Author's Notes: I was... inspired. By a most curious sighting. Anyhow, hope you will enjoy.
Disclaimer: Nope, not mine. Penultimate character introduced or not, Scorpius is still Rowling's. Along with the host of other familiar people/concepts soon to be introduced - or more accurately- re-introduced.
"Riddikulus."
The two ladies stop in the middle of their tea drinking and look over at me. The one in the putrid green dress robes that may have been fashionable (not to mention less deteriorated) an era ago shoots a flirtatious look my way, and says, "Scorpius, looking ever so dashing as always!"
Her companion merely giggles. It's pretty disturbing considering both are old enough to be my grandmothers, but suppose they can't help their cringe-worthy attractions any more than I can. After all, I did inherit the Malfoy good looks.
With an inward sigh, I give them the best smile I can muster, and prepare to deliver my customary reply. Followed by a standard excuse to escape further small-talk and uncomfortable staring with myself as the violated party.
"And the pair of you as well, lovely complexions that positively radiate with health! Would love to stay and chat, but there's a foot long Charms essay I've got to get started on."
I arrange my features into a dejected expression, and put on a semi-pout to complete the effect.
"Oh, don't worry about it! We have plenty of time, not going anywhere, are we now?" Grandmum one sharply jabs grandmum two, who is still dreamily gazing at me. I supress my urge to laugh, as I find the two ever so amusing.
She seems to regain her demeanour, and nods in agreement. "You'd better be going then, can't have our intelligent lad losing the top spot in his studies!" The portrait swings open, and I stride into the Heads Common Room.
It's handsomely decorated, green and blue, and bears a long history of housing the two most responsible, respectable, and exemplary students of the seventh year. A small twinge of pride flutters inside me, as I remember how proud my father was, when I, not Albus Potter, but Scorpius Malfoy, earned this coveted position fair and square. Through hard work and sheer talent, naturally, I excelled at everything.
The poor bloke didn't even stand a chance. Odd thing is, he's awfully shy. Doesn't seem to be very ambitious, and constantly seems to be trying to blend in. Too bad he's the son of the "boy who lived." Honestly, I don't get it. If I was him, I'd be flaunting it, because what could be better than being loved by everyone because of your dad? That's certainly an obstacle less to overcome. Anyhow, his loss.
I've walked a mere 10 paces when I lose my train of thought. It's then, that I suddenly realize – something is amiss.
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