one less dagger to sharpen (scottie)

[SAMUEL LEONHARD VECTOR]

Early April 2029

It was not an uncommon sight to find Sammy Vector passing into the Slytherin common room. Despite residing on the other side of the castle, Sammy often found himself in the dungeons much to his chagrin. Both Theo and Scottie had separately updated Sammy on the password to the common room and subsequent dorms, and Sammy had dutifully done the same with the pair of them. However, he often found himself overruled by the fact that both Theo and Scottie were in Slytherin, and he was the only Gryffindor. He'd tried to reason with them - surely all the damp from living beneath the lake wasn't good for their lungs? Surely a bit of natural light would cure Theo's rather peaky complexion? Alas, his observations fell upon deaf ears, and sure enough, Sammy slunk into the common room and made a beeline for the dormitories, doing his best to not be seen (for once).

Once Sammy made his way into the silent corridor, he relaxed somewhat. He'd tracked down Theo earlier who had informed him that Scottie was still getting his beauty sleep - at one in the afternoon on a Sunday? Sammy was shocked his brother wasn't out on a broom, showing off for all the girls who swooned over him. But no matter - Scottie surely wouldn't miss an opportunity like the one Sammy was about to present.

The door creaked as Sammy opened it, not making any effort to keep quiet. "Oi," he greeted, flicking his wand over at his brother's bed and turning the pillow into a flock of canaries. They tweeted, fluttering around Scottie's head as Sammy watched on with a smirk. "I've had an idea."

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[octavian scott vector]

Somedays Scottie could sleep to a point of hibernation. This would always bother his mother, questioning him if he were depressed. In reality, Scottie loved to sleep and it was hard work being so good looking. The times he could really relax, he rotted to his full capability. Other times, most days, he was a fidgety mess that wasn't sure what to do with all of the energy other than working it out on the pitch. He was learning how to embrace the lazy days. Sammy obviously didn’t like it because it meant he skipped breakfast and other reasons. But today was Sunday and he had no classes or practice to report to.

Scottie’s face was smushed in his pillow, blankets cocooned around his face where a pool of drool formed on his pillow. It was peaceful, too quiet, until a familiar 'Oi' tore through the silent dormitory, he knew it was his brother and shit was about to ensue.

As he rolled over to tug the blankets tighterer, his pillow disappeared and a small flock of canaries fluttered around his head, tweeting annoyingly. Scottie groaned loudly, swatting at the birds lazily with closed eyes. "What is it now?” he asked,  rubbing his eyes with a hint of irritation.

SAMUEL LEONHARD VECTOR

[SAMUEL LEONHARD VECTOR]

Sammy had always been an early riser, ever since he was a child. It was one of the sure ways to tell him and Scottie apart - the one who was awake with the sun was Sammy. Luckily, Sammy was kept well up to date on the Slytherin password so he could bother Scottie at any time of day. Though even now, it was the early afternoon and Sammy thought that Scottie really ought to be showing off on that broom of his by now. Or otherwise writing ballads about girls in the library, which the librarian really did not appreciate. Sammy kicked open the 5th year boys door and announced himself by transfiguring his brothers pillow into a flock of canaries.

Sammy crossed his arms, appraising Scottie with a satisfied smirk. "No. You get up and out of bed. Mummy's sent you the new guitar strings and they came to me since you were still sleeping. No strings until you listen," said Sammy sanctimoniously. "And no listening until you're actually awake." Sammy crossed the room, flopping onto Scottie's bed. His long legs and arms dangled over both sides, and he looked around the dorm with a frown. "Does Theo ever clean up after himself?" asked Sammy, eyeing the rumpled bedsheets. There was a mysterious odour coming from a third bed, but Sammy thought better than to ask.

"Some girl asked me for help with potions in the library last night," Sammy added after a long moment that consisted of grunts and groans from Scottie. "How am I supposed to be helpful in classwork? That's not my job here," he added as an after thought. Probably she thought that Sammy was Scottie - they got confused all the time. She didn't even check for knees.

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Sammy refused to share his big bright idea until Scottie got out of bed, enticing him with guitar strings his mum sent him. "You opened my mail. Thats a crime." he grumbled into his drool stained pillow tiredly. "Okay, Boss. I'm getting up." Scottie finally agreed. The strings would be a reward for prying himself out of bed. He was in dire need of a new high E string for weeks. Magically fixing strings never worked properly. The tone was always off somehow and it bugged him. He chuckled at the comment about Theo and shrugged. Scottie met his match when it came to messiest side of the dorm only Theo was much more repulsive, never owning up to the crunchy socks.

"This better be good." he ripped off his comforter and stretched aggressively toward the sky, rolling his shoulders. Scottie pushed himself off of the bed, bare feet touching the cold stone floor as Sammy shared that a girl asked him for help in potions while he was in the library. Sammy didn't seem too excited about it. Ruffling his hair lazily he shrugged. "Well, that was your first mistake. When you work in the library people think you're intelligent. Did she really need help or did she 'need help' and like add a wink at the end or anything?" he asked in dead seriousness but his intentions were pure. Scottie stepped over to the sink and stared at himself in the mirror, admiring himself for a moment too long as he ruffled his hair.

SAMUEL LEONHARD VECTOR