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Scorpius
As Scorpius walked away from Lily's compartment, he couldn't help the urge to walk straight back in, simply to be near her. As always, he was completely shocked by the depth of his attraction for Lily – Scorpius was a little nervous, truth be told. He had developed a 'little crush' on Lily last year, when he happened to notice that Al's little sister had filled out and was becoming a woman. Sadly, his attraction was stronger than ever, when Scorpius had purposely attempted to forget her over the summer, in the hopes that his non-brotherly feelings would wane. Scorpius and Lily's relationship had always been turbulent – violent arguments were common between them. Lily had always been doted on by her three older brothers, so when she met Scorpius she expected the same treatment (a perfectly natural thought, Scorpius now conceded). However, Scorpius himself had no living relatives of his own age and so had no idea how he was supposed to behave towards siblings – he tried to follow Al's lead (it worked well for Al's brothers – pretty much ignore them) but when Al's mother dragged him off outside to help garden (they both vehemently refused his help) Lily (who he had so far managed to mostly ignore) had stated she was hungry, and Scorpius should make her a sandwich (with all the imperiousness of a queen). Al and Ginny had been shocked to hear a shriek of rage from the kitchen and rushed inside to find Lily trying to pull Scorpius' head off by his hair whilst kicking his shins. To this day, Scorpius had never told anyone what he had said to Lily. Scorpius had no idea how he managed to do it – every time he saw her, Lily would seem so smug about something secret, and he couldn't seem to resist a snarky comment and the argument would escalate until Lily would attack him.
Scorpius' grand plan of inviting Al over to Malfoy Manor to avoid Lily hadn't worked of course, Ma Cissa had insisted on inviting all of the Potter's over for Sunday dinner every week, and when Scorpius saw Lily's happiness he couldn't help but wish to be a part of it – he wanted to be a part of everything to do with Lily Luna Potter. Of course, Scorpius could never speak to Lily without upsetting her, yet Lily was even more beautiful with her eyes alight with fury, her hair practically crackling with flame and all her attention directed at Scorpius.
Not that Scorpius liked Lily or anything – she was, after all, Al's annoying little sister – she just had really pretty hair that he knew would feel silky smooth and beautiful sapphire blue eyes that Scorpius could gaze into all day … Scorpius frowned. He was almost waxing poetry now … Maybe it was time he got himself a proper girlfriend (up until now, Scorpius had maintained a policy of casual flings, so that 'feelings' would not come into it) to forget Lily; Scorpius knew that Albus loved him like a brother, but if Al ever found out Scorpius had been thinking inappropriate thoughts about his little sister … not to mention if James and Teddy Lupin found out – they would bring the whole extended Weasley-Potter family down upon him! Interestingly, Scorpius thought that none of his relatives would mind all that much – the live ones anyway. Grandfather would resist at first, but Ma Cissa would soon convince him – Ma Cissa and Scorpius' mum could convince that most angelic of beings' into the most depraved of acts – and they were both suckers for 'love'… After all, Grandfather had been given an ultimatum after the Battle of Hogwarts – they had almost lost their only son (Scorpius' father, Draco Malfoy) and Ma Cissa had told him if he wouldn't break away from tradition then she would – a divorce was as unheard of in the Malfoy family as a 'good' Malfoy was (Scorpius knew this story verbatim – Grandfather was terribly fond of repeating it at the Christmas lunch – they always made eyes at each other too – bleugh!)
"Oi, wait up Scorpius!" Irritated at his musings being interrupted, Scorpius turned around to shoot his best Malfoy glare (it made full-grown muggles on the Underground stutter), only to find that Hugo had stopped by the trolley and wasn't even looking at him. He was buying as many fizzing whizbees and creamy nougats (these being his favourites Scorpius knew well) as could fit into his various pockets (courtesy of his mother, who knew Hugo would forget his own wand if he didn't have somewhere safe to put it) and so completely missed Scorpius' chilling glare. One of the Weyland twins noticed Scorpius' ire (of course – they always knew where trouble could be found) and elbowed the other twin, who winked at Scorpius.
"Buck up Scorp; the feast won't be long now, and we can all laugh when he tries to eat five things at once." Al patted him on the back, making Scorpius' mouth twitch into a half-smile. It was pretty funny when Hugo ate, and the twins should be properly distracted so Scorpius would be able to do some investigating – he intended to find out just how badly Al would react if Scorpius were to show interest in Lily –
"Oh Scorpius! Is that you darling Scorp? Oh I am so glad to see you; it has been far too long darling." Scorpius stiffened, and turned slowly. A tall buxom brunette sashayed towards him, a saccharine smile upon her lips. Scorpius straightened, the cold Malfoy expression appearing like a shutter over his face.
