SCORPIUS

For the first time in months, he entered a packed Great Hall. There were people yelling, chatting and laughing together at breakfast. It was 8:00 and she was still nowhere to be seen.
I slipped in, quietly, and rushed over to the Gryffindor table in hopes of finding her cousin.
I didn't know a lot about Albus Potter.
He was a replica of his father, green eyes, black hair and the same amount of curiosity as me.
We got along well together, he supplied me with information, and so did I.
He was the reason for my 'Obsession'.

'Malfoy'

I heard him calling my name from behind me. I was shocked, it was well past 10pm and the was usually no one else in sight. The hall outside the kitchens was silent.

'What do you want, Potter?' We never bothered to be polite with each other, we weren't close enough to be considered friends. We were, how should I put this, allies.

' I need help. I want to find out what's wrong with Rose.'

That shocked me. Rose Weasley wasn't someone that people worried over, or someone that people brought up in conversations. Unlike the rest of the Golden Trio's family, she wasn't talked about. The media thought she was boring, with excellent grades, no detentions and no gossip. She sat at the back of the class and never raised her hand, her family didn't know much about her, and didn't bother to fix that. She was a ghost in the halls. Nothing more.

'What do you need to know?' I questioned, trying to get more information out of him.

'She's not, well, normal. She doesn't understand other people, or the act of communication. I'm just worried for her, how is she going to make it in life without knowing what people are like?' Potter responded. He was a constant worrier of the future. He loved to ask the 'what comes next' kind of questions. This is why we don't see each other as 'friends'. I focus on the present and the past, he's all about the future ahead of us.

'What does that have to do with me?'

He shifted slightly, slowly walking closer to me.

'Because you can get people to open up to you, and you're the only one I trust with her'

'And what do I get in return?'

'If you get her to open up to you, she'll tell you everything. Nobody notices her, which means theyspread their secrets infront of her, because they don't notice she's even watching. Isn't that what you want? Knowing everything about everyone?'

I shrugged, what harm could it do?

'Sure.'

'Albus Potter' I sneered, standing behind him, 'I need to have a word.'

He nodded, excused himself from his girl of the week, who was sprawled across his lap like a blanket. She huffed, turned and started flirting with Sam Colby, a brown haired boy, flicking her blonde hair over her shoulder. I watched her twirl her finger
in her hair, an attempt at being flirtatious, as Colby was trying desperately to ignore her hand travelling up his thigh.
Potter stood up and follows me out of the hall.