The rain streamed down the windows, blurring the shapes of the cars rolling slowly by on the street below. It was four o'clock on August 31, and a small boy with black hair and green eyes was sitting with his knees drawn up to his chest on the rich purple window seat in the Potter library. It was Albus Potter's favorite seat. He had one hand pressed to the chilly glass, and though a book lay open on his lap, his gaze was directed out towards the city.
The oak door to the room of learning was pushed opened with a creak, and Albus turned his head ever so slightly. The girl's waist-length blonde hair swished around her as she crossed the room with small, graceful steps.
She set her tray down on a nearby desk and pressed a cup of tea into the boy's small hands. His fingers curled around the cup, cradling its warmth.
She folded her arms and leaned against the wall, studying his face carefully. The last time she had seen his cousin Rose, the young girl had looked like she might faint at any moment from a combination of euphoria and terror, but the boy's face was calm, composed. "They're worried about you," Victoire said after a long moment, her voice quiet.
"Thank you for the tea," he said. "Earl Grey is my favorite."
She smiled and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. "I know it is, and you're very welcome to it."
He nodded. She could tell he was holding something back, but Albus was never one to talk of his problems. He suffered quietly, living off the power of his dreams. He opened up to her more than anyone else, but if he didn't want to talk, she wasn't going to hear anything. She turned to leave.
"I'm not scared, you know," he said suddenly. She stopped.
"Yes, I know," she said with half a smile. You are not scared of the future, she wanted to say, because you know it is yours to claim.
"Thank you, Torie," he said, matching her smile.
"For what?" She asked, mildly surprised.
"For believing in me."
A/N: That was basically my attempt at writing a cute & cliche little piece.