Worst Case Scenario? Think Again || Scorp & Camila

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[attr="class","cbodyteddy"]Spring 2025

Scorpius shouldn’t have let his friends convince him walking into a club three hours before midnight was a good idea. Sure, he knew it from the start, but did nothing to voice these thoughts, thinking to himself they just might leave him alone if he were to ‘please’ them for a few hours. The thing is: he’d been working like a prisoner for the past week, making it up for taking a five days leave of absence from training, since his grandmother had suddenly gone ill. Could he have gone home regardless? Sure. However, he’d be hearing their whining for days and the Malfoy had better things to do than teach adulthood to his mates.

So there they were. One of his friends had gone dancing, while three others kept him company close to a bar. He wasn’t a fan of drinking; truth be told, alcohol did odd things to his stomach and he knew the substances effects both on a short and long term. Losing efficiency during his training could cost his career and… he wouldn’t risk it. Not when too much was at stake, not when he intended on keeping his grades up to perfection. It did mean he was in a crappy mood and couldn’t be bothered even when a girl about his age flirted with him - hereby meaning ‘almost threw himself on him and offered to pay for more than a drink. He did not know what would possess a person to act this way so early, or at all, and wasn’t interested in finding out.

Instead, he took to drinking some butterbeer and watching his friends leave him alone, one after the other. Perhaps they’d figure with his rudeness that it was best not to push his buttons. “You said it.” He couldn’t help but smirk, as a friend complained he was too much of a (word needs to be censored) for the club. Raised his glass as if cheerfully greeting him, even more so when the guy finally left. Now he was truly by himself and- of course less than thirty minutes later someone would take a sit right next to where he was seated, in the bar, and of course there’d be loud, annoying music hurting his ears. He didn’t care if they weren’t half-bad, right now he needed something to lash out on…. to do so with music was harmless, understandable and surely wouldn’t attract a worse reputation.

So he did turn to the woman next to him - barely raising eyes enough to see her, only acknowledging her presence - and, with a scoff, got right on saying. “Why do they play this trash around here? It’s not like we understand it.” As in, a Spanish ballad, much too hurtful to his ears in Scorpius current mood. “I don’t suppose they’ll change it if we ask, isn’t it so? Sure would help my ears.” Raised once more his glass to the lady’s direction, as if greeting her or so. Worst case scenario: she was a fangirl of whoever was singing, and would try to spell the life out of him.

Then again, did she have fans? Go figure.

[attr="class","cnotesteddy"]522 words ● camila calderón ● outfit - this but dark blue, not orange ● this is gonna be fun!

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[camila calderón]

Why her team had decided to take her to the club to celebrate her having completed her album was beyond Camila's comprehension. She didn't drink; she didn't even like alcohol, really. But they had booked bottle service for their group, complete with Champagne, without her having had much say in it. She wasn't a party girl, but it was sort of her party, she supposed.

The music in the nightclub was loud, and it wasn't exactly the place that she would have found herself if she weren't a celebrity. She would have been perfectly fine with going to that ice cream parlor in Diagon Alley again, but no. She couldn't hear herself think and was surrounded mostly by people older than she was—not a surprise, when having dropped out of school made that the norm rather than the exception to the rule.

Camila excused herself from the table to go up to the bar, hoping that she could order one of the sodas that they kept as a mixer instead of something with alcohol in it. She sat down close to the bar when she realized that she wasn't getting noticed—right as her own song began to play. From what she understood, the nightclub had both magical and non-magical patrons, which made it even more amusing that it was her music that was playing. Could most of the people in there understand it? Probably not, she guessed.

She had barely acknowledged the young man seated next to her until he spoke. "Why do they play this trash around here? It’s not like we understand it," he commented, at which she raised an eyebrow. He mentioned something about asking to change it, too, which was just her luck. How did she always seem to run into guys who hated her music? This time, at least, it was more obvious who she was; she had been hesitant to attempt to go back out under the influence of Polyjuice Potion as Julieta since she had been recognized by a fan as her appearance began to return to normal.

"That is my song," Camila explained awkwardly, her Argentine accent heavy enough that it was obvious that English was not her first language. She tried to stay polite about it, however; she didn't want a fight—just a soda.

scorpius hyperion malfoy

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[attr="class","cbodyteddy"]Spring 2025

Though Scorpius had spent much of his childhood having fun - as most other kids -, music wasn’t something he’d grown intimate with. Except for his parents' taste, he hardly went out of his way to listen to songs or learn more about instruments. Should anybody ask simple questions about rhythm and melody, they’d catch him completely off guard. It wasn’t something he ever felt the need to learn about, and though it was pleasing to the ears, it was also time-consuming and demanded a lot more attention than the young man was willing to give.

