First year

Frustrated, I slammed my bag against the wall of the Ravenclaw Common Room. A first year shouldn't have so much homework! I had also completely forgotten that there was a full bottle of ink in my bag, the contents of which was now slowly creeping across the floor towards the blue rug.

I sat down on the ground in a huff, very close to tears, my spirit broken. Why couldn't I be more like my mum?

"Are you alright?" A boy's voice asked.

I looked up and saw a small, pale boy looking at me. Oh, I remember him from the Sorting. Mum and Dad had told me about his family. What was his name…

"Um, yes." I sniffled. "What's your name?"

"Malfoy," the pale boy said. "Scorpius Malfoy." He extended a hand to help me up. Maybe I wouldn't have to be broken for long.


Words: 144.

(A/N: I love writing this. Also, I've posted a new Scorose fic you won't want to miss. ;) You're welcome.)