Future Generation: Flame
Characters Contained: Scorpius, Albus
Disclaimer: I neither own nor make a profit off of anything from the Harry Potter universe.
Status: One shot. Complete.
Other: Written to procrastinate Japanese homework. If my claim is accepted, it'll be the first in 100 drabbles centering on Scorpius Malfoy.
Other-other: I have not forgotten about my other fic. It's just… more of a summer fic. I like writing it when it's summer-time. I'm weird, yes. Thus! I'll be updating again by the second week of next month at the very latest.
"I really don't think she's going to buy that excuse…"
If Scorpius had cared to look, he knew he would have seen Albus wearing his typical expression – the one where he peered over a book on Quidditch or something similar, narrowed his eyes, furrowed his eyebrows, and attempted to look as skeptical as humanly possible. He chose not to look, however, which made whatever expression Albus wore a moot point.
…well. It would have made it a moot point if Scorpius couldn't feel the dark-haired boy's gaze boring twin holes into his back.
Ignoring the annoying feeling of Albus staring at him, Scorpius snorted derisively. "Of course she will. God, Albus, sometimes I wonder if you know anything at all."
"I really don't think she will," Albus continued, tone dripping with skepticism now.
Scorpius rolled his eyes. Sometimes he really did wonder why he put up with the other boy's presence. Yes, it was advisable to stay on the Potter family's good side, but the cost of it was trying at times. Albus had that sort of dogged persistence that made Scorpius cringe. Scorpius liked people to agree with him, and it rubbed his nerves raw when someone decided to argue with him like Albus often did.
"This is why I do most of the thinking in this friendship," Scorpius retorted, feeding the last of his botched Charms essay into the fireplace.
If skepticism was in the visible spectrum, it would have been a thick, heavy fog at this point. "But what in Merlin's bloody name are you going to tell her?" Albus demanded, gesturing helplessly behind the blond boy. "The fire ate your homework?"
…admittedly, Albus had a point. Scorpius would need to come up with a suitable phrasing before class tomorrow.