It’s why he’d never bothered with pop music, either.

When Camila Calderón - he wouldn’t have known her name if they hadn’t announced it even louder than the song - casually mentioned the music was hers (meaning, she was Camila), Scorpius initial reaction was… nothing. Not even a flinch. He knew nothing of her, including her influence, and specifically, had no idea if she had any power to turn people against him; because, in life, the Malfoy constantly worried about wizards wanting to do so. Then he slowly breathed through his mouth, exhaling whatever air had gotten stuck inside and made his belly ‘puff’. The heartbeat that had gone up and down too fast eased itself, to the point he was normal. It was a sudden scare, but he could play it cool; odds were, she was either nothing, or beginning to be someone, and both options weren’t threatening.

It did wake him up to the fact he was being an asshole. “I’m sorry.” His words were announced with clarity, even under the loud music; it still caused a minor headache, he supposed, for matters of volume. The most simple, straight option. Even then, he saw no need to explain his reasons; that he’d grown tired after miserable days at work, or how much his friends had been a pain the ass to get him inside the club in the first place. Not only because it wouldn’t change anything and not take away his words, but he saw no reason to.

“If it helps, I’m an asshole.” Was there any alcohol inside the butterbeer? Most certainly not, as he wasn’t high, and yet the words did escape right through his lips. Scorpius watched as the barman got closer, left hand dropping to his pocket. “Let me pay then, as an apology.” He didn’t need to worry about money, she probably didn’t either - it was a symbolic gesture and he hoped she could live with that. 

[attr="class","cnotesteddy"]418 words ● camila calderón ● outfit - this but dark blue, not orange ●

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[camila calderón]

Of course she had to find herself in another situation like this. Why, she thought, hadn't she just pulled the celebrity card? She was too much of a good person and to accustomed to a regular life for that, when she could have saved herself the hassle and requested it from the table. A number of expletives filled her head. Couldn't she just turn back the clock by few minutes and decide not to go to the bar like a normal person?

That was her punishment for thinking that she could ever have normalcy again, she supposed. It didn't really hurt her that the guy didn't like her music; to each their own. That he didn't seem willing to even give it a chance because it wasn't in English was what frustrated Camila. She was about to come out with a whole album in English, though, so the joke was on him if she ever saw him enjoying what she was about to release.

"I'm sorry," the guy finally apologized to her. Camila wasn't expecting an apology of any sort from him, so she didn't know what to make of it. "If it helps, I’m an asshole," he told her. She recognized that much. "Let me pay then," he insisted, "as an apology."

While Camila was about to decline, considering that she had a whole table to herself and her "people" just a short distance away, she nodded. The price of a soda at the nightclub would probably be more expensive than if she were to go and buy it anywhere else, but it wasn't like he was buying her table's Champagne. "…Thank you," she nodded, waiting as the bartender approached again.

"I will have one soda, please," she stated, glancing over at the guy who had offered to pay for her.

scorpius hyperion malfoy

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[attr="class","clyricsteddy"]I try to listen but you know
I barely understand me

[attr="class","cbodyteddy"]Spring 2025
Truth be told, Scorpius thought she would decline his offer. It was the most sensible thing to do with herself, he figured, since he’d berated her song and barely apologized for it. Still, her words of thanks called his attention just as he dropped some coins to the table, head turning to better see the woman he had, apparently, befriended (not that he knew what name to put into it, and he wouldn’t have chosen this one regardless, but it was better than to spend time thinking). There was a lighter weight to his face now, lines of expressions suddenly not there anymore, and a smile played on the corner of his lips though it never showed.

She was… something. For better or worse, he’d spent too long analyzing people. Father told him it was the fastest way to figure out their true intentions: observing. For signs of lies and discomfort, but also of willingness and euphoria. He could easily put people into boxes, and figure out their traces and manias most others would take days, if not weeks, to perceive. Most of the time, he’d hardly be taken aback by their appearance; he’d seen the worst of it as a healer, and the seemingly best through supermodels.

Here’s a quick lesson, kids: most of the times does not equal always.

