415 words
This was a complete disaster. Albus never should've gone to London in the first place, and now that he was there, everything was a mess.
He stepped off the train to go to his class and his bag ripped, spilling the contents everywhere. He tried to sweep everything up quickly, not wanting anyone to see what he had in his bag. There were some questionable items in there that Albus preferred no one saw.
"Oh, I'll help you," someone said, squatting down next to Albus. Albus cringed as he looked at the other person, a blond guy that Albus definitely recognized.
Great. It was just his luck. The one person that he didn't want to see.
"No," Albus said, scooping up more things, "it's really okay; I've got it."
"No, I'll help," the blond said, continuing to pick up Albus' things. He grabbed a photograph, just as Albus spotted it.
"No!" he said, trying to make a dive for it, but the other man already picked it up and was looking at it, confused.
"This is me," he said, holding the picture up next to his face.
"Er—" Albus said intelligently. Yes, it was a picture of him. Yes, the picture did come from his backpack. "No," he said, finally, licking his lips nervously.
"Yes, it is. Why do you have a picture of me in your backpack? I don't even know you."
"I'm Albus," he responded, giving the other person a grin. "And you're Scorpius. It's sort of a long story, that picture, really."
Scorpius squinted at Albus and then looked at the watch on his wrist. "My next class isn't for another hour. Explain."
"We go to the same school," Albus started, grabbing the pile of stuff he had amassed and standing up, "and my cousin put that picture in my bag, a while ago."
"Why?" Scorpius asked, giving Albus a bewildered look.
"I—sort of, maybe—have a little crush on you that my cousin kept on teasing me about and then she put that in my bag 'just in case I was alone on a Friday night' and then I never took it out and—" Albus cut himself off as he saw the look on Scorpius' face, a mix between 'weirded out' and amusement.
"Interesting," Scorpius said, taking a pen out from his pocket. He scribbled on the back of the picture and then handed it back to Albus. Albus took it and saw a number scrawled on the back. "Call me, maybe."