m.i.a.v.i. un: g.g.

[roblet]

I have a number of inquiries if anyone would be willing to humor me. Some are for any Ministry officials reading, others are for anyone.

Will accommodations be made for those of us that cannot legally Apparate yet? What I am asking is this: if one is too young to Apparate and lives in the village set aside for "time deviants," will the community be connected well enough to the floo network that they will be able to get to work in London or will they be restricted to finding work in Hogsmeade for proximity? I am not sure just how close an eye the Ministry intends to keep on us.

What if we already have the Trace on us from another country?

Now for some general questions.

Who is hiring, may I ask? My skill set is wide-spread and I am not very squeamish.

Fellow "time deviants" : how many of you have settled into this provided (as it were) housing? How many of you still need accompaniment or assistance in paying?

When are you from? Where are you from? How do you feel about this place? Tell me these things.

Thank you very much for your time.

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[secondpotter]

[Albus resists the urge to reach back and take Scorpius' hand to squeeze it - half in gratitude that Scorpius was there to have his back, half to reassure himself that no matter what Scorpius was there.]

And there isn't anything to see. Dad isn't even around and no one has ever heard of The Boy Who Lived. I'm just another Time Deviant with a pureblood last name.

[Albus gives Ron's shoulder a little shake and a look that he hopes exudes confidence and not the false bravado he's using to mask his own worry.]

[alwaysreturns]

[If Scorpius had any other surname, Ron would probably feel put at ease by his words. He'd be nowhere without Harry and Hermione, and he knows the same goes for them, too - well, maybe not Hermione, she'd probably be better off without the two of them getting into all kinds of trouble and needing her to get them out - but the point is, he knows how important it is to have friends, real friends, who can look out for you when you can't.

He just doesn't get how that friend can be a Malfoy. That just doesn't make any bloody sense. Ron can't really help the glare he's got on Scorpius, honestly probably doesn't wholly realize he's doing it.

And maybe he could work himself up to try putting his foot down or throwing his weight around as uncle (even though his mental reaction is still ???????????????????????), but what Albus says deflates him. He's right: Harry isn't around, and Ron is terrified of the idea of being trapped here with no one at his side.

At least Albus has someone. Ron's not sure he can deny him that, he doesn't even know the bloke. (He's pretty sure he knows Mafoy, but maybe eventually he'll realize that's not fair at all.)]

Right.

[He can hear how put out he is, let down, and straightens his back as best he can. Harry may not be here, but Ron is. He can't just do nothing.]

Go on, then. We'll figure out what to do about...all of it, later. Just keep your head down, yeah? [Never mind that that was Scorpius' exact advice...]

[engorgimpressed]

[Scorpius stays hanging back, deciding to let them sort it out. Not like there's anything he could say to help, so it's probably best if he just doesn't say anything.

A (childish, old, ignored) part of him rails at the unfairness of it, but there are bigger, more immediate things to deal with than his hurt feelings. He still doesn't say anything, but he does tug lightly at Albus' sleeve, the one that isn't up at Ron's shoulder. They really do need to get going, before trouble comes looking.]

[secondpotter]

Thanks, Uncle Ron. [Albus is tempted to give his uncle a hug out of habit, but restrains himself. For one, Ron looks as though he's had enough mind scrambling thoughts for one day. For the other, he's not oblivious to the fact that Ron - this Ron, and even to some extent, future Ron - still can't get past Scorpius' last name.

He lets Scorpius' tug pull him towards the door, giving his uncle one last smile before he turns. He brushes his hand against Scorpius' own, squeezing it gently. It's an apology of sorts, one that doesn't seem to change no matter what time period they're in.]