"Maybe Scorpius just had to stop thinking, come out of this closet literally and figurative and just go to that party, even if it meant another migraine of all the orange." In which Scorpius comes out of the closet and a game of Quidditch is watched.

Rose left. Scorpius is down. Lily cries every week. Lysander and Al try to keep everyone going. Lorcan is, well, Lorcan. Series of songfics. Can be read apart. T for language. Next gen.