A/N: Aaand the third drabble for today!

This one is not only epilogue-compliant, but also Scorpius-centric. Yeay! I lovelovelove little my Scorp~! Hee~!

Word count: 226


Scorpius had always been fascinated with the ornaments that his dad kept on the mantel in his office. He often sat in the study with his dad, working on the projects his tutors had given him while his dad did 'grown up' work that had something to do with the Ministry. He'd had plenty of opportunity to stare at the various little trinkets and wonder about them.

It didn't take long before his curiosity got the better of him and he climbed up onto the armchair by the fireplace and stood on tiptoe on the arm nearest the fire. If he stretched, he could just about brush his fingers over a sculpture of a dragon.

As his fingers brushed it, it came to life, stretching its wings and roaring, a little burst of flame shooting from its jaw. Scorpius stared in wonder, and a wide smile spread across his face. He held out his hand and the dragon, after sniffing his fingers, stepped onto his palm.

He settled into the armchair, with the dragon cupped in his hands. It snorted smoke and rolled onto its back, and Scorpius saw something etched on the dragon's belly. Curiously, he leaned over and peered at the marks. It was writing. He tilted his head, attempting to read whatever was written there.

'For my favourite Dragon.

All my love, Charlie.'