"Heya Al, what's up?" Albus looked up from staring at the ground to see his best friend, Scorpius Malfoy. Picking at his green Slytherin robes, he answered,
"Nothing. I'm fine." Scorpius frowned and sat down next to Albus, leaning against the tree they were sitting under.
"Never said you weren't." Albus bit his lip and look away miserably. "What is it, Al?" Albus blushed a little.
"I haven't got a date for the Yule ball." Scorpius raised his eyes brows before laughing.
"And you're embarrassed about that?" Albus' cheeks grew more red.
"It's hardly my fault that I don't have a million girls lining up at my, begging me to ask them!" Scorpius smiled.
"That's just fine! I haven't a date either." Albus immediately snorted.
"Yeah right, I heard at least a dozen girls plotting to slip you some love potion at lunch. I even heard that Priscilla Parkinson was planning on hexing you if you didn't go with her." Scorpius waved a hand in no general direction.
"Forget her. If you're not going, I won't either." Albus smiled a million mega-watt smile.
"You real mean that, Scorp?" Scorpius grinned right back.
"Of course, you're my best mate."
