Dear Mya,
The muggle cafe...well I'm not sure what to tell you. It's probably the most comfortable place I know.
I came across it a couple years ago and I hid inside of it. Don't ask me from what.
Anyhow after it was safe to come out I decided to stick around. I got a cup of coffee that tasted like crap and ordered a piece of apple pie.
The apple pie was delicious and I would give almost anything to have a slice of that pie every day.
Scorpius
Dear Scorpius,
If you had the pie every day it wouldn't be so special anymore would it? I wasn't going to ask what you were hiding from. It's none of my business.
My favourite desert is strawberry mousse cake. My father makes the best strawberry mousse cake in the whole world and if I ever learn how to bake (or make anything edible) I'm going to get the recipe from him.
My father loves to bake. I suppose it seems odd that my father bakes while my mother can't even put water to boil without something going wrong. But if it wasn't for my father's culinary skills my mum and I would either be broke from eating out so much or dead from poisoning ourselves with our own creations.
Alright, I'll admit that I do ask you a lot of questions. It just seems easier than trying to slowly manipulate you into telling me about yourself.
Sincerely,
Mya
Dear Mya,
Manipulate me? I hate that word. Manipulate. Control somebody. It's just not right. They give everyone their own rights for a reason. It's wrong to try and take that away from somebody.
You know what? I'm sending you my own list of questions. You better answer every single one of them.
One: Are you a morning person or night?
Two: Worst thing you've ever done?
Three: Do you like to shop?
Four: One thing you'd save in a fire? (Assuming everything living is out)
Five: What's your favourite quote?
Six: What's your favourite flower?
Seven: How do you come up with all your questions?
Sincerely,
Scorpius
Dear Scorpius,
One: Morning person. I love waking up.
Two: The worst thing I've ever done was... well I'm not exactly sure. I took part in the war; everybody did terrible things in the war. It was whether or not you were doing them for the right reasons that counted.
Three: No. I don't like shopping. At all. Well unless it's for books, then it's alright. I don't know how some girls can spend hours in a store looking for robes or something. It's extremely boring. I'd rather swim in the black lake.
Four: One thing to save in a fire? I'd save my books. But if there really was a fire I wouldn't be worrying about what to save I'd have my wand out and be putting out the fire.
Five: My favourite quote is by Maria Robinson: Nobody can go back and start a new beginning but anyone can start today and make a new ending. I love that quote. It's never too late everyone can change and anything can be changed.
Six: Favourite flower? I don't understand why you'd want to know but my favourite flowers are gardenias and stephanotises. They're beautiful.
Seven: I'm not sure. They just come to me I suppose.
Well there. I answered your questions, I hope you're happy.
Sincerely,
Mya
Dear Mya,
Well alright then. So you're a morning person. Ugh. I can't stand those people. How can anyone be in a good mood by waking up before ten o'clock? It's unnatural. We have nearly nothing in common.
You really love books. Is that all you ever talk about? Books? I mean in the real world. Not here. Here you just talk a lot.
I have to admit I'm kind of glad you don't like shopping. You know, you're not like the other girls I know. All they care about is clothes and all that crap. Oh and their favourite flower? Roses. Very predictable and generic answer. You on the other hand...gardenias and stephanotises. That's different.
The quote you sent was crap though. Sometimes it is too late and things are unchangeable. I don't believe the shit about how everyone can change and be better. And some things? They never change.
Scorpius
Dear Scorpius,
You have got to be joking, right? I mean you truly believe in THAT load of poo? Honestly, I thought you'd get it.
Scorpius everyone can change, but the only person who can change you is you. And everything changes, some things just take longer than others and some change in the blink of an eye.
Sincerely,
Mya
Dear Mya,
What if I said you've been doing your job really well? What if I said, hypothetically of course, that you've changed me?
Hypothetically,
Scorpius
Draco went into his dormitory and looked at the window, and there it was, a piece of light purple parchment sitting on the floor beneath the window sill. A letter. From her.
Draco went over and picked it up, it was still early and he had just come up from the common room to grab his bag before he went to breakfast.
He tucked the letter away into his bag to read later. Goodness knows he'd need something to do in class. Or at least something that was worth his time.
Draco went down to the great hall and took his regular seat at the Slytherin table; right between Crabbe and Goyle, and with Blaise and Pansy across from him.
"Hey, man," Blaise greeted.
"'Morning Draco," Goyle said with the food nearly dripping out of his mouth.
Draco sighed, "That's disgusting Goyle."
"Sorry."
"So, Draco," Pansy tried to look up at him from under her eyelashes but it looked more like she was half awake. He knew this as her idea of flirting and decided to get out of there before she had the chance.
"You know what? I forgot, I have to ask Snape about the potions essay. I should go now," he grabbed his bag and left before Pansy or any of the others followed him out and/or called him back.
He went to the potions classroom and sat down in the back. Snape looked up at him from the front but didn't say anything, just went back to his work.
Draco pulled the purple parchment from his bag and unfolded it. The inside was a soft white with writing written in black ink on it.
Dear Scorpius...
He began to read. So yeah, he had chosen the name Scorpius. Why? He didn't know. It was connected to his own name, Draco also being a constellation like Scorpius. When he chose the name he had been a little...concerned that whoever she was would be able to figure it out. She sounded smart enough. But he had gone with it anyway.
Maybe, just maybe, he wanted her to figure it out.
A/N: It's been awhile. Okay a long while. And this chapter is really short. But thanks for reading it and please review.
-Scarlett