Headcanon: Draco ships Scorbus because it makes his little boy so happy. Ginny joins in with him.
(TCC spoiler alert!!!)
Draco would ABSOLUTELY approve of Albus and Scorpius as a couple. I do not get why some people read his character as someone who would be homophobic? Especially after his growth in TCC?
Draco’s number one priority in life is making sure Scorpius is happy. He wants THE BEST for his son. And considering Albus is the one kid who’s been there for Scorpius from the start, to the extent of being Scorpius’s main support after his mum passed, I think Albus is probably THE BEST in Draco’s eyes.
Also, he and Astoria were obviously judged pretty harshly and there was pressure on them not to marry because of Astoria’s health, so Draco is going to know all about what it’s like to have people interfere in your relationship. There’s no way he’d be anything but supportive. To the extent that he’d be getting overly-involved (to make up for his own parents being a bit detached with him and Astoria). Draco is definitely the person who pays for Albus and Scorpius to live together when they leave Hogwarts. He just throws money at them because his son deserves the best and he won’t have them living in some disgusting student flat.
Ginny is so in agreement. I feel like Ginny is a really intuitive mother and that she has a close bond with Albus, so she’s probably had an inkling about the Albus/Scorpius thing for years. Who wouldn’t want their child dating someone like Scorpius Malfoy though? He’s polite and clever and kind and probably perfect son-in-law material. She just knows Lily is going to pick a rebel and Merlin knows who James will end up with, so it’s just a relief that one of her kids has good taste.
Also, Ginny would be so motherly to Scorpius. Her kids are all very hard to mother properly, because James is a terror, Albus is very private, and Lily is a daddy’s girl, so she would be so thrilled to have this sort-of son who wanted to sit and talk to her and desperately longs for a motherly influence in his life.
(I see Ginny’s mothering technique as being as kind and warm and generous as Molly, but she’s also cool. And probably sarcastic. Ginny is the parent you don’t mess with, and Harry is the one who can be persuaded to keep you out of trouble).
I think that the most likely parent to show even the slightest sign of disapproval is probably Harry, and not because he’s homophobic, but because he doesn’t completely get Albus, and I feel like he’d worry about his son being attached to the Malfoys for all eternity. The Malfoys have this really bad name and I don’t think he’d want Albus to have that pressure in his life. I think Albus and Harry would argue about this, but probably without articulating themselves properly (because they are fools who don’t communicate), so Albus would think Harry was disappointed in him or disapproved, when really Harry just didn’t want Albus (who’s pretty sensitive) to get punished for the rest of his life for what the Malfoys did.
But I still think Harry would really like Scorpius, even though at first it would be embarrassing because Scorpius would fanboy over him every time he came for dinner. This would go on for years. I can genuinely see this still happening after Albus and Scorpius have been married for ten years. Scorpius would still drop things around Harry Potter and find himself unable to talk properly because he’s so in awe. (Can you just imagine the deadpan look exchanged by Draco and Albus while this happens?)
Draco is still 100% the biggest Albus/Scorpius fan. I would not put it past Draco Malfoy to get involved if some other person ever threatened the relationship. He would use blackmail, he would use bribery, he would use any means necessary to make sure his son was happy and get the offending party out of the picture. Scarily-protective-dad-Draco is the best Draco.
Inherited and acquired psychological disorders and ignorance of their existence and nature are the primal causes of evil. The number of 6% seems to represent the number of humans who either carry the genes responsible for biological evil or who acquire such disorders in the course of their lifetime. This small percent is responsible for the vast majority of human misery and crime, and for infecting others with their flawed view of the world.
The scope of evil does not respect any boundaries of race, doctrine, or ideology. All races carry the genes, and all schools of thought are susceptible to their influence. These pathological factors that influence behaviour form a complex web. It is only in such a web that the “environmental evil” wherein circumstances can influence a normal person to commit harmful acts can be understood.
