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Letters to My Brown Eyed Beauty

Chapter Five

"Al, wake up!"

Albus rolls over and begins groaning. He narrows his eyes angrily as he spots unmistakable platinum blonde hair. Albus looks at him wearily before sitting up. "Am I late for class or something?" He croaks out, confusedly. "No," Scorpius chuckles.

Albus raises one eyebrow as a question.

"I couldn't wait for you any longer, sorry. I thought you'd be up already."

Albus shakes his head, "Sorry," as he begins to remember what he was dreaming about. He felt weird that he wasn't dreaming about his brown eyed beauty last night. 'Why Scarlett? What's so special about her?' He wonders to himself.

Albus pulls the green blankets off him and looks back up at Scorpius. "Do you mind? Quit staring if you want me to get up. I can't get dressed if you're looking at me," he chuckles and begins wiping sleep stuff from his eyes.

"All right but be quick! I'm starving."

Albus throws his pillow at his best mate, "Sod off ya prat!"

Their room mates were nowhere to be found.

On the right side of the room is Spencer Waymire bed that was neatly made as always. He hated making a mess. He loved everything clean and in order. His trunk was tucked under his bed. To the right of Spencer's bed, was Mycale Sawyer's. His bed was unmade, and clothes were falling out of his trunk which was half peaking out from under his bed. The bed close to his is his best friend Tate Westfall's bed. His bed was half made, and he had piles of clothing on top of the bed. Those two were inseparable.

Albus began walking out of the room and down the hallway. The hallway is wide and painted a shamrock green colour. It stretches out only to the number of dormitories in that hallway. The door to Albus' dormitory has a silver plate on the door that holds a list of the names of the boys who live in that dormitory; Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy, Albus Severus Potter, Spencer Waymire, Tate Westfall and Mycale Sawyer.

The dormitory across from them holds these names on the silver plate; Bryson Goyle, Trayton Zabini, Thorssen Nott, Riley Schafer, Jonas Rowell.

The archway to get to the Sixth-Year hallway is the fourth on the right side of a larger hallway that has emerald green walls and has a silver plate on the right side of it, saying 'Sixth Years'.

Albus meets up with Scorpius in the Common Room. He's wearing his white button-up shirt with the top buttons undone and untucked from the black trousers. His green tie is hanging loosely around his neck. His appearance appears shrivelled up. It earns himself a chuckle from Scorpius. Albus rolls his eyes back and they begin walking to the Great Hall for breakfast.

"I slept wonderfully, if you were going to ask," Scorpius chimes in as they sit down. "Also Amy won't be sitting with us today, I told her to make some friends, you know?"

Albus didn't even ask which confused and alarmed him.

"Zorpius."

Scorpius' head shot up along with Albus'. Amelia stood there with a smile. Her hair was naturally cascading down her back and her hair was less curly and messier. It appeared wild and untameable. Her brown eyes looked tired but she attempted to hide it.

She looked at Albus and nodded at him.

"Amelia is it?"

"Yez."

Albus found himself smiling at her, loving her accent.

Scorpius cleared his throat and the both snapped their eyes back at him.

"How was your sleep?"

"Grea'," she said, grimacing. "Why do you look so tired?"

Amelia took a seat next to Scorpius and shrugged, "Girlz."

"What do you mean?"

"Y'know the usual; Alwayz 'alking loudly and gozziping."

This earned a chuckle from Scorpius.

The sounds of birds surround the Great Hall as the mail arrives. Albus begins pulling food onto his plate, not really noticing the mail. He was starving and couldn't wait to eat. It was just then a bird flew by and landed in his plate. Albus groaned, "Why?"

"Calm down, Al, it's only a letter."

"Oh yeah, it's from my parents," he lied as if it was almost natural.

Albus picked up the letter, smiling at the familiar sensation of muggle paper. Only she wrote to him with muggle paper when she was out of parchment.

Albus begins reading it after realising everybody's disinterested in the letter.

'Dear Green Eyed Boy,

I feel awful that your summer was horrible. I hope you didn't feel too left out and that your mother calmed down a little. All mothers are the same, am I right? Always smothering us and trying to give their opinion on everything. I've gotten used to it. I've accepted that my mother loves to be apart of everything with me. Green, I know you're awfully curious as to where I've been travelling to all summer, but I'll tell you this: I'm staying with a relative and even though its tenser than it is as home – it feels like my second home. They're family, even when they try so hard not to be.

And I can't help but love them, even if I wish I didn't. If they found out I wrote letters to a boy half way across the world, I'm sure they'd freak it. But that's the fun, isn't it? The secrecy and the sneaking around. I had to write this on muggle paper because if he noticed more parchment missing, I'm sure he'd be begging to know where it's all going.

Until we meet again,

Brown Eyed Girl.'

Albus smiled down at the letter, knowing that she loved to avoid his questions. She sometimes gave little clues and sometimes big ones, like photographs, but she never stayed in the same place long enough.

She loved her secrets too.

Albus only hoped that the future for them was as bright and would cross over sooner rather than later.