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Night time in the castle led Ludovic to one of the random unoccupied rooms of the dungeon; a place to sit back and rethink the day. Ludovic was a fan of these sort of things. Sitting down, relaxing after a long day of classes or studying, or whatever else it was he was doing and going over the day. Thinking back to what he could have done differently or better. Rethinking how he felt about the people around him. Which he'd have to remove from his life, and which he would keep with him. Perhaps read a book. On this particular day, with nothing really having happened, he thought to his friends and social life. The sixth year boys of Slytherin house seemed to form a sort of pact. The gang of boys, some of which, perhaps even most of which, were purist and shared the stereotypical view of blood purity had been together since their first day of schooling and though they had their ups and downs, they always seemed to come back together. He smiled with thoughts of friends and the past six years that'd passed, while leaning back on the legs of his chair. Where exactly would the year, even the night take him?

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The door crept open, cutting Ludovic's thoughts as they grew, his eyes called to the stimulus. He smiled at who he saw, Ludovic being quite fond of the Malfoy. Both members of the same year and group of friends within the community of Slytherin boys, they'd come to know one another quite well, though not nearly as some others. They were by no means best of friends, but friends nonetheless, and a friendship Ludovic appreciated. The small sliver of Ludovic's soul that wasn't biased towards lineage clung to Scorpius, seeing his lack of prejudice as a strong characteristic which it would hope Ludovic would adopt as he grew. He'd often cast these thoughts to the back of his mind, constantly reminding himself that this was simply the way it was. Those of muggle ancestry were below him, regardless of if they could perform magic on an equal playing field as he could. So what would explain his seemingly uncanny attraction to blond boy standing before him? His embodiment of those qualities which placed all of his friends into his most noble house. Ludovic was not so taken with quidditch, but he often went out to support his friends, Scorpius included. He admired his skill and ambition, his spirit which constantly pulled him to form and ultimately victory. It was the true spirit of Slytherin, not the notion of blood purity, but the achievement of one's aspirations though cunning and longsuffering.

"Nothing really," he replied to the boy standing in the door, his lips curling up into a smirk. He thought it'd be weird to admit to the boy that he simply didn't want to be in the common room at the moment conversing with the others about the usual topics of how they should terrorize the mudbloods walking about the hallway. Don't get it wrong, he loved bullying mudbloods, but it wasn't all he wanted to do. He enjoyed talking about normal things and being normal friends. If there was anyone he could do that with, he was sure it was Scorpius. He could only hope that he would come into the room, close the door, take a seat, and indulge him in conversation. Who was he kidding? Ludovic had something of a crush on Scorpius. Ever since last year when he came to terms with his attraction for members of the same sex, he'd had eyes for him. He'd often go to games to simply gaze upon him, sit behind him in class so he could peek over to see the chiseled bones of his face and his hair, so blond, capturing and emitting rays of light akin to that of the sun. He saw him as an Adonis amongst men, something to be chased and conquered as were all those things which Ludovic was attracted to. It was in fact Scorpius who sparked his interest in men when he found himself staring at the boy for no apparent reason, his eyes wandering up and down his frame repeatedly. He wasn't quite sure if the feelings were reciprocated, or if even of knowledge to Scorpius. Parts of him wanted him to know, parts didn't.

"Come in, mate. Stay a while. I can't be stuffed up in the common room right now and I could use the company." Sly this one. Sure he'd like company, who wouldn't. But he really just wanted a reason to look at him. A physical attraction, the presence of reciprocation yet known to him, drove his moves. It was classic Ludovic to disguise his true wants behind falsities. The problem was that the Malfoy knew well of Ludovic's habits having grown up with him, and if he knew of Ludovic's affection (perhaps that's a poor word choice since, while he appreciated aspects of Scorpius' personality, his attraction was merely physical), he could easily deduce that his main interest was not company of the sort between friends, but between those who harbor more than friendship between them. Or was it a problem at all? Perhaps not. Perhaps he would want the same thing.

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So when Scorpius replied to his invitation to enter the room with him, he couldn't help but feel somewhat embarrassed. It wasn't that he was desperate. Please. Ludovic was plenty self-confident, bordering on cocky and knew very well he could have nearly anyone he wanted if he would will it so. So desperate was something of an overstatement, but it was true that he desired Scorpius' company. The other boy's playfulness in his statement piqued Ludovic's curiosity and filled his thoughts with the possible reciprocation of his attractions. Perhaps his choice to step out of the pureblood-mania that was most likely happening in the common room was a beneficial choice. He knew Scorpius to often step out of such conversations whenever it was brought up in their circle of friends. Perhaps the boy was responsible for the creation of the little whisper in Ludovic's ear telling him the whole blood purity thing was being blown out of proportion. Even if he was, Ludovic would never admit to such as it would give Scorpius something of a power over him. As to think of him so highly that he could influence his very way of thinking. No, that part of him must have been spurred by himself. No questions asked. "Yeah, I'm certain they're all devising some plot to bewitch the forks of the Huffies so it stabs their tongues instead of the food... or something sinister of that sort." he chuckled, picturing the spectacle in his mind. That was one prank Ludovic wouldn't find himself apart of, having respect for the other houses.

"I come here on occasion," he nodded, scratching his temple, recalling the nights he'd spent in this room studying. "When I can no longer bear to talk about politics and such. I find that we spend to much time on it." He would quickly divert the conversation from politics. It was becoming to much for him, honestly. He would instead talk about things normal carefree schoolboys talk about. Quidditch, the latest music, or reminisce on Scorpius' own birthday party. Perhaps make fun of the stuffy old folk they were forced to communicate with the very day after. He looked to Scorpius, taking note of his smirk, and then of his gander about the room. It was most curious, he thought, for a sixth year to still be fascinated with the place that they'd called home for so long. Especially the dungeons, where the snakes were given room to slither. Ludovic had encountered a newt in the room but two years ago, but it was of no distraction. He used the newt to practice his spells. Needless to say, the newt didn't get to see the daylight again. "I'm surprised you're not out playing quidditch." he smirked, knowing full well that it was night and that the conditions weren't right. "Even on a night such as this, I could see you flying about as it if were a night in the summer." Of course, he wouldn't have Scorpius out on the pitch, but in here, with him, so that hopefully he could get his thoughts of him made to reality and then cast from his mind. As he did with all the rest.

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