Hey all. Not sure about this one- I wrote it a few times and this is the one that I like the most. So here you go!

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Flames

Scorpius Malfoy was a good student. He was second in his class. He was a Chaser for the Slytherin team by his third year. He followed the rules, even though he was friends with two of the most troublesome students in their year. And in classes, he was almost always one of the first to get spells right.

Except those damn flames. When Scorpius had seen Rose create the tiny bluebell flame out in the courtyard that first time, he couldn't wait for Professor Flitwick to teach the rest of them how to do it. There was just something about the color and the way the flame flickered but never went out. It was really quite spectacular.

So, when Professor Flitwick had announced that they would be learning how to conjure portable flames, eleven-year-old Scorpius had sat at full attention and copied down Flitwick's every word. Rose was obviously the first to produce the flames as her mother had taught her before she had even come to school. Scorpius expected to be the next to produce the glowing blue flames but as the class period wore on and all around him his classmates produced their own personal fires, Scorpius grew agitated. Even Al had managed to produce the flames and he was horrible at Charms!

Class ended and Scorpius still couldn't manage to produce the flames. Al had shrugged and told him he would get it eventually and Rose had smiled at him in a way that Scorpius supposed was meant to be comforting.

Scorpius left Hogwarts at age seventeen long since having learned to conjure the silly blue flames. But he could never get them to glow as bright or flicker in the same eerie way as they did when Rose conjured the them- he liked the flames better when she made them.


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