Josephine Zabini had come to his attention two years ago; she had been making her way through the boys in her year – he had briefly considered making his interest known to her, yet Scorpius had reasoned that he was the one who left his partners and Josephine could dint his rep: it had nothing to do with overhearing Lily and Evie consoling a tearful broken-hearted Hugo.
"What do you want, Josephine?" Scorpius drawled. Josephine faltered momentarily, clearly not expecting such a cold reception. An instant later, the sultry look intensified – Josephine leaned in, trailing her fingertips over Scorpius' chest. "I just felt that we should, you know" – here she wet her lips with the tip of her tongue, almost as if she were nervous about what she wanted to say (which Scorpius knew was ridiculous – he had seen her practise this manoeuvre on students when their girlfriends were right next to them) "spend some quality time together soon," Josephine finished on a breathy whisper.
So, Scorpius was to be her next conquest? He found he couldn't even think of an appropriate response (a rarity for him, to be sure) and took Ma Cissa's advice (another rarity – her advice was usually too filled with being nice to be of any use) he walked away without another word. As he casually brushed off her clinging fingers, Scorpius couldn't help compare Lily to Josephine. Although Josephine was assuredly one of the hottest girls at Hogwarts (especially in her see-through top) Scorpius could easily see how shallow she truly was. Normally that would not bother him – she was perfect for a one-nighter, but lately Scorpius had been wanting something more, maybe with a different sort of girl to his usual brunette's, perhaps red-gold? Scorpius scowled. There he went again! He noticed a door open in front of him and stopped quickly – the person coming out crashed into him anyway. He braced himself and caught the person, feeling unusually compelled to be nice; Scorpius could smell strawberries and instinctively knew it was … Lily! Damn it all, he was supposed to be avoiding her, and now she was in his arms, gazing up at him, smelling lovely … his arms automatically tightened around her, not willing to let her go.
Lily muttered "Err thanks, you can let me go now, Scorpius." Scorpius debated refusing – he wanted her to say his name again – his real name, not Malfoy like she usually called him – when he realised what he was doing. Scorpius let go of her so quickly she stumbled and almost fell over. When Lily had righted herself, her and Grace immediately turned and strode away, pointedly ignoring him, clearly still in a huff from earlier. Evie hovered a moment and gazed wistfully at something behind Scorpius. As she hurried off, Scorpius glanced behind himself, but he could only see the twins, who were laughing as Hugo hovered two feet above the floor, literally bouncing off the low train roof and complained about his sore head, his ginger hair sticking in every direction, and looking quite dishevelled as his shirt untucked again.
Scorpius sighed; who was he to understand girls – he just wanted to stick to his potions and become an auror (the first Malfoy ever) – Scorpius would prove those bloody Scamander twins wrong.
Ella
Sapphire Ella Ginevra Lovegood floated dreamily down the train aisle. There really was no other way to explain it. She was busy contemplating the meaning of life from a unicorn's perspective and as she could not stand being stuck in a stuffy compartment – especially with that Gryffindor boy and his friends – she was searching for somewhere peaceful and quiet. Ella did not see herself the same way as most of the student body did – at the present moment her gossamer buttercup yellow sundress (it had an empire waist, the skirt was long and drapey and covered her feet) her natural gracefulness and her dreamy expression actually made Ella look like she was floating. She had been reading the Quibbler (her grandfather's magazine – most enlightening) when he and his friends all but stormed her compartment. James Sirius Potter II (Lily and Albus' older brother) had smirked at her then announced that all the other compartments were full and so they would simply have to share hers. Ella did not usually bother with negative emotions (they attract nargles), but James always managed to irritate her – he was always winking and smirking at her: disrupting her thinking patterns was one of the only things that could upset Ella (aside from cruelty to others and close-mindedness). Although laughing and yelling students sometimes ran past her, Ella still found the train aisle more peaceful than the compartment– maybe it had to do with her ability to block people from her mind (well most people anyway – Ella found it quite difficult to ward off the negative energy Josephine Zabini exuded: especially as she was clearly up to something).
In the summer Ella lived with her grandfather. Her mother always came home after the first week and took her travelling (Ella's mother travelled the world in search of rare animals) and dropped her back home the week before summer ended. Ella loved her mother just the way she was – yet sometimes she felt like there was something missing in her life – Ella almost thought it could be loneliness. With her wavy waist-length platinum blonde hair loose (decorated with items she did not wish to misplace) and the dreamy look in her sapphire-blue eyes, most people steered clear of her. Louis Weasley never had though.
Perhaps because Louis' own parents have such misleading outer surfaces he had been inspired to look for the person beneath the surface. Whatever it was, ever since her first week of Hogwarts, when Ella had been in the owlery trying to convince her pet crow Boudicca to make friends with the other owls (she had not held much hope though, if the students were not friendly to her uniqueness, why would their owls be?) Louis had been curious about whom the strange girl was with a pet crow, and had decided to help Boudicca and the owls make friends. Several scratches and cuts later Boudicca and Lucifer (Louis' barn owl) were hunting together and Louis had become a fast friend with Ella – purely because spending time with her was 'enlightening' and he would not miss it for 'all the homework in the world'. Ella always enjoyed her 'chats' with Louis, although not so much his friends.
