At Charms this morning, I wasn't paying attention. I watched him instead. He spent the whole lesson writing things in his blue notebook, even when we were supposed to be practising a new charm. It made me curious. What did he write?
I skipped lunch to finish reading Northern Lights. My fingers were itching to start drawing the characters. My mother had sent me a box of beautiful watercolors.
As I sat down I heard a scribbling. In fact, it had always been there I'd just failed to notice it until today. I looked around for it's cause and saw Scorpius Malfoy, writing as always in his blue notebook. I slowly made my way to him, hesitating with every step. I stopped when I finally reached his table.
"Er, hello." I said, feeling slightly akward. He gave no sign of having heard.
"What are you writing?" I tried again.
"Poems, songs and descriptions mostly." he answered, not looking up.
"Can I read them?" I asked, curious. He finally looks up at me with his beautiful grey eyes, but they look defensive.
"They're personal." he replied shortly.
"Please?"
"No!" he insisted.
I sat down in front of him and finished reading my book. He was still scribbling, so I took out my sketchbook and drew his face. It came out quite well till I had to do his eyes. How to represent those two pools of mercury?
"What are you doing?" I heard him ask.
"Drawing." I answered
"Can I see?"
"Only if you let me read what you wrote." I bargain.
He sighs in defeat and hands me his notebook.
"Only while I look!" he says, taking my sketchbook. I start reading:
I mounted my Saturn 3000 and kicked off the ground, flying higher and higher into the sky, up and away, until I couldn't even see the shape of the Manor in the distance.
I saw the sun rise and break the sky into a million pieces of light, with shards of cherry pink, orange,magenta, indigo, light blue, red and yellow, all in different shades. I laughed with pleasure at the beautiful sight. Sitting on my broom, I felt like I could do anything. I felt boundless, ready to jump at the ground and miss. Finally, for the first time this summer, free.
"These are really good!" the writer's voice said, handing me back my sketchbook. "I love this one!"
He was pointing at an abstract landscape I'd drawn a few days ago.
It was a enormous green meadow, with a single red tree in it, and a small white figure dancing. A stream trickled through it, and you could see the faint silhouette of a castle in the horizon. In the sky the moon shone, next to a much bigger planet that was covered by the clouds. (A.N. I've got this as my profile picture if you want to see it.) It was my favourite too.
"Does it exist?" Scorpius asked.
"It does for me." I murmured. "I like what you wrote! You're so lucky to be able to fly! I wish I could."
"What makes you think I can fly?"
"...well, you wrote about it. You must be able to!"
"I'm awful at flying. I was imagining what it felt like when I wrote that. Why can't you fly?" he asked.
"I wasn't accepted in the Quidditch team and that's the only place I can fly." I didn't mention I'd failed to enter on purpose. With James as captain and Albus as Seeker, I'd rather stay being the bookworm. Now I couldn't even fly at home in case they saw me and guessed I'd been faking my fear of heights and complete clumsiness.
"Hmm..." Scorpius looked at his watch and jumped up. "Merlin! I'm going to be late for Herbology again!" he said, grabbing his bag and running out of the library. I looked at me watch and jumped up too.
When I got out to the moving staircases and made sure no one was about, I slid my bag on my back and slid down to the ground floor on the banister.
I've decided to continue this story. Sorry if this chapter was kind of bad compared to the first one . Please review and tell me if you liked it or not.
