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[alsoagreengrass]

If the day is nice enough, why not spend it outside? That's how a few people in Milliways think and Scorpius happens to be one of them. And it was with that thought in mind, he had grabbed his Arthimancy book and his book-bag and headed out toward the lake

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[golden_lyre]

Orpheus is definitely one of those people who think nice days should be spent outside.

He's also one of those people who think that activity is (generally) better than non-activity, so when he sees the boy with the cat on his knees, napping in the sunshine, he quietly moves to sit against a tree nearby and starts to strum softly on his guitar.

It's not a song that would mean much to Scorpius, but to Red it's a song about pesky little bugs and tempting mice and possibly just a bit of catnip.

[golden_lyre]

"It could well have been disastrous. She might have died in her sleep, and you'd have woken to her poor, cold body lying on you. And you would have wished she could have been roused by a madman with a guitar before things got to such a state."

[alsoagreengrass]

Scorpius tries his very best not to smile. He's supposed to be annoyed or something at being woken up, isn't he?

(But he's not. Not really.

Because at least Orpheus didn't draw on him.)

"I didn't read that for her in her tea leaves."

Not that he's ever actually done a tea-reading for Red.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus is definitely smiling, not even trying to hide it.

"Ah, well, tea leaves are the least accurate of all ways to tell someone's future. Especially a cat. Better to consult an oracle."

[alsoagreengrass]

Scorpius shakes his head, failing to hide his grin this time.

"I don't have the Floo address for one; I'd have to look in the Daily Prophet and I don't think the ads are very honest."

[golden_lyre]

"You want a proper oracle, anyway, and I don't think the one at Delphi is too reliable these days."

[alsoagreengrass]

"Why do you think that? Has she taken to reading tea leaves?"

[golden_lyre]

"No. I...um...I may have rattled her confidence once. She's never really recovered."

Oh, the joys of being a disembodied head.

[alsoagreengrass]

"How did you manage that then?" Scorpius asks, raising an eyebrow even as he rubs more sleep from his eyes.

"Did you startle her awake from a nap too? I'll begin to think there ought to be, er, posters or something warning others from the likes of you, if you did."

[golden_lyre]

He laughs. "No, nothing like that. I just...did her job better than she did for a little while."

[alsoagreengrass]

"I think - Er, yeah, my confidence would be a bit rattled from that too. If I were an oracle and I was supposed to be the best at prophesying, anyway."

Scorpius shakes his head, grinning.

"Were you deliberately trying to upset her or did it happen that, uhm, the means were 'so readily available' then too?"

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus ducks his head, rubbing the back of his neck. "I...suppose you could say that.

"And I wasn't exactly myself at the time. Not my whole self, anyway."

[alsoagreengrass]

"Cryptic. Were you pissed?"

[golden_lyre]

"No, nothing like that." He laughs softly, his thumb rubbing lightly across the faint scar that runs all the way around his throat.

"I just sort of...lost my head, I suppose you could say."

[alsoagreengrass]

He follows the path of the thumb, raising an eyebrow.

"Quite literally. Am I allowed to check for a pulse? Because the ghosts I know are usually transparent."

[golden_lyre]

He smiles. "I'm not a ghost. I'm not even that special brand of dead that Milliways specializes in."