Even though Louis was Head Boy and an upstanding student; his best friends were James, Fred II (James' cousin), Jack and Chris, who were currently residing in her compartment. James, Jack and Fred were serious pranksters, and Chris was a thrill seeker who specialised in creating havoc – this was precisely why he was chosen for Keeper for Gryffindor and Fred for Hufflepuff (Keepers were notorious for suffering the most injuries – Ella had only watched several Quidditch matches, yet she could confirm that Chris and Fred certainly suffered an alarming amount of injuries) – James and Jack were also the Gryffindor beaters and famous for their good looks. Although many girls swooned over Chris' rugged looks, he never could manage to keep interested in them long enough to properly date anyone. Fred had always been a great gossip point for the other girls in Ella's dormitory – the first Weasley to ever make it into Hufflepuff (the only other Weasley's who had been Sorted into a house other than Gryffindor were Victoire and Louis in Ravenclaw – later Rose was as well) – and most importantly he did not fit in well with the other Hufflepuffs. It seemed Fred had been trying to pull a complex prank, but managed to get Sorted into Hufflepuff instead. After his parents had a meeting with Headmistress McGonagall and Professor Sprout, Fred settled down (by settled down, he accepted that he would be a Hufflepuff – the pranks only intensified when Fred met Chris). Ella had to admit that James was the best looking, though – he was the perfect height for a male (at least 6'3"!) and had the most wonderfully muscled body – ahem, not that Ella made a habit of looking or anything, she never looked actually, had never even thought about James to be honest – in fact, at this very moment, Ella was thinking about the meaning of life from a unicorn's perspective. They really were quite intelligent creatures – certainly the most beautiful. They had that rare quality about them, when something becomes all the more beautiful because of its innocence.
Ella was quite happy with the successful changed in thinking topics, until she realised she had wandered almost all the way back to her compartment. She halted, feeling nervous for an unknown reason. Ella was saved from having to decide whether to attempt the company of James, Jack, Fred and Chris – or the Raiders, as they called themselves; by Louis, who was patrolling the train. "Ella! Great to see you, how was your holiday?" "Quite interesting, thank you. We were in Peru, investigating the Peruvian Vipertooth." "Oh, I don't believe I've even heard of it truth be told – listen, I'm sorry to be so brusque, but I was looking for the Raiders. You haven't happened to see them, have you?" "Yes, they are in there." She pointed into her compartment. "Thanks Ella!"
Louis rushed in eagerly, only to rush back out immediately, hands clasped over his face, a disgusted look on what she could see of his expression. "Dungbomb! It's me you gits!" He yelled back into the compartment. Only, because his face was obscured by his hands it sounded like "Unom! Iss ee oo isss!" James, Jack, Fred and Chris quickly followed him out. "Chris dropped it! He was juggling and got distracted." James yelled back, coughing and spluttering. Ella calmly noted that a small enclosed area does indeed amplify Dungbombs. Jack noticed Ella standing there and elbowed James. James seemed to turn redder, if that were possible. "Err, sorry Lovegood, I'll just clear that up." He whipped out his wand and the putrid fumes disappeared instantly. "Err, well, err, there you go. Umm, after you?" He swept his hand towards the compartment in a grand motion, and then proceeded to stare at Ella.
They all seemed to be all staring at her expectantly actually. Ella shifted uneasily, not used to all the attention. Then she understood. They seemed to want her to go into the compartment! Boys – they made less sense then Transfiguration! "Please accept my apologies; although the Dungbomb seems to have gone, the nargles have not." Ella felt that she had probably better enter the carriage, she hated being rude, and maybe they would all stop the staring. She settled herself in the far corner noticing that there seemed to be all sorts of cogs and metal things littered across the floor. James noticed the direction of Ella's gaze and said eagerly "Sorry about the mess, we were just making oof – " he was cut off by Jack's elbow into his stomach again. "Err, that is, err, top secret" He elbowed Jack back (even harder if that were possible, Ella was sure they would both have bruises) before seating himself exactly opposite her. Jack and Chris crammed themselves next to him, and then continued their staring. Even Louis and Fred seated beside her appeared to be waiting for her to do something. Ella did not appreciate being made to feel like a circus animal on show and so did the only thing logical. She fished her copy of this month's Quibbler out of the pile on the floor and concentrated on the article her mother had written concerning the Peruvian Vipertooth for the rest of the train ride.
A/N: So please please review, I welcome all input – especially if you have any tips to help me write better! The next chapter should be uploaded within a few days – who wants to hear what Lily's thinking?