You sit waiting for him to return. He said he'd be back soon, and you've been waiting for nearly an hour on pins and needles, just hoping everything goes alright.
You start to doze off in your chair by the door, but you hear him appear beside you. He looks at you quietly, trying not to wake you. "Scor," you murmur, voice portraying your tiredness. You scan his face for some sign of what happened. "Well?"
"They didn't really say much, not that I gave them much chance. Mother wasn't exactly pleased, but Father said it could be worse… I think he was a bit worried at first, when I said I needed to tell him. Probably wondering if I was stupid enough to get into the crowds he was in, back during the war, you know." Scorpius sighs, wrapping an arm around you.
"Get some sleep, Al," he says softly, helping you up. "Everything'll be fine, there's nothing to worry about." Scorpius smiles, and you grin back at him. "C'mon."
You let him lead you upstairs to your bedroom, saying quietly, "You're sure they're fine with it, then?"
"Positive. What about your parents?" Scorpius asks, worry crossing his face.
"You know they don't care, Scor."
"But did you tell them?"
"'Course. They're okay with it, nothing to worry about, right?"
"Right," Scorpius replied, chuckling softly. "G'night, Albus."
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For the Valentine Drabble Collection Competition (Pairing: AlScor, Prompt: On pins and needles) and the Represent that Character Challenge.