annabella;; need for caffeine. more like company.

[lucius malfoy]

*brace me honey I need friction, if I slur my words correct my diction

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He stirred his coffee with the white plastic spoon. Feeling helpless, out of control, wasn't something Scorpius Malfoy was comfortable with, and that of course made the feeling a lot worse. Helpless and uncomfortable. Apathetic and itchy. Scorpius sighed and leaned his cheek on his one hand. It wasn't like him, slouching over a table like that. His hair was tidy, and he was well dressed and well shaved, well shaved enough to make one wonder if he was just a kid still, some nine year old boy with still a few years of innocence left. He was respectable as always, a role model for personal hygiene. But much was different about him, you could easily tell he hadn't been sleeping much lately.

He had been the one laughing maliciously when some poor students got matched up with each other, match making dot com medieval style. He still was the one saying "You know it's necessary" when someone was having a breakdown. He couldn't quite stand for his words anymore.
He did trust his parents, they wouldn't want just anyone to be a Malfoy. Scorpius had heard more than enough about the war, but anyone claiming that old society status was killed with The Dark Lord are either lying, or just very naive. Malfoy. He trusted them, but the more he thought about it, the more it worried him. He hadn't quite grasped it at first, but now he really understood what it meant. That there was no choice for him to make, and that when the decision's been made for him, there was no way of turning back. Scorpius had always been kind of disgusted by the whole idea of destiny, but he found himself convinced. There was no way to avoid it.

Then what was the problem? It was what he had wanted, a worthy woman by his side.
The point killing him was that he was helpless. Out of control. The least his parents could do was to let him know their plans for him.

Love had in Scorpius' eyes always been very overrated. His mother and father hadn't been in love when they got married, but they had learned to respect and appreciate each other. And he himself had never been in love, so he wouldn't say he cared about who he got. He did. At first he had shrugged, saying 'It's not like it's ruining my life', but by time, he figured out that it very well could. He knew that Draco and Astoria would prefer pretty grandchildren and a nice - nice might be the wrong word for that society, but you get the idea - daughter in law, but if he knew his parents right... Well Scorpius knew if it became a question of personality and looks versus blood status and wealth, neither one of them would doubt.

Why were they taking so long? He needed to know his destiny, the need was hurting him worse than procrastinating it would ease him. In one of those uncommon flashes of optimism he'd thought that maybe they'd spare their first-born. That they'd let his siblings mass produce pure blood instead. But that of course was way off, completely absurd. He wouldn't let himself think about it, but still he desperately hoped.

They had to let him know. They were ruining him. Scorpius Malfoy loved his father, but at the moment, he really felt like blowing his head off. It was six in the morning, and the Malfoy heir was sitting in a café, drinking his stupid coffee alone. It was times like that it felt like it would have been better to be a mudblood. Okay, that's pushing it, but Scorpius was sure he'd handle being one of those half-blood- people, when it meant being freed from that responsibility. Having to take over the society.

[annabella acardia bletchley]

the morning was bright and awake before she was. it wasn't often that annabella bletchley woke up before nine in the morning, but whenever she did, the blonde found herself with an extreme craving and desire for caffeine, more particularly coffee. slowly and quietly, annabella dressed in a pair of skinny jeans and a long, black sweater, leaving her naturally blonde, bouncy curls to hang down her shoulders. she was quiet, preferring not to wake any of her "sisters" in fear of them pulling her into a much unwanted early morning conversation. anna had always preferred to leave the sorority issues to hollie; she hated the job while hollie loved it. things really worked out better that way. hugging her sweater tighter around her slender frame, annabella wrinkled her nose and stepped out of the warmth and into the cold, winter air.

