asked him for the password, he bumbled on about needing to talk to Apollo.
“Please, p-please let me in. I, I took something of Apollo’s while I was sleepwalking and he hasn’t noticed and I don’t want him to hurt me or curse me or anything please let me-” As he spoke a mile a minute, the man in the portrait raised his hand and called out,
“Shut up already!” He put his hand on his face and let out an exasperated sigh before glaring at Landon. “I will let you in if you just shut your trap! It is 3 in the morning and everyone is trying to sleep!”
“Thank you thank you so much so much I swear I will be quiet-“
“You’re not shutting up!”
Landon instantly covered his mouth with his hands and scurried inside, the man in the painting obviously irritated, but Landon had snuck into the Slytherin common room before. He had stolen someones prefect badge ages ago, and knew how to turn his ravenclaw cloak green, even if he couldn’t tell personally. You’d think the portrait would recognize him by now.
Walking into the dorms, Landon took something of Yaxleys, his ties, and left a few cat treats in its place. “I can use these later…” Shoving the ties into his pocket, Landon continued into the 7th year dorms, and instantly saw Scorpius who was sleeping in his boxers. Landon took a moment, just watching him, envying the blonde boy’s athletic build.
“Scorpius,” Landon whispered, trying to wake him up whilst standing 10 feet away from him. He took two steps closer and repeated his words, but Scorpius didn’t wake. “Malfoy. Maaaalllfffoooyyyyyyy.” Landon leaned down and said it into his ears, but in a last moment decision, Landon stuck his finger into his mouth, slobbered on it, and shoved it into Scorpius’ ear.
Scorp wasn’t much for remembering his dreams. Usually when he woke up he was met with random half-things that didn’t make a terrible amount of sense. But he took comfort in knowing that was what the average person experienced. People who dreamed too vividly probably believed in horseshite like astral projection or that it was totally reasonable to eat a placenta. Whatever the case, he was currently enjoying an array of buzzing images back and forth, half-remembered songs, and detailed conversations with people he didn’t really care for. But one thing that needed to be absolutely straight: there was no way in hell anything about his sleeping soundly gave any indication that he wanted a fucking wet willie at 3 AM.
Of course, this wasn’t exactly what Scorpius got, was it? He got a finger in his ear. He got a rough jerk awake from his delirious dream experience, and the lovely image of Landon’s stupid face a little ways beyond his. And chances were his dormmates were going to get rudely awakened too, because Scorp wasn’t having any of that shit. So in an instant Scorp was up and delivering a brief, sort of sloppy, mostly furious uppercut to Landon’s jaw. Fuck, now his hand hurt. No matter. He yanked the other student in so they were nose to nose, eyes aflame with his general rageitude. “I will END you, if you don’t tell me why the bloody hell you thought this was a good idea.” he snarled in a stage whisper.
This was bad. He knew Landon was of a…Special variety. Maybe a hockey helmet special variety. But he had to know that going into a dorm full of sleeping boys with questionable morals was probably going to end up in him getting his face re-arranged. Of course Landon had never really seemed to understand or give a shit about anything. Why did he get the feeling this was a completely mundane reason for coming to call, too? Ugh, why did he have weird friends?
If Landon didn’t truly believe that Scorpius would kill him, he would have screamed and thrashed just like an autistic child who’s schedule was changed. With the impact of Scorpius’ hand on his jaw, Landon froze, not entirely sure what would happen. Will my jaw fall off? Am I going to die? Is he going to hex me into a purple people eater like that scary balloon? He kept his thoughts to himself as Scorpius pulled him in, nose to nose, Landon’s eyes staring into Scorpius’.
Landon was shaking to violently it was almost as if he was about to have a seizure. Unfortunately for Scorpius, terrifying Landon was not a good thing to do. The entire reason Landon broke into the Slytherin dorms to wake him up, he had completely forgotten. Unable to work under stress, Landon’s mind, his body, and just about everything else, froze. Except for the shaking, Landon was silent, still, and just starting into Scorpius’ eyes as if someone had cast immobulous on him.
“Ididn’tmeanandIdon’twithohmygoshdon’tkillmeipromisethiswonthappenIamsosorrypleasedon’tkillme-“
It was all he could get out of his mouth, and it didn’t make any sense, or answer Scorpius’ questions in the least. If anything, it probably gave Scorpius even more questions, leaving him without any answers. Landon was shaking so violently, his teeth were chattering as he held his hands up to his face, as if that would protect him.
Scorp’s brow dropped as Landon crumbled into a weird spastic little breakdown. Well what the fuck did he honestly expect. He ran into his room and startled the fuck out of him at three in the morning. What in the hell couldn’t possibly wait until the sun fucking well came up? He took the shaking youth up by his shirt and walked awkwardly out into the common room and set him down angrily.
“You had BETTER have a good reason for coming in this late. Jesus, Landon!” he folded his arms, glad that Landon hadn’t screamed like a bitch or anything. God, that would’ve been annoying. His shout probably woke up his roommates, but Landon probably would’ve woke the whole house. He was having a really hard time mustering up the sympathy for the shaking mass in front of him right then. Granted, he knew that something wasn’t quite right with Landon. But Scorp wasn’t about to let that slide as an excuse for doing stupid shit. He’d forgive him in a few days but right now he was just pissy.
Free peacocks for everyone.
i can’t say no to free peacocks, i guess. c:
Hah, like you were ever going to say no.
i might’ve, if james said he was gonna come. :c
Pffft, please. I’m sure James has better things to do.
Free peacocks for everyone.
yaaaaaaaaaaay party~
I have no idea. Don’t ask the grandparents.
Free peacocks for everyone.
i can’t say no to free peacocks, i guess. c:
Hah, like you were ever going to say no.
Free peacocks for everyone.
