#1.2
Five minutes in the compartment and Rose could get used to the silence. Her only living companion was the quiet boy sitting across her, and he was more than likely engrossed in his own book.
Really, why couldn't Al be as quiet as Scorpius?
As if sensing her thought, he glanced up and asked off-handedly, "So why did you come here on the first place?"
Rose blinked and then shrugged. "They were quiet at first, but when Quidditch came up… couldn't even hear the train moving."
He tilted his head to the side a bit, "You don't like Quidditch?"
"I do, but not as much as Al and James." She looked back at him and countered back, "And you?"
Scorpius smiled just a little bit before answering, "I do and I play, but I like the flying more than the sport."
"Hmm. I thought you're as much as a fanatic like them."
Not a few seconds later the door was yanked roughly to the side, and the Potters' came into view. "Rosie! We've been looking for you!"
Sighing, she muttered, "Talk about him and he shall appear."
From across him she could see an upwards tilt of lips before disappearing behind Norton's Star Atlas again.