"That's my bed." Albus heard from the doorway. He looked up to see Scorpius Malfoy with his arms crossed, face haughty.
"Does it have your name on it?" Al taunted, used to hearing all about how something magically "belonged" to James anytime he wanted it. He assumed the other boy just wanted the bed next to the enchanted window.
"Yes" Scorpius answered, sounding smug. "It does. Right here, see?" The blonde had approached the bed and was now pointing to a small carved word on the edge of the cherry footboard.
"Malfoy. Holy smack. It really does have your name on it! Here dude, you can have it. Sorry." Grabbing the handle, the flustered boy quickly pulled his trunk one bed over. "I guess you already knew where you wanted to sleep. I knew when I thought I'd be upstairs." Albus sat heavily on his new bed, suddenly very tired. He had no idea how he was going to explain his miss-sorting to the rest of his family, regardless of how supportive his father said he'd be.
"Of course I knew. There's never been a Malfoy who wasn't in Slytherin. I'm sorry you don't want to be here, though. I'm Scorpius." The shorter boy stuck out his hand.
"I'm Albus" he replied, hoping up to shake hands with his new friend.
Maybe being in Slytherin wouldn't be so bad after all.