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"But you're Muggles! We must have a drink! What's that you've got there? Oh, you're changing Muggle money. Molly, look!"
Sleep was far past Scorpius' worry. Laying awake, eagle spread across his four poster bed, he played the various reactions of his father over and over again through his restless mind. Maybe he won't mind, he thought. Quickly he erased that idea, knowing he'd have to be mental to accept that possibility.
Scropius knew it had to be at least 2am. The window showed a blanket of darkness, dimly lit with silvery sparkles of light. Minutes dragged by, with the sounds of his roommates' snores filling the room. Meeting his new roommates lightened his mood slightly that evening. They all seemed quite interesting and for the most part friendly. The boy to his right was an Asian muggle-born, Eric Kyung. He was quite tall, medium-build and seemed fairly intelligent. Before sleeping, he had been hopelessly trying to explain why muggles needed electricity, to Lynus Brown. "Eleksity seems so troublesome!" he constantly said, amazed at muggles' abilities to bare without magic.
Lynus was the shortest and chubbiest of the four. He seemed constantly nervous and extremely self-conscience. All the way up to their tower he had been staring down at his feet, avoiding eye contact with everyone. Only, all he had done for himself was annoy everyone he fell into.
And then, there was Albus Potter. He and Scorpius had a brief conversation when they entered their room. Scorpius liked Albus. He wasn't obnoxious, nor hostile - he seemed... nice. He was just an inch shorter than Scorpius, and thinner. He was a skinny boy with tousled, jet black hair, with bright green eyes. Albus had looked just as nervous placing the sorting hat upon his head as Scorpius felt when his house had been called.
The thought of his house, Gryffindor, caused a rock to plummet into the pit of his stomach. How would his father would react and how would he tell him? He wouldn't yell…, he hopelessly thought.
'Traditions obviously don't matter that much to him if he told me not to create one...' he mumbled quietly.
Suddenly feeling a surge of anger and confusion, he started pummelling his pillow as if to make it more comfortable. While thinking of all the possibilities of what could happen, he slowly began to be consumed by sleep.
"Harry, don't go picking a row with Malfoy, don't forget, he's a prefect now, he could make life difficult for you..."
"Wow, I wonder what it'd be like to have a difficult life?"
'Scorpius, wake up!'
Along with the voice came a soft pillow that slapped against his face.
'whaz s'mater?'
'We're going to go eat breakfast. We didn't want to just leave you.' said another, closer voice. When Scorpius' rubbed his eyes, it had been Albus who was standing over his bed. Albus pulled the corner of his mouth into a crooked smile and waved.
'Oh. Right. Thanks!' said Scropius, feeling grateful they had yet not left him. He pulled himself off the bed and quickly changed. They had all been waiting for him and when he had finished they all brightly smiled and left for the Great Hall.
The Great Hall had sunshine brightly beaming through the windows. Everyone was sitting around the four tables eating breakfast, chattering amongst one another. Over everyone there were hundreds of owls delivering to those who had forgotten something or were being greeted their first day with a letter from home. After staring at the tremendous amount of flapping wings, he scanned for a spot to sit. While looking about, he saw Albus walk ahead and sit across from the familiar red-haired girl who had buried her face in another tattered book. Albus looked over at Scorpius and jerked his head to the side, signaling him to sit down. Scorpius walked and stood behind Rose, tapped her right shoulder and sat down to her left.
'Hey,' he said cheerfully as she looked over her shoulder. At the sound of his voice, she quickly whipped her head around.
'Oh!' She gasped. 'G'morning.' Greeting him with a smile. 'Scorpius, this is Albus. My cousin, he's in -'
'- Rose, he knows who I am … We're in the same room together.' He stated, grinning at Scorpius.
'Yup, and he snores like a beast; couldn't sleep with that in the room.' Scorpius teased.
'Are you kidding? That was definitely Lynus.'
