Scorpious Malfoy was right.
He had received a howler the very next morning. I'm surprised his father didn't come take him away right now.
"Al? What the heck is this?"
"It's a howler Scorp," I smirked. He just gulped. He stood up from the breakfast table, we werent supposed to sit by each since we were in different houses but we didn't care, and nobody else did either.
"Come with me into the hall," What? He wanted me to come with him?
"Scorp…"
"c'mon please?"
"Fine, ok!" We stood up and wandered into the hallway. Once in the 3rd floor Corridor, Scorp opened the howler.
"SCORPIOUS MALFOY!" We both shuddered at the sound of Draco Malfoy's voice.
"It's just gonna get worse…" Scorpious looked more afraid than he had before.
"BEING IN SLYTHERIN IS A FAMILY TRADITION! AND YOU END UP IN RAVENCLAW?" I swear you could hear the howler from the Great Hall. It shook the floors.
"AND HOW COULD YOU BE FRIENDS WITH A WEASLEY? EVEN A POTTER? I NEVER THOUGHT YOU COULD STOOP SO LOW! YOUR LUCKY I DON'T COME TAKE YOU HOME RIGHT THIS INSTANT!" The howler ripped it self into pieces. Scorpious slipped to the floor. I felt like could break through the wall. Theres nothing wrong with Weasleys or Potters.
"Potter! Malfoy!" Scorp and I almost hit the celing.
"Y-yes Proffesor Flitwick?" Scorp managed to choke it out. I stood still furious at Scorpious' dad.
"Why arent you two in the Great Hall?" We just stood there like the statues on the walls.
"Scorpious g-got a howler," Flitwick looked at Scorp with undersatnding eyes.
"Well just , go back to the Great Hall," He turned on the spot and went up the stairs.
"That was a close one."
"No kidding Scorp!"
We stared at the pieces of the letter.
What a waste of a howler…