Albus was in History of Magic. Usually paying attention was easy for him because he found this class very interesting, but today he had given up paying attention to the preposterously boring Professor five minutes into the class. Albus was instead was thinking hard about how to solve everyone's weirdness and problems. He was quite good at it sometimes. Although he himself was weird and had numerous problems, he usually joined Rose as one of the unofficial counselors of their large family.

Suddenly his eyes flew open and he sat up straight in his chair-"I'm a bloody idiot!"-He exclaimed.

The entire class in a show of energy unusual for a class of Professor Binns', turned around and glared at Albus, he just interrupted their lovely day dreams.

"Care to inform us why you consider yourself of unfit mental status Mr. Potter?" Droned Professor Binns.

"I'm oblivious sir." Replied Al.

The rest of the class turned back around and returned to their varying states of slumber. Albus' existential struggles did not bother them nor require participation.

"Oh don't be so hard on yourself Mr. Potter, the Goblin wars are very complicated and require much studying, perhaps you should consult your wonderful cousin Rose."

"Er, yes sir, I will sir."

And with that Albus turned back to his empty paper and quickly began scribbling mysteriously. He stayed that way for the rest of class, leaning back and grinning at the paper like a mad man every once in a while. Albus was like that when he was thinking up his weirdest plans. He ran out of class as soon as the bell rang.

Scorpius moodily looked out the window and glared at the rain. Scorpius hated rain, snow too. I guess you could say that Scorpius hated all forms of precipitation. But that, sadly, is not the point. The point is that Divination was quite possibly the most boring class ever.

"Scorpy?" His wandering thoughts were interrupted with a quiet voice that was impossibly high pitched.

"Yes Angela?" Apparently his Divination partner had realized his lack of participation.

"Uh-class is over...Are you okay? You look distracted." That was an understatement.

"Er-it's just...exams an stuff."

She raised an eyebrow and winked flirtatiously, which is more difficult than it sounds. "I can help you study."

Scorpius stared at her dumbly for a few seconds. "Uh no, I'm good thanks."

Angela huffed and stalked off. Scorpius did not reject her very often and she didn't take it easily. She'd get over it soon enough. Rose would find her later that night in a broom cupboard with Josiah Goyle.

Scorpius stood up and hurried off to his next class, History of Magic. Despite being dead, and a ghost, Professor Binns had an affinity for catching late students as they were sneaking in. He had almost reached the door when someone grabbed his bag.

"Al! What was-that for? I'm-have to go-going to-late." Scorpius wheezed.

"Quick then!" Albus shoved a piece of parchment into Scorpius' hands and skipped off to enjoy his free period in the comfort of the Slytherin common room.

"Bloody wanker." Scorpius huffed as he walked into class. "Made me late."

"Watch your language Malfoy! 5 points from Slytherin. And an extra 10 for coming in so late." Professor Binns had a scowl that was extremely unbecoming for a ghost.

Scorpius gulped nervously and sat down. "Sorry sir." Ghosts are not Scorpius' favorite dead things, however, he did have to argue they are better than spiders. Anything is better than spiders.

He settled down to read the paper Albus had so rudely thrust upon him. Surely Al would have taken some wonderful notes he could copy later. Right?

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~Lavender