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'Reserving judgements is a matter of infinite hope' – The Great Gatsby
Albus Severus Potter sat alone at the Slytherin table eating his first ever breakfast at Hogwarts. No other student had spoken to him directly since his sorting. Mum and Uncle Neville had actively fought their parents when they were only teenagers. Dad and Uncle Ron and Aunt Hermione were probably responsible for almost every one of them having a family member in Azkaban. He hadn't expected open armed acceptance, but this was going a bit far. He focused on his plate, trying to ignore the sinking feeling of disappointment in his stomach.
'Potter?' A boy slid into the seat next to him. His head snapped up, startled.
'Malfoy?' he narrowed his eyes, remembering what he'd been told about Malfoys.
'My father says that the Potters are a bunch of no good attention seeking brats, and that the Weasleys only have a roof over their heads because they managed to bet on incredibly long odds and won.'
'My Uncle Ron says that the Malfoys are cowardly scumbag traitors who don't care about anything but their own skin.'
'My mum says that Potters are insufferably arrogant and need to be taken down a peg or two.'
'My brother says that Malfoys are snobs who wouldn't know a joke if it hit them between the eyes.'
There was silence for a moment as the two boys sized each other up, then Scorpius extended a hand. Albus Severus took it, feeling a grin start to spread across his face.
'I'm Scorpius'
'Albus Severus. You want some pumpkin juice?'
'I'd love some.'
