"How about this one?" Al asked, stopping in front of an almost vacant train compartment.
Rose halted and peered through the compartment door's window.
Inside sat a blonde boy with pointed features.
Roes hesitated, the boy seemed familiar.
Then it hit her: this was the boy her father had warned her about, only moments ago.
"Can't we find another compartment?" Rose pleaded.
"I don't know. It may take a while, and there's no guarantee." Albus responded.
"We could always sit with James and Fred."
"I guess, but what's wrong with this one?"
"Nothing...I just dont like meeting new people."
"Well, you'll have to start likeing it. We still have plenty of people to meet," Al reasoned.
Rose figured he was right, but that didn't mean she had to like everyone she met.
The next thing she knew, she was staring into the most beautiful smoky, gray eyes she had ever seen.
The eyes of Scorpius Malfoy.