Rose began to giggle but had came to a stop and threw one arm into the air to wave at a boy who had been approaching them. He looked similar to Albus, except he was older, had broader shoulders and instead of green, he wore pale blue eyes. Scorpius turned to look at Albus to compare their features, but he had a sulky face smeared across while Rose dug her nose back into her, what seemed to be, interesting book.
'Morning, little brother!' said the boy as he sat down and wrapped his arm around Albus' shoulder. Albus stared at the hand on his shoulder and looked away jokingly in disgust.
"What do you want, James?"
"Can't I talk to my little brother without questions?" He said pouting innocently.
"Most definitely not! You look suspicious…" At that, James placed his hand over his heart and gasped. "Oh so cruel to me, Al… Why would -"
- Scorpius, who had been watching Albus and James, realized that the pair of pale blue eyes had been burning into him. Feeling nervous, he casually looked away. At the corner of his eye, he could still see James staring curiously at him. Albus had taken notice to his brother's strange behaviour and was looking back and forth from the two.
"James, stop staring at my friend like such a creep. You'll scare him away." Albus said, sounding genuinely concerned. Scorpius could feel the tip of his ears turn red at the sound of the word 'friend'. He had made a friend already and it had been so effortlessly. He was happy.
"You're that Scorpion Malfoy kid!" James said finally, sounding awed. "He's your friend, eh, Albus? I knew you should have been placed in Slytherin." He sniggered. Albus looked hurt and his eyes were wide. His face had suddenly contorted to anger.
"His name is Scorpius Malfoy." He said a-matter-of-factly. "Just go away if you're going to be rude." He finished. Scorpius had felt such relief with Albus' defending words and turned to look at James. He thought I'd be a better idea to clear things up and make a good first impression before he was labelled forever.
"Er, hullo. I'm in the same room at Albus… that's how we know each other." He said unsurely.
"So you were placed in Gryffindor, huh? I wonder how your serpent-friends are handling that?" said James, smirking devilishly. "It'd do you good if you just went to the Slytherin house. People have been talking about you, saying how the Sorting hat made a mistake. I agree, personally. You know about my father and yours don't you? My Uncle had spilled some stories, ya'know, he says -"
"- that's enough, James." Rose interrupted slamming her books shut. "You don't have to be such a slimey git." She finished.
"James! Come over here, what are you doing?" Yelled another Gryffindor boy across the Great Hall.
"I'll be right there!" He answered. "Well, I better get going now. And, Al, you should do a better job of choosing your friends." He darted his eyes to Scorpius and began to laugh.
When James began to stroll away towards his friends, Scorpius had a familiar feeling in the pit of his stomach. Everything had gone from bad to absolutely worse. He never expected such things to be said to him on the first day of school. Why had people been talking about him? He didn't know what to do, or what his dad had done… He felt so confused and his throat became dry. He looked up and met Albus' eyes and his face was more than apologetic. "Hey, I'm sorry. Ignore my brother. He can actually be really nice at times… I don't know what his problem is today. He's just trying to mess with me."
Scorpius knew he was truly sorry, but he couldn't manage words out of his mouth. He pulled a half smile and tried his best to show no worry. But he was worried. He didn't know how to describe his feelings. He wanted to go home and talk to his father. His dad always knew what to say to him and his mum could sew any wrong feeling into a blanket of bliss and warmth.
The feeling of loneliness in such a crowded room caused his stomach to knot and his vision to blur. His eyes felt heavy and he suddenly became dizzy.
All at once, the Great Hall had molded together again when he felt thin, cold arms wrap around his waist. He could feel someone place their head on his shoulder and long locks of hair down his arm. He knew who it had been and the thought of that person had his tense body calm and his busy mind drain empty. The contrast of his warm body and her cold arms felt so right to him, and when they slowly began to slide away, he wanted to grab them, to stop them. He looked over at her and stared at her sweet face.
"I'm glad you're in Gryffindor. Besides, it's time for a change." Rose said, with a calm, soft voice and innocent smile.
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