“Make it two.” Rushed tone and everything, barely attentive to what she’d asked (though, on the back of his mind, he’d agreed with her choice). She was gorgeous and he wasn’t sure how to read the information. Scorpius rarely got confused, but he wasn’t sure where to look - eyes lingered on the too many curls at first, falling through her shoulders, almost in front of her face, like an open cascade or a waterfall and he could drown. Her eyes, too, probably the most alluring thing he’d seen in a while and it messed him in the head. He didn’t mean to look down and- thankfully, the sudden tightness on his stomach warned him not to. He wasn’t there for anything other than to get his friends off his back and… sh*t

“Where are you from?” Finally he had recovered. Seemingly so, which was enough, for now. His smirk had changed for a smile, if only for how surprised he was, and despite the eagerness to go back to his reserved state, he didn’t make much of an effort. It wasn’t a grin - only a normal, barely-showing-teeth smile, but it was a lot for Scorpius. “I was born and raised here, with some connection to France, so my geography isn’t the best. You were singing in Spanish, right? So… Spain?” Her beauty must have killed some of his neurons, he was sure of it. What other explanation could there possibly be for how much he was speaking?

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[camila calderón]

The guy asked the bartender to make two of the same drink that she had just ordered, and Camila had to wonder if he had missed the fact that she had only ordered a soda—no alcohol in the drink at all. Still, she didn't say anything about it, since he'd already ordered it. He would find out soon enough, she thought, and it wasn't as though he couldn't always get a shot or two of his drink of choice to mix with it.

"Where are you from?" he asked with something that looked almost like a smile as they waited for their sodas. "I was born and raised here, with some connection to France, so my geography isn’t the best. You were singing in Spanish, right? So… Spain?" he guessed.

While Spain was the closest Spanish-speaking country to where they were, it seemed his geography really was bad, considering that he had forgotten about a sizable portion of the world's population by guessing Spain. At least he was right that the song was in Spanish.

"No," Camila shook her head. "I am from Argentina," she laughed, "in South America."

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[attr="class","cbodyteddy"]Spring 2025

There were reasons and reasons why Scorpius never felt the need to sit down and learn much of geography. Perhaps if he’d chosen to live his life as a muggle, as some wizards did, but then his parents would most certainly choose to desert him - and that considering they weren’t nearly as prejudiced as his grandparents continued to be. Not that Scorpius meant to turn into a no-maj or something, he was pretty damn happy living his life as a young, carefree, single wizard dude (words that didn’t come out of his mouth, but of a friend’s, and really did its job to define him).

“Ouch.” He pronounced, seemingly hurt- it was the laughter that made it so. Not hurt him, but made him decide he could try and act a little out of his (reserved, secluded) character. More so, that is. “Hurting for you. Tough night, sitting next to a guy who’s insulted your song and has yet to learn geography.” He couldn’t help but smile, then; she had pleasant laughter, and perhaps, if he’d paid more attention to the song, he’d find out her singing voice was just as good. “I can’t promise stupidity doesn’t run in the family, but I’ll try. Scorpius Malfoy.” He let go of his drink, then, because it was over, and to greet her with his right hand. It was more of a muggle greeting, but he’d learned it a few years back and it seemed appropriate.

[attr="class","cnotesteddy"]246 words ● camila calderón ● outfit - this but dark blue, not orange ● somebody cancel scorpius²

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[camila calderón]

"Ouch," replied the guy when she said that she was from not Spain but Argentina. "Hurting for you. Tough night, sitting next to a guy who’s insulted your song and has yet to learn geography."

Camila had only really caught something about "your song" and "learn geography", but she understood the gist of what he must have been saying. At least he was aware that his geography was bad; it would have been worse if he thought that he knew what he was saying. Besides, he smiled as he said it, and he was sort of charming.

"I can’t promise stupidity doesn’t run in the family, but I’ll try," he said, freeing up his hand and extending it for a handshake. "Scorpius Malfoy."

"Camila Calderón," Camila laughed awkwardly as she shook Scorpius's hand. "It is nice to meet you."

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[attr="class","cbodyteddy"]Spring 2025

He was about to say something - there was a number of things he might, in fact, some of which might not end so well, but Scorpius found he could be an intriguing company, and certainly seemed to be an interesting person. Finding out would have been nice, something to brighten his night and make him forgive himself for agreeing with going to that club in the first place, but it seemed life decided to play against him. All because his friend had shown up behind his sit, tipsy and close to drunkness - he’d probably gotten himself one of the strongest drinks out there -, a hand on the collar of his shirt. "And that is my calling." He had to roll his eyes, not minding her seeing it happen. Scorpius rose from the chair, tall, elegant and frustrated. Playing babysitter was something else he didn’t mean to but he’d give his friend a few minutes before leaving the place.

Waving, he’d hope she might see it as a perfectly acceptable goodbye. Then again, if she did not, odds were they would never again run into each other.

FIM

[attr="class","cnotesteddy"]186 words ● camila calderón ● outfit - this but dark blue, not orange ● somebody cancel scorpius²

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