They're arguing again! If Father hadn't stopped at Madam Malkins to get us new sets of robes we wouldn't be doing this right now! Ok the robes were nice, well not nice nice, like handsome gorgeous drop dead nice. I look dam right sexy in them. Well anyway, after that Father went into Slug & Jiggers to complain, probably, his last order of octopus powder had been contaminated, or so he ranted for ages after coming home covered in guck. I went to Master Mobus' Parlour, it was just down a side street towards Knock Turn Ally. I honestly was there for like ten minutes, fifteen tops! And still when I came back Father was in there! I mean there can only be so much that you can rant about, unless he was ordering some shit again. I'd looked through the window, and he was leaning across the desk quill in hand while pointing at things around the store. Yeah he had been shopping.
Now we are here, standing in the flippin floo room while he 'talked' with Mother, it was the Beuxbatons talk again. Well at least she wasn't here to slap Father again like the last time. I walked behind Father to get a glimpse of her, she was pissed. And then there was her rant about my hair, and even just the fact that I want to stay here with Father and even just go to Hogwarts. A mugglesque school she called it, Beuxbatons was classier and honoured family traditions. Mother had went to Hogwarts! Her entire family had attended Hogwarts, and now, just because Her and Father had split up, and she ran off to France or Paris or Normandy so as she could be with Blaze Zabini. I know some things about him or his mother I should say, she's called the Black Widow, she makes husbands leave their wives to go and live with her, and then a year or so later POOF, their dead its always 'accidental' but it always happens, guaranteed. And they always left everything in their will to her, and maybe the tiniest amount of money to charity because after all they were purebloods and how rude would it be not to leave money.
I tapped Fathers shoulder and he waved at me in that shoo motion, 'go away Scorpius the adults are talking', yup heard it loud and clear. I moved and sat on one of the waiting chairs, uncomfortable things I think that's why Grandfather got them, so visitors wouldn't have time to feel at ease before he came to get them, or did he send elves? He probably sent elves, just a tad more unease before they met him. Yeah that sounded like Grandfather. If we hadn't went to get new robes for this dinner with the Potter family, and had just wore some simple dress robes that we already owned, we wouldn't of happened to run into Mother as we were trying to leave. Urgh we're going to be late! I threw a look back over to Father who actually looked like he was trying to end the conversation with Mother, with his constant repetition of 'No Astoria I need to go'. It was getting annoying now, I stood up and tapped him again, I didn't get waved off again, "Oh Astoria I need to go Scorp needs me!" and with that he stood up and ended the floo call.
"And now we are late Astoria, first impressions with the Potters is now ruined. We are going to be lucky if their floo is still open!" He spun round to face me, as if in a panic "Scorpius a gift! We need a offering, wine! The seventeenth century elf-made wine. Potter would like the spices, he always liked that sort of stuff, new things, yes. Mipsy!" The tiny elf appeared in front of him in her tiny pink dress thing, carrying the bottle of wine, haha the bottle was nearly taller than her! Father reached down and lifted the bottle by the neck, "Yes Mipsy this will do nicely!" He cast a quick cleaning spell of the bottle and a cloud of dust flew up in the air. He held a hand out for me, yup we're off now. I took the hand and walked with him into the fireplace, grabbing the floo powder with my spare hand, I coughed to clear my voice and tossed the powder to the ground "Twelve Grimmauld Place!"
I'm going to throw up! I hate floo, ohh the flux warp, the nausea from the flying fireplaces flying past! I bet apparation is no better, getting sucked through a tube and just appearing, that's what its described as. This is defiantly no better, the fireplace dust is everywhere, it sticks to your clothes gets in your eyes and down your throat, I've found it in my pockets before! Any second now, come on. Going to land now! Now! Right where is this place that its taking so long!
THUMP
Oh. Urgh yeah that feeling. Stand straight and breath for Circes' sake Scorpius! Mm slightly better, nausea is not that bad, breathe, yeah lots better. Achoo! Gross dust up my nose; I felt Father cast a discrete cleaning charm over me, that's better, now where are we again? Oh, um are we back at St. Mungos? I turned to look about the place, this looked a lot like the Newt Salamander ward from this morning, white walls, grey white marble ground, the odd muggle waiting room chairs, the retro chic posters, the pamphlets and then there was the floor to ceiling book shelves, not very St. Mungos. I walked over to the bookcase, even it was white! I ran my fingers down the spines as I read the titles; many were by Newt Salamander it seemed, but there were some older books, they looked charmed? The faint little sparks and glimmers about them a tell-tale sign, but why were they charmed, why were they important?
