Scorpius and Yvette continue to be in the Scholomance
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Sofia, why. They had been getting along so well. Could you not be horribly petty and bitchy for like, five minutes after someone literally tried to kill her last night? No? All sympathy evaporated? Charming.

"I told him to leave at curfew," she sighs, giving Scorpius a look that says this is all your fault. "But no. I think he was put out because he didn't get the chance to be properly heroic and had to show me up."

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There was a lull in the conversation with the Italians and they were mostly paying attention to what Yvette was saying anyway, so it's not rude for Scorpius to grin and say, "Absolutely. Nothing to do with the stab wound in your gut and the way you would have absolutely become mal food overnight, shields or no shields, if you'd been on your own."

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"Your presence past curfew attracted more of them than the smell of blood would have, you just wanted to get the chance to kill as many mals as possible, and you're using being heroic as your excuse."

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    "Is that how thankful you are that he saved your life?" wonders Cora.

"She's just bitter she didn't get the chance to show off having killed the mals that would have come for her anyway. Because of the stab wound. Which she keeps ignoring." He is glaring pointedly at her but it is... clearly filled with affection.

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"It's irrelevant in the grand scheme of things, and the only major life change that came about from it is that I might want to keep away from bikinis in the future," she sniffs.

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Chloe, from the New York enclave, arrives looking frazzled. Not to sit, just to interrogate, apparently.

"Scorpius," she interrupts, plaintively. "What happened? Westing's burnt shoes are outside of her," she points at Yvette, "broken door, again, and now you're sitting with her???"

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"Gossip's slow today, it seems," he mutters mostly to himself with a half smile. "Westing was a maleficer, killed Luisa, I told him to shape up or else, he decided to go for 'or else' and try to kill Yvette. She killed him, but he stabbed her, so we spent the night together cosily killing maleficaria all night. Absolutely nothing untoward has happened, you can rest easy."

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"Wh—Scorpius I'm not worried about you sleeping with her I'm worried about—!" she begins, and then she actually feels a bit bad saying all of this in front of Yvette herself, and stops. "... Look I'm sorry he tried to kill you," this is at Yvette, "but, but. Scorpius please be careful."

She doesn't say it, but she clearly means 'She's dangerous!'

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Sigh.

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"I'm nothing but careful," he says, placing a hand on his heart, and he can't hold it there for a full second before breaking into a grin. "Seriously, Chloe, I'm fine. It's fine. She's fine."

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".... Okay," says Chloe, hesitantly. She will go back to the New York table. She guesses. While clearly still worried about him and not very reassured.

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And someone else is looking less chipper!

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Would whispering some jokey thing not be welcome? Probably, they're not that close yet. But he wants to do it.

Anyway, now that Chloe knows about it he's sure the whole school will know about it by lunch period at the latest, so that bit of gossip does not need any more flame fanning. "How are you healing up, by the way?" Scorpius asks instead.

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“Well enough, for only having been stabbed yesterday,” she says, attempting to cheer back up again. “No gushing blood, or anything, so I’ll thank you to not attempt a repeat of last night.”

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    Natalya looks between the two of them and raises an eyebrow. "Nothing untoward, huh?"

"I'm sure she just means the part where we fought many mals all night long."

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“I do,” she snorts. “Gut wounds are not very conducive to canoodling. Besides, we see how well the last person to flirt with me went.”

Which is to say: Westing, and also sort of Scorpius himself, pushing her out of her comfort zone. But mostly she’s thinking of Westing.

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"No mal hunting for you today," Scorpius agrees, and this time he is being a hypocrite because last time he got stabbed he absolutely went off hunting mals again the next day. It was not a great idea at the time but he would do it again, he knows himself well enough to know that.

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“My heart! It breaks.” It doesn’t, really, mostly she just wants to sleep. But she has classes, homework, and monsters trying to kill her, so not going mal hunting is about the best break she’ll get.

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They don't really get sick days, here, anyway. Staying in sick is just begging to have mals decide you're easy pickings and come knocking. They can almost literally smell weakness. And that's not to mention that they are in fact taught the very tools for survival they need in class, even History class teaches some spells you can't get anywhere else, so skipping them is not recommended unless you are very sure of what you're doing and have a very good reason for it.

The juniors finish eating at approximately the same time, as they've been training to do since at least induction nearly three years ago, and start getting up at approximately the same time. Scorpius offers Yvette a hand, because dignity or no dignity she has in fact been stabbed as he would like her to not forget.

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"I'll be okay," she assures, but... yes okay, she'll accept the hand. She guesses. Grumpily. "Stop fussing," she adds, to preserve her dignity.

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"It's not fussing, I told you I was going to help you with what you needed at least for today and so I'm gonna."

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"It's absolutely fussing. I'll be fine."

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"Maybe my bar is higher than that."

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Class though right they need to stop flirting to get to class.

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Yes. Yvette just was not looking forward to the long walk to class, though, so she was distracting herself. But yes, class. And it shouldn't even be hard to find people to walk with like this. Right?

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