Of 5000 psychotic, neurotic and healthy patients, Lobaczewski -the author of Political Ponerology- identified 384 (7.7%) who caused serious harm -physical and/or emotional- to others. Some of these had been penalized for their actions and some had been protected by Communist government of the time. Contrary to the common moralistic interpretation of evil actions that says that evil consists of making evil choices, and also contrary to legal systems which views psychopaths as sane and thus responsible for their actions, the vast majority (85%) of these 384 individuals showed psychopathological factors influencing their behaviour. It is likely that, without these factors present, the harmful actions would not have taken place. These psychological factors limit the subject’s ability to control their actions. In this sense, a moralistic interpretation to psychopathic behavior is fundamentally flawed.
While a moral sense can be seen as necessary to be held morally responsible, that is not to say that psychopaths should have free rein to destroy lives. Psychopathic individuals can have a number of effects on normal people: they can fascinate, traumatize, cause pathological personality development, or inspire vindictive emotions -a result of viewing evil as simply a choice.
An example of this variety can be seen in the host of groupies, pen pals, supporters, and love-struck fans that flocks towards dangerous serial killers like Richard Ramirez and Ted Bundy. One fan of Ramirez said, “When I look at him, I see a real handsome guy who just messed up his life because he never had anyone to guide him.”
These effects and the confusion they engender can then lead to, and reinforce our collective ignorance of such individuals. We rarely hold responsible the individual who influences another to commit evil, but instead moralistically punish only the agent of an act. The true cause of evil actions goes unpunished, much like an Army Private punished for the crimes of his superiors. In fact, the true source of evil may be separated from a specific action by both vast stretches in time (i.e., in literature and tradition) and by large distances (i.e., by mass media).
“The practical value of our natural world view generally ends where psychopathology begins.” - Lobaczewski.
Morning Duty...A Baby Blue Polo...A Dozen Smiles...A Little Teasing...And A High Five
Hehe…I saw him this morning. I was waiting for him in front of his door. I was changing evensong on my iPod when he walked up. He was walking down the normal hallway and at first, I wasn’t paying much attention since I was lost in my thoughts about him.
I did a double take and started smiling when I realized that it was Dale walking down the hallway towards me. My smile grew even more when I noticed that he was wearing his baby blue polo. He looked so cute as his lips lifted up and he gave me that adorable little grin that I love.
“Hey, E. I have morning duty so I’m just gonna drop my stuff off in the room and head out there.” He called out to me while he was only halfway down the hall and closer to the door than he was to me.
I chuckled. “Ok.”
He let out a laugh but stopped when some students in the hallway looked between he and I. He blushed; the tips of his ears and his cheeks turned a bright shade of pink. I blushed too as he disappeared into his room. I turned my earbuds off and walked closer to his other door.
I got there right as he was walking out of his room. He saw me and his smile grew. He winked at me and looked back at something in his room. He flipped the light switch and pulled his door slightly closed.
“Well, crap. I forgot to eat my lunch the other day.” He said, grinning at me.
I shook my head, giggling. “What am I gonna do with you, goofball?”
He chuckled and teased me. “Love me and visit me every day?”
I blushed. “I can keep doing that.”
This got him blushing. We stared walking down the hallway to head outside. He was on my left side. At one point, our hands brushed, and he gently tugged on my pinky finger with his. It was adorable.
“How was your weekend?” He asked.
“It was good. I guess. I could think of a few things that’d have made it better.” I said. “How was your weekend?”
He chuckled. “It was good. Short but good. It could’ve been longer and there was something else I wish I’d done with someone who I only get to see for a few minutes every day.“
He winked at me, grinning. I blushed.
“I took the ACT on Saturday.” I said.
He glanced at me out of the corner of his eye. “How do you think you did?”
“Hopefully better than I did the first time I took it.”
“What’d you make the first time?”
“That’s not bad. Not bad at all.”
We walked out of the building and into the courtyard. He stopped close to that tree. I stood next to him. He just started grinning as he looked at me. I blushed which had him chuckling. He mentioned that he took the SAT when he was in school.
We talked some more about my ACT and he gave me some advice. We determined that we’re both terrible at math. And that science was my next worst subject.
“Well…you’re are a writer after all.” He teased.
I giggled and stuck my tongue out at him. He took a deep breath in and his eyes dilated.
“Girl…” He mumbled.
I giggled and winked. “Hey. If they had a history portion, we’d both ace that section.”
He shook his head and chuckled. “Got that right. You are my little history nerd.”