I stepped over to gaze at them, first edition Agrippa writings! Barnetts study of the mind! I could stay here for years, there were strange ones too, I know that Sinistra Lowes book 'The Muggle Conspiracy' is actually banned, not even, the books were destroyed, set on fire and burned to crisp! And then there were stranger books still the complete works of Gilderoy Lockhart, they defiantly didn't belong here. And at the end was an emerald backed book with silver writing 'Department of Magical Games – A Comprehensive List of Quidditch Fouls' I practically danced! Holy Circe! I pulled it from the shelve and opened it, ignoring Fathers annoyed grumbles of 'disrespecting property'. I could use this in next years Quidditch plays! Hell the team could actually win this time, if I flick through this then I can use a pensive to view them again and make note of them.
Each rule was elegantly lain out and displayed, and bellow it they had hand inked diagrams of figures committing the foul, several diagrams for some of the fouls. I wonder if Mr Potter would even let me borrow it, that would be so awesome of him! Could Father buy it from him? It could be my everything present for the next ten years!
There was a chuckle behind me, ohh the voice again! So smooth, so deep it just goes straight through me. I turned to face him, oh Mr Potter was all dressed up too, no he didn't look right. No, too tan, too tall, not right, but the green oh that did suit him. He looked very sophisticated and he just suited green. Yes green, such a nice colour. He walked towards me and took the book from my hands turning the pages and smiling faintly "This was a gift from the Ministry, my sons try to borrow it too. There's a charm on the shelve that alerts me when its lifted." He set the book back on the shelve, pushing it back only slightly so its spine ran level with the rest, and then he turned to Father.
"Draco welcome, sorry about the wait. I nearly burnt dinner!" He laughed as if it was funny, but why would he be cooking dinner? Elves prepare meals not Lords, he was Lord Potter wasn't he? He took Father by the arm, as of Father was some woman, though he didn't seem to realise. "Come on Draco, dinner awaits!" He made a large sweeping motions that even I sniggered at. "As you wish Potter, come now Scorpius, we shouldn't keep our hosts." Father walked with Mr Potter out of the door that he came from, I followed behind into the dimly lit corridor. There was something off about Mr Potter today, but just what? What distracted me last time I met him? His smell? That couldn't be it could it, I mean he didn't smell of anything. He didn't even smell of shampoo or body wash or anything. Wait nothing smells? He said dinner was being cooked, I can't smell anything being cooked?
"Mr Potter?" He turned from his chat with Father, replying with only a head tilt. "Why can't I smell?" A grin broke across his face and he turned back to Father and continued walking, "It's just part of the plan Scorpius, part of the plan. Come now, meet my family." The door we were walking towards opened as if by command, and shouts and clattering noises came flooding out with the artificial light. "Dad! James is eating the bread rolls!" A girls scream shouted, "James you should know better, you haven't even started your soup!" Was the reply Mr Potter sent back.
We entered the room, and were assaulted by colour, everything was mismatch! There was no organisation, none, not even a spoon matched! Then there were the children? James? Urgh he's the captain of the Gryffindor Quiddich team, he's cool an all but he is a huge flippen flirt an show off. Wasn't he dating the Ravenclaw Alice Longbottom? I think so they were big news after all, wasn't her dad Herbology? Dating a teachers daughter, you need guts for that, he stood to welcome us and sat back down. And there was the girl, Lola, Lily, Lucy? Something like that I think, she was being all proper an all curtsying to the Lord Malfoy and saying her thanks. She's a Hufflepuff? Yeah I think so, she's ok quiet like all the others. She's sort of cute, they say that she takes after her mother, smart, pretty likes Quiddich. Oh she got best in Charms at the end of last year, that's something!
And lastly was him, he was sitting there hiding behind some book. He was far too quiet. Even in the common rooms Albus Potter was a book worm, a straight O student, well all except sports, he never seemed interested in it. He was nice enough got along well with everyone, but he didn't have a click, so, to be alone in Slytherin is weird even by Slytherin standards, then again he was a Parseltongue, he had a snake at school! And they allowed it, said that special circumstances required certain privileges. It was a nice enough snake, it took care of itself like it didn't leave things about the place, rats or whatever, urgh. Through it did have a habit of shedding in the common room. "Albus greet our guests." The book slammed down closed on the table, and that was it. "Albus!" I flew across the room to him. YES HE IS MINE! I rubbed my hand down his cheek, so soft.
"Well Draco, we found your son in-law." And he laughed, it was a happy laugh. And the body below me moved in a silent laugh too. "Hello Scorpius nice to see you again. Want to sit, its dinner time?"