MALFOY MANOR

Lucius walks down to the living room and sits in a chair with his pimp cane.

Draco walks in and sees his father with his pimp cane. "Sup Daddy? Afternoon Father."

[Also I only have about 30mins now]

Lucius nods in greeting. "Draco. How's school been?" he asks dully.

"Alright. I haven't been there much. Been busy getting married and whatnot." Draco smirked because that's what Malfoys do.

"Ah yes. To that Parkinson girl? Nice girl. She was a Slytherin too, yes?" Much better than that Astoria bitch.

"Yes Father! I would never marry a non-Slytherin! The very thought!"

"Good. I see I've raised you well...Have you met that Faye girl?" he asks, sounding rather disgusted as he says her name.

Draco vomited pulled a face, "Yes I have. I can't even imagine what Scorpiassus is thinking. It's horrifying."

"A mudblood. And he brought her into the house. My house. He better learn soon. I won't stand for his behavior."

"Well then you had better talk to Mum about it. Because she was all too welcoming last time when you were gone. Aunt Bellatrix and I tried to stop her but she was being all nice and grandmotherly. I swear she'd let him get away with anything! Even skipping his vegetables!"

"Yes. She always was too friendly for her own good. She needs to get her head straight. I won't stand for my wife associating herself with the likes of people like Faye."

"Good for you father! I know that Pansy would never do something like that. She knows what's right. Although she won't make me sammiches..." Draco glared into the fire. He wanted a sammich dammit.

Lucius looked at his son in shock. "What? That...That is just wrong. Maybe I'll have Narcissa talk to her about that." Lucius sighed. His poor son. Sammichless.

"Thanks Dad. It's all I can ask. Well I have to dash now." Draco patted his father on the top of his shiny blond hair because he couldn't resist doing that... then walked out and off to the nearest subway to buy himself a sammich.

Lucius tries not to growl as Draco touches his head. No touchy! "Good day son." He gets up to go polish his pimp cane. One must always have a shiny pimp cane at all times...For-- pimping and whatnot.

[*hates his father and grandfather*]

[*hates her fake son*]

[*hates that disowned little blond kid who persists in hanging around*]

Scorpius quickly enters the manor, while trying to remain as quiet as possible to not gain the attention of his stupid, fucking family. He goes up to his room, and quickly packs his bags and belongings up into a few trunks. Using his wand, he shrinks the trunks and places them in his pocket. He doesn't bother leaving a note, for the disappearance of his items will be enough notice that he's gone for good.

Glancing around the room one last time, he thinks of all the memories he has had in there. From the time his grandmum took care of him when he had dragon pox, to all the bedtime stories his mum read him. He shakes his head, then quickly leaves the room and the manor for good.

[THANK GOD YOU'RE GONE! PHEW!

AND THERE WERE NEVER ANY BEDTIME STORIES... EXCEPT MAYBE FROM ASTORIA... BUT I DON'T THINK SHE WAS A MILF... HMMMMMM...]

Pansy goes to clean up Scorpius's room, which is unfortunately empty, so that doesn't take very long. She did however put clean sheets and whatnot on the bed and fluff his pillows and sit up the little stuffed animals that had fallen over. Leaving some cold pizza and cookies in there, because if he wants to come home he might get hungry in his room and she is a good mommy and will feed him, she leaves a big shining sign on his window that says "SCORP COME HOME".

[OMR Pansy... That just made my night to know that deep down someone cares about Scorpiass The Fucked Up Malfoy. Maybe he will return briefly before or after leaving the school. He does love those cookies]

[Family may fight, but your mommy will always love you.
Even when your mudblood girlfriend turns out to be just the sort of filth she always knew she would be.
Silly, son. I'm sorry you think of yourself as the effed up one, but with Astoria, well... let's not go there. I'm just sorry you got her genes. Truly I am.]

[DADDY! OH DADDDDDDDDDY!!! GUESS WHAT GRANDMUM SAID TO ME TODAY...SHE SAYS THAT THERE ARE TIMES WHEN SHE REGRETS HAVING KIDS. YEP, YEP SHE DID]