Post by scorpius hyperion malfoy on Nov 14, 2020 1:51:15 GMT -7
CW: Passing mentions of abuse, alcoholism
October 2025
Scorpius wouldn't have considered himself to be an Auguste Courtmanche fan. It wasn't that he didn't like the singer's music; he had absolutely nothing against the bloke, but he just didn't listen to his songs unless they happened to be on the radio or playing somewhere for some reason. He knew that his parents wouldn't have been thrilled to hear that he was listening to that kind of thing, though there was a lot that he did that his parents were not particularly pleased with. That came with the territory of his family as a whole—as pure as they came on both sides, each generation not quite as openly violent as the one that came after it but still espousing the same violent rhetoric.
His parents were almost better. They had tried, to the extent that it was possible for them to have tried. Both of them had been raised in families in which they were never given very much freedom. His father, in particular, had had a difficult time through childhood and into young adulthood. It didn't excuse anything, but Scorpius was to a point where he understood why his mother and father were how they were and why they had raised him as they had. They hadn't had the best examples of how to raise children, and Scorpius knew that. His mother and father were severely flawed, but dealing with parents who had had deep levels of personal trauma wasn't really anything new to him or to a lot of the people he knew. That was how life was in certain social circles.
Maybe that was why he didn't care for Auguste Courtmanche's music. His public image was that he was something of an alcoholic, and his music spoke to a lot of that same sort of thing. Dusti had every reason in the world not to touch alcohol after everything that her parents had done to her and her siblings, and it felt like something of a betrayal to one of his best friends to start listening to something that would have only hurt her.
He wouldn't have recognized Auguste Courtmanche when he walked into the Leaky Cauldron at around the same time that Scorpius was finishing up his lunch, if not for the young woman at the table beside his who was giggling almost maniacally with her friend about whether or not it would be appropriate to approach the singer in public and ask him for his autograph. It was hard not to overhear the girls at the volume at which they were conversing, and nearly every other word seemed one step closer to the point that the more excited one of the two might just squeal like a tea kettle.
Keeping his head down and focused on what was left of his pea soup, Scorpius wished that he could have cast a Silencing Charm on the girls at the other table. They had been talkative the whole time that they had been sitting there, but they had since become excessively loud. If that was what celebrities really had to deal with all the time, he thought to himself, then he hoped that he would never become a celebrity.
@auguste
His parents were almost better. They had tried, to the extent that it was possible for them to have tried. Both of them had been raised in families in which they were never given very much freedom. His father, in particular, had had a difficult time through childhood and into young adulthood. It didn't excuse anything, but Scorpius was to a point where he understood why his mother and father were how they were and why they had raised him as they had. They hadn't had the best examples of how to raise children, and Scorpius knew that. His mother and father were severely flawed, but dealing with parents who had had deep levels of personal trauma wasn't really anything new to him or to a lot of the people he knew. That was how life was in certain social circles.
Maybe that was why he didn't care for Auguste Courtmanche's music. His public image was that he was something of an alcoholic, and his music spoke to a lot of that same sort of thing. Dusti had every reason in the world not to touch alcohol after everything that her parents had done to her and her siblings, and it felt like something of a betrayal to one of his best friends to start listening to something that would have only hurt her.
He wouldn't have recognized Auguste Courtmanche when he walked into the Leaky Cauldron at around the same time that Scorpius was finishing up his lunch, if not for the young woman at the table beside his who was giggling almost maniacally with her friend about whether or not it would be appropriate to approach the singer in public and ask him for his autograph. It was hard not to overhear the girls at the volume at which they were conversing, and nearly every other word seemed one step closer to the point that the more excited one of the two might just squeal like a tea kettle.
Keeping his head down and focused on what was left of his pea soup, Scorpius wished that he could have cast a Silencing Charm on the girls at the other table. They had been talkative the whole time that they had been sitting there, but they had since become excessively loud. If that was what celebrities really had to deal with all the time, he thought to himself, then he hoped that he would never become a celebrity.
@auguste