the walk seemed longer than it really was in the silence of the empty morning. the streets that had been full of drunken university students the night before was now completely empty and quiet; a sign that most people (at least the sane ones) didn't get up and walk into town at six in the morning. running a hand through her blonde tresses, annabella sighed in relief as she spotted the lights on inside of jitters cafe. folding her arms over the curve to her chest, the youngest bletchley quickly crossed the narrow road and entered the small shop, rubbing her upper arms in a poor attempt to produce heat.

it was a habit and a precaution of hers to check every corner of a room she entered. as she scanned the coffee shop, she saw just what she had expected. a whole lot of empty stools and benches. except for one. she was slightly surprised to see him at first, but didn't let it spread to her features. genuinely, the blonde smiled at him and stepped up to the ordering counter just as a blonde woman hurried to the register.considering annabella didn't usually openly smile at a lot of people, it was safe to say she held a certain amount of respect for scorpius, not to mention she enjoyed him as a person. despite all the talk about how the malfoy name was completely ruined ever since their choice to desert the"dark lord" (who annabella had decided wasn't all that great anyway. if he really was a lord, why did he end up dying?), annabella couldn't help but to find them, especially their eldest son, interesting. for starters, he was very attractive. his last name had a history that could be traced back to the start of the entire wizarding race. however, one wrong choice on his grandfather's part had risked everything they had built up with society. she felt at ease with him, despite it all.

nodding, annabella accepted her latte and flipped the woman enough galleons to keep them coming. anna had quite a few hours to burn before classes started anyway. balancing her drink in one hand and a few straws in the other, the blonde approached malfoy's table, a slight smirk playing her features. something about him looked tired. his eyes looked as if they needed less caffeine and more sleep. slowly sliding her cup down on the table, annabella took a seat across from him and crossed her arms, still fighting the cold air.

"you don't mind, do you?" she asked, dropping her straws into the hole in her cup's lid.

[lucius malfoy]

Scorpius had almost emptied his first cup of black coffee when Annabella entered the cafe. He'd recognized her immediately, one of the Delta Zeta presidents. He didn't know much more about her than her name, she wasn't the one to get carelessly drunk and slur out her whole life's story in a highly obnoxious and repulsive way, but still not that boring, incomplex nobody. She left this hole in him, but it was one of those pleasant holes, one of interest and curiosity, hope , rather than emptiness. She was different, and not in a covered up psycho way, as well, he himself was. She was different in the right way. Different as in every way else should be wrong. Genuine.

So even if he was quite tired, it wasn't that hard for him to repay her smile as he watched her order her coffee.
"No" Scorpius answered her simply. He was aware of that a welcoming smile together with an 'Of course not, Annabella' might have been called for, but except from her pretty name and pretty face, he had no idea of what it was about her that he found so intriguing, so he wasn't letting his guard down. Really, what was she doing up at six a.m.? No he wasn't that paranoid, but he had a hard time making sense of the world as it was, and his tiredness wasn't really making anything better.

He sunk the last couple of gulps, gave the barista a slight wave and then returned his attention to the girl on the other side of the table."Beautiful morning, don't you think?" He asked her sarcastically, glancing out through one of the windows. Winter was so depressing. As if he wasn't already bothered enough to fill a daily prophet issue or two with rants. Scorpius received his second coffee and leaned back against the bench. He was starting to feel some of the caffeine in his veins now, and was able to relax a little as some of the tension in his face and neck released. Oh the wonders coffee could do to a troubled mind.

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[annabella acardia bletchley]

she had been taking a risk by approaching scorpius and inviting herself to take a seat with him. for anyone else, the idea might have been terrifying. annabella, on the other hand, was curious. she knew scor from school and sometimes even from pureblood balls and gatherings, but oddly enough, had never taken the chance to get to know him. she almost regretted it as she looked back on all the times she had seen him do something that made her curious. unlike other purebloods, especially her family, annabella believed any name could be salvaged from the ashes of its mistakes if the new generation was willing to work hard enough. however, she got the impression that scorpius didn't have to work hard. anna had met all of his family and he was different. he was interesting, and the way he didn't wear his heart on his sleeve made her bubble with wonder. he kept her entertained and she didn't even know much about him. even now, after his dry greeting, the way he sarcastically commented on the weather made her smile inwardly. he was certainly amusing, and hardly approachable. perhaps that was why she was so eager to sit with him; because she knew no one else would have the courage to do so. luckily, annabella bletchley wasn't everyone else. she was one endangered species, that was for sure, and it looked as if she was having coffee with another.