I blushed. He chuckled and bumped my shoulder with his arm. He looked away, grinning, when he saw me looking up at him. He pretended to be innocent so I bumped my shoulder into his arm to get him back. He chuckled.
“Goofball.” He murmured.
I smiled. “Yep. Do you gave morning duty all week?”
He nodded. “All week and twice on Friday.”
“Yippee. Don’t freeze.”
“Because you’ll be cold and won’t have anyone to warm you up.”
“You could warm me up.” He muttered.
I looked him, eyes wide. He chuckled and winked. I blushed. We didn’t say anything for a moment.
“Oh!” I said, dropping my rucksack off my shoulder.
“Yes?” He asked.
I unzipped my bag, crouched down, reached inside, grabbed a piece of paper, zipped my bag up, stood up, gave him the paper, and slung my bag over my shoulder.
“What’s this?” He asked, looking at the paper.
“My capstone project topic.” I replied.
He read it and handed it back to me. I folded it up and tucked it in my back pocket with my wallet. His eyes followed the paper and rested where I put the paper for a moment before he looked up at me.
“How long does it have to be?” He asked.
“Minimum of 10 pages.” I said.
“And…you have how many topics?”
He looked confused and his eyes darted back to my back pocket.
“Those are just some questions I wanna research in the process.” I said, answering his unspoken question.
“Ah ok.” He chuckled. “You could do two pages per topic and be set.”
He was grinning from ear to ear and I just agreed with him. He looked so freaking cute.
“Do you have to have a presentation to go along with it?” He asked.
“Uh…maybe…I’m not sure. I’ll have to double check the assignment. Maybe.” I replied.
He chuckled. “Goofball! Hey! You know what you could do?”
“What could I do?” I grinned.
“You could type it all out single spaced and then go back and double space it. You’d be surprised at how much you can write. Oh wait. You’re a writer. I’m sure you know all about that.”
His face fell and he got sad. I bumped his arm.
“I can do that. Just because I’m a writer doesn’t mean I know everything. I’ll always take advice. ‘Specially from you.” I said.
He grinned. “Really?”
I nodded. “Really.”
I looked away for a moment because my bus pulled up. When I looked back at Dale, he was gazing at me, all lovey dovey. He had this adorable grin plastered on his face and he was just in la-la land. It took me a moment to get his attention.
He shook his head, and got embarrassed; his ears and his cheeks got red. I giggled.
“I’ve got to go.” I said.
His smile faltered. “Ok. You’ll come see me tomorrow, right?”
@dahmdaddi - I’m rereading The Shrine of Jeffrey Dahmer to help me create a fun fact compilation post, and I ran across some stuff that reminded me of your “what if” scenario regarding Jeff and how his debt/credit would be.
His probation officer said that he was a “chronic complainer with a negative attitude” and that he had “a consistent inability to manage finances. Jeff never has enough money, is always in debt, always over-spending. She thinks that he is a compulsive buyer and hints at the possible psychological implications of such a condition: yawning emptiness must be filled by ever-diminishing treats.”
The book goes on to clarify a little more about his finances - “. . he owed $2,000 in various doctors’ and hospital bills” (including $1,000 of which, was costs for probation). He received a weekly paycheck of $275, and $115 of it went to rent and utilities. He spent the rest on porn, alcohol, and food.
ALSO - just a question for anyone that may know - does anyone know if the Ambrosia Chocolate Factory, where Jeff worked, employed felons, etc.? I ask because he was arrested there at one point, and was still able to keep his job. There is a local Hershey Factory in my town that has a program that hires people with criminal records, no questions asked, you just show up and you work, but you can’t really get fired (and Jeff was eventually fired). I don’t know if it’s a common thing outside of my town or if there’s anything similar with more guidelines elsewhere, just an inquiry.
On the 6th of September 2011, 32 year old Eduardo Sencion walked into an Ihop (International House Of Pancakes) restaurant in Nevada and began shooting. Three uniformed national guards were killed and an elderly lady. During a police shootout, Eduardo killed himself.
No motive has been linked, but Eduardo was a paranoid schizophrenic who stopped taking his medication. Financial problems were also prevalent as he recently became bankrupt.