It has already been a while since night have fallen on the world. And it is only when darkness takes over every spot light once took, only then mankind remembers what it feels to have a lighthouse, standing solid and fierce as a rock, assuring protection and pumping back hope to each one's heart.
Alas, many ones take it for granted. Only people who life enjoys kicking them off every damn step they take, only those truly recognize the feeling of despair sinking into their bones while darkness is taking over their hearts and minds. Then, aren't they the ones that really sense the vitality of that spoke of light?
Enough of this boring philosophical speaking right now. Let's go back to our dear young wizards whose train has just arrived to what they love to call second home, Hogwarts. Well, mostly of them like to call it that way, let us not generalize what can not be generalized. Different voices' echoes started to float in the whole perimeter, laughter and joyful conversations pouring from each compartment into the deck and filling the whole atmosphere, with that bubbling energy that only youngster possess. At last of that line formed by all those happy enchanting faces marching towards the castle stood the one and only who made it all look like an awful oxymora, because it is certainly Scorpius Malfoy who we are talking about. There he walked, his face as cold as the coldest iceberg on earth, his features as motionless as a medieval painting, his movements as fluid as a black panther but as firm as a peaked rock. At least, that is what the other students felt, and that is what led them subconsciously to leave a respectful distance between them. However, underneath every tormented sea-surface laid the most peaceful world. That is the best metaphor to compare Scorpius at that instant. His mind was calm, his muscles were loose. He was spiritually far away from all the brouhaha that surrounded him, that when he stepped into the castle, he didn't believe he was already there. He didn't remember the two second-year students leaving a diligence right after he stepped in, or the pointed finger that a group of fourth-year wizards "aimed" at him when he passed closer by. But Malfoy wasn't the only one getting the attention…
Not very far ahead, the diligence where were sat the "fantastic trio" children was surrounded, everyone wanted to get in. James and Fred were making some meaningful jokes to loosen up the air a bit, Lily was pissed-off even if she hid it well under her usual mask. "What a bunch of hypocrites, she thought to herself. They are only waiting for us to leave to start saying what they really think…" It was when Rose flipped secretly her wand under her cape that the diligence started to move towards the castle.
-I'm sorry. I don't know what happened to the invisible Thestral. See you at the feast, Roxanne yelled to the disappointed crowd they left behind.
-Oh, cut it out already, Lily exclaimed. Do you really think they really care about who we are? They only want to get close to us to become popular among the others and the professors.
-You really should loosen up a bit, big sis, Albus said mockingly. They are doing no harm.
-Besides, Lil. Sis, James added, sometimes it's cool to know a new somebody, to freshen up the air, see? So stop getting so angry or no one would want to talk to us again, deal?
-I'm not getting angry. I'm just stating what you stubbornly obstinate to ignore. And how many times I tell you to call me Lily…
-We know, Rose sighed, okay Lily? We know. Hugo is suffering from it so much. He couldn't stop asking me what to do during the whole summer, and right now I'm scared for him just knowing that he preferred to sit with his new friends. But what do you want us to do, huh? They are our classmates, we frequent them every hour of every day each year. We can't just cut ourselves from everyone else. All we can do is stay true to ourselves, and keep a good work-relationship with them. We already have each other to trust and to count on. For me, that is fairly enough.
-That is the most boring speech I have ever heard, Fred snorted
-And two minutes ago, we could swear that no speech is more boring than Binns', James roared
- Beware, dear poor professor Binns, Roxanne chuckled, your conqueror has arrived to cost you your second death!
And like a perfect harmonica, they all bustled laughing their hearts out, even Lily who finally started to ease.
Everyone took their seats in the Great Hall, waiting for the first years to make their entry, some excited, and others hungry or sleepy, as for the little ones in the corridor, they were scared from the test they'll have to take to be sorted into their houses. Conversations still lit up the hall when the "little snots", as James liked to call them, finally "honored them with their shitty presence", as James once again loved to say. He was "starving", would you mind. The sorting hat once again sang about harmony and unification, even if the Gryffindor murmured they would die rather than befriending any snake, and the same went for the Slytherin. Finally, after filling their stomachs to the uttermost, and too tired to linger, every one joined their dorms for a cozy sleep, the prefects, among them Rose, guiding the little ones through the tricking Daedalus Hogwarts' corridors seemed to represent.