■make me choose challenge:Albus Potter or Scorpius Malfoy SCORPIUS CINNAMON ROLL MALFOY VS. THE SCORPION KING

“I discovered another Scorpius you know? Entitled, angry, mean – people were frightened of me. It feels like we were all tested and we all – failed.”

“But you changed things. You had a chance and you changed time back. Changed yourself back.”

“Only because I knew what I should be.”

part i. the dreaming cynic/part ii. the cynical dreamer

    Her idea. His money. End goal: an electricity-to-magic converter.
     The idea—amazing. Revolutionary.
     Actually collaborating together—terrible, bloody awful nightmare.
     No one outside of Scorpius and Bea’s friends understood what they were doing, although their reputations preceded their partnership. Bea Chang was Weird. She looked weird, smelled weird, talked weird (“for the last time, physics not psychics”)—because of her explosion-prone inventing, but the fact remained. Scorpius Malfoy was arguably weirder with his rainbow tartan blazers and blathering on economics, but his eccentricities were explained away by money—that is, he had so much money, he obviously had no idea how to exist around poorer folk, which was everyone except his paramour Anjali.
     Behind the scenes, the two were just trying to get the converter to work. And not kill each other. Scorpius was an over-managing financier, who huffed whenever anything went wrong and poked everything like he owned it. Bea was the classic prodigy: unyielding, indelicate, and kept unsustainable habits. On paper, their partnership was a terrible idea and in action, it was worse. Bea endured it. She would grit her teeth into powder to get what she wanted, because there was no other way. People like Scorpius—they didn’t have to do anything, ever. He dropped galleons like he breathed them, and galleons in enough quantity was as good as a wish-granting djinn. Could he blame her for being snippy?
     Her dreams were bigger than his. All he wanted was a shiny new toy for his family’s company, while she saw the plight of the Muggleborns, the half-bloods, the split families across Britain. She knew firsthand how swiftly the knife flew down these invisible boundaries when the Ministry threatened to Obliviate her Muggle dad for trying to use magical studies in his science research. She couldn’t blame Dad for leaving, as much as she wanted him to feel like she did. She missed him, mostly.
     How much better could her magical world be when it enveloped children into reliance, made reconciling their old lives impossible, and made family too fearful to question it?

[ficlets by hpedit-the next gen capersverse]

part i. the dreaming cynic/part ii. the cynical dreamer

    Scorpius was a dreamer first and an entrepreneur second. Don’t tell his father.
    Malfoy & Co. was the biggest British conglomerate of the new millennium, making its fortune absorbing businesses and homogenizing the market i.e. taking other people’s ideas and marketing it better. Wizards had been slow to adopt mass production of specialized wares, and Father had been the first to capitalize on manufacturing via duplication. Scorpius couldn’t reconcile that young pioneer with the rigid executive of today, but whenever he asked about the past, Mother would snap at him to be quiet. They didn’t talk about the war in this house.
    “Innovation isn’t always profitable. Internally, rarely, and you have to find the right moment,” his father said when he was in good enough mood to humor his son. “Put the same time and money into doing what we already do best and we’d make ten times the amount easy. Don’t underestimate the fear of change; let some upstart test the waters. Imagine what a blunder would do to our reputation, to our investors. You can’t untarnish a name.”
    Said the man who had done the very thing.
    Scorpius had wised up to his father’s roundaboutness long ago: it would never be the right moment. But he couldn’t wait. He’d seen the Muggles. They’d gone to the moon and beyond. They had ways to talk to anyone, anywhere in the world—sometimes, even the whole world at once—while wizards were still communicating through methods that left a mess on the Great Hall table. Wizards needed to look at the Muggles, he wanted to say, but he wouldn’t dare bring up such a topic after the last time he tried.
    Unfortunately, he didn’t know what Malfoy & Co. could actually do; he was shit at ideas. He liked the idea of ideas. One couldn’t fail at an idea when it hadn’t come to fruition yet. It was the wide-open possibility—the impossibility of them—of proving his father wrong. Impossible only meant it wasn’t yet possible.

    Sixth year, it became possible.

[ficlets by hpedit-the next gen capersverse]

Albus and Scorpius are trans/non-binary and best friends who often share clothes together. James fancies Scorpius but he’s yet to find the courage to approach them. | for @stargazing-enby‘s request. [Also part of the ‘trans character stories’ art series on ao3.]

½ students at Hogwarts - 1970’s
~ key characters of the Marauder Era ~

~ Hogwarts Houses ~

THE BATTLE OF HOGWARTS

SLYTHERIN AESTHETIC