as he commented on the cold, winter weather, annabella laughed lightly and brought her cup to her lips, taking a long drink of the steaming liquid. "it's lovely." she commented sarcastically, raising a brow while trying to hide the smirk that pulled at her features. ever since she was a child, she had loathed the snow. she hated the cold, and winter was nothing but the two weather conditions she hated. add rain and annabella was in her own person hell. once again, she rubbed her upper arms in a terrible attempt to produce heat. the shop was cold; not much of a difference from the outside itself. "i hate the winter," she continued, turning to gaze out the window while cupping her drink in both of her hands. even with her head turned, annabella could see his face in the corner of her eye. he looked tired, yet every bit as attractive. he looked bothered, stressed even. "-it's far too wet and cold. i prefer the fall. i think the leaves are beautiful." turning, she chuckled and brought her drink to her lips once again. at the rate she was going, the waitress was going to be making regular and frequent trips to their table.

"you're up early," she sighed, stirring the drink with one of her black straws. "i try and escape the sorority whenever i can." she continued, wrinkling her nose in disgust at the sound of her own house. annabella hated the delta zeta house; it was too perfect, too pink, too boring. she'd much rather be in alpha gamma sigma. the thought brought a smile to her face.

[lucius malfoy]

Scorpius felt the urge to be completely honest and say something like 'I like you Annabella', but reminded himself about that sharing weather preferences wasn't really a good enough reason to initiate a friendship. And he wasn't going to let her know that just by observing, she by far was hid favourite Delta Zeta girl. That would sound so much more stalkerish than it really was. He liked them overall, strong, worthy, pretty and intelligent woman was something he admired, but without really knowing any of them, they were all pretty cliché to him. Except from the one partaking harmful amounts of caffeine together with him him on a gloomy, cold January day. Before dawn.

He wondered if she would have been thinking about it, if he had been the one stealing the words from her tongue. He really was catching a liking for her, even though it was just by the way she expressed her dislike for the winter. It amused him, that this girl seemed to be so much like him. Mental note, talking about the weather isn't at all worthless.
"I don't" Scorpius replied to her last comment, "I don't really mind them". Well, their obsession about sex and alcohol did bother him slightly, he thought that it got quite out of proportion at times but... He'd learned to accept it, after understanding that that was their passion. It came in second to him, with his self-injury as first. "But none of them feels like coffee at six" he shrugged.

He'd prefer not commenting on why he was awake at that hour, he seemed to be the only one childish and egoistical enough to worry himself sick about the whole arranged-marriage deal. He should just let it be and take it as a man. "I'm ridiculous" he thought as he absently gazed out through the window, twirling a blond lock of hair between his fingers, one of those harmless habits of his. And he should cut down on feeling sorry for himself. No just really quit it. He disgusted himself.

He caught himself hoping that he didn't look as exhausted as he felt. But that of course wasn't the case. He felt like complimenting the girl in front of him, 'You're gorgeous', or something of that matter, but he didn't want her to think that he was hitting on her. He found himself caring about what she thought about him, it would mean something to be accepted, liked, by someone that mattered. Someone that didn't automatically love or appreciate him because of family relations or... goals. Sucking up. Ew. It meant something, that he couldn't imagine Annabella sucking up to anyone.
He didn't want her to think that he was just looking for some hook-up. So he didn't say anything. She knew it anyway, it wasn't like she was going to jump off of some cliff in any second because she thought that everyone saw her as ugly.