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Letters to My Brown Eyed Beauty

Chapter Four

"Al," Scorpius asks, quietly. "What happened during summer? Would you like to talk about it?" He smiled slightly. Albus was shocked that he wanted to talk to him about what's going on in his life instead of talk about himself. Albus was used to his best friend deflecting and not wanting to talk about himself. "I only felt excluded from the family at times and wished that you were there to keep me company but other than that, I'm okay, Scorp. I promise." Albus answer him with a small smile, "I missed pulling pranks on the first years and eating Honeydukes chocolate."

Scorpius chuckles, "You were are a Potter, Potter," he wraps an odd arm around his mate's shoulder and grins. "Let's go prank those first years, eh?" The smile never reached his eyes and that worried Albus.

The two boys hurried to take their seats at the Slytherin table, beside their roommates. The boys had their attention directed at McGonagall, hoping they'd get some Slytherins this year.

Berkins, Liam.

Hufflepuff.

Nowak, Aniela.

Ravenclaw.

Albus shrugged and looked at Scorpius, "Do you reckon we'll get a newbie to the table?" Scorpius rolled his eyes, "I hate the way you talk at times and the answer is probably not."

Gilligan, Asher.

Gryffindor.

Jayson, Seraphine.

Gryffindor.

A groan comes from beside Albus, "Gryffindor isn't even special," spat Trayton Zabini, "Let them have the weaklings." He rolled his brown eyes and sat back in his chair. "Slytherin is only for the best," he added, winking at the other boys. His black hair was pulled back in a ponytail, and he always looked unapproachable by others.

Bryson Goyle chuckled, "I'm with you on that one, Zabini."

Turner, Jakob.

"This better be good," Thorssen Nott said with a smirk.

The moment the Sorting Hat sat upon the young kid's head, "Slytherin!" It bellowed across the room.

The Slytherin table clapped and Thorssen hit Trayton on the arm, "I had a feeling." Trayton shrugged him off, "I highly doubt that, Nott."

Parley, Jeremiah.

Slytherin.

Flaxley, Andrew.

Slytherin.

Sullivan, Philip.

Hufflepuff.

"Hey, look at that, we got three 'newbies'," Scorpius teased Albus, rolling his eyes. Albus grinned, "I can't wait to prank them and then teach them how to prank other first years."

"I have an announcement," McGonagall said, "Everyone quiet down."

The entire Great Hall went completely silent and all eyes were back on McGonagall.

"We have a transfer student," she smiled, "She has just transferred from Bauxbatons in France."

Bauxbatons was an all-girls school in France that taught Witches how to use magic.

Albus was quizzically looking at McGonagall whereas Scorpius looked as if Christmas had come already.

"Her name is Amelia Scarlett and I would appreciate it if you all made her feel welcomed," McGonagall continued while jesting at the door where a girl walked out of. She had long, curly, purple hair and big, soft, brown eyes. "If I find out anybody made fun of her for her accent, I will give you detention."

McGonagall stepped back and clapped.

Amelia Scarlett looked at the Gryffindor table with a twinge of sadness. She then looked over at the Slytherin table and caught eyes with Albus by accident and looked surprised in a way. She quickly looked away.

Everybody began talking loudly and pointing at the new girl. They were curious about why she'd transfer.

"Quiet please," McGonagall yelled.

Scorpius smirked.

"Miss Scarlett, please tell us what house the Sorting Hat has sorted you into."

"Slytherin," she mumbled. McGonagall looked surprised as if she was expecting a different house all together.

Amelia held her head up and smirked, "I vas placed into Slytherin, Headmistress."

"Alright, Slytherin, welcome your new class mate, Miss Scarlett!"

"Merlin's beard we've gotten lucky," Thorssen said, raising his eyebrows at Trayton. "We sure did."

Scorpius rolled his eyes at the boys, "Don't scare her away before she's even come over here."

Amelia beamed before sitting down on the table. Albus groaned and that caught the attention of everybody on the table. "Did I do that aloud," he asked which earned him a chuckle from the boys.

Scorpius' mood increased a lot from then on.

Albus was sitting on his bed, curtains closed. He loved that the sheets were grey, and the blanket was green. It felt like home in the dungeons. The room is square shaped, with olive-green walls, with snakes etched into the walls in a silver colour. All the beds had Slytherin curtains draped across them. The dormitory always smelled like boys who didn't shower enough.

There was a box in front of him with little snakes drawn across it. It was full of letters from Albus' Brown Eyed Beauty. He had kept every single one of them. He couldn't bare to let them go. She meant the world to him. His eyebrows furrowed as he thought about the fact he was keeping such a big secret from his own best friend.

'Should I tell him? Maybe that will prompt him into telling me what's going on as well? Best friends should be able to trust each other with their secrets, right?'

He opened the box and pulled out the first letter at the top. He closed his eyes and he took a breath in and wondered how her letters still smelled like roses, after all this time kept in a box. He chuckled to himself and began re-reading the letter.

'Dear Green-Eyed Boy,

How have you been? I've been good, if you're wondering. It was my birthday yesterday and we ate cupcakes and made fairy bread. My mother had learned just recently that when Muggles have birthdays, they make fairy bread. I thought it was lame, but my mother was ever so excited. So, I humoured her, and they tasted pretty good, Green. And I mean, amazing. I couldn't stop eating them which made my mother laugh and eat them with me. The best part of my birthday was that Granddad came home from work early and decided to take me to a Muggle football game. I laughed but he loved it. It was his guilty pleasure. The next best thing would've been getting to spend it with you, stranger.

Hope we cross paths one day,

I reckon I'd like that.

Until next time,

Brown Eyed Girl.'

Albus smiled sadly remembering that he got this letter a year ago and he too wished he could spend his sixteenth birthday with her. He had blushed the first time he read this letter and he still does to this day. He couldn't believe that she had wanted to spend her birthday with him. He often wondered why they wouldn't just arrange a time to meet. He reckons it was probably because of all the travelling she did.

"Albus?"

"Scor?" Albus answered, peering open the curtains. "Do you like Amelia," Scorpius asked, looking nervous. "She was nice," Albus shrugged, "Why?"

"Okay, goodnight," Scorpius said and rolled over and began to go to sleep. Albus was left confused and couldn't understand what the big deal was.

"Why, Scorp?"

No response.

"Scorpius?"

Also, no response.

"Oh, for the love of Merlin."