Scorpius Malfoy

"Her name is Victoire. She’s the oldest, tall, blonde,pretty. So, have you seen her?" Dominique said with a tight lipped smile, trying to ignore what he said after that. His tone didn’t indicate it to be mean, but that didn’t mean that she was okay with him taking a jab at her last name.

Scorpius pursed his lips in thought, unsure exactly how he was supposed to recall someone with such a vague explanation - there where tons of tall, blonde, pretty girls - hell he was looking at one right now. "You could be more specific, what she was wearing for instance? You're never going to find her being so vague; though you're the only blonde, pretty girl i've seen so far today." 

"Have you seen my sister?" She’s been looking for Victoire all over the place and she was simply unable to find her.

"Which one is your sister again? I swear there are so many of you Weasley's it's hard to keep track," Scorpius said, trying to recall ever seeing her with her sister. He was fairly sure she had a brother, but then again he could be mixing her up with someone else. 

*Removes his hands, holding them up innocently* Hey, what’s the snappy attitude for, hm? *He grins* Missed me that much?

You wish. *grabs a jar of jellybeans and adds them to his basket before moving on to the next stand* 

Albus couldn’t help but to laugh as he watched the possessive nature of Scorpius began to react to the sip that Albus had stolen from the mug. He found it funny that something as simple as sharing food could set off this possessive and oddly obsessive quirk that Scorpius had. Though he did find it amusing, Albus had a problem with it - after all, he was Scorpius’ best friend and sharing is indeed caring.

Scorpius quirked his eyebrow in the other boys direction, a smirk pulling at his lips at Albus' tone of voice. "Good to know," he said, pushing his chair away from the table. Once standing, Scorpius pulled a few galleons out of his pocket, placing them down beside the glass of butterbeer. He figured that it was more than enough to cover the drink and a tip; unless of course, the price of butterbeer had skyrocketed the last new months. Scorpius' idea had been good, in theory, the only problem was the fact that he didn't actually have any errands to run. The thing was, Scorpius wasn't ready to head home yet, however he also knew that staying at the Three Broomsticks for too long would guarantee to draw attention. Giving Albus a pointed look, silently communicating for him to wait a few minutes before following him out. Scorpius said his goodbye's and left the table, heading out and onto the cool autumn streets. 

*Grins as he sees Scorpius, making his way over* Well, well, well. Look who it is! My good old friend Scorpius. *He squeezes his shoulders roughly, a smirk growing on his face.* 

*rolling his eyes, Scorpius' brow cresses in annoyance as he recognizes the familiar voice* Scamander if you know what's good for you, you will remove your hands immediately.

Albus shrugged as he looked out the window toward the darkening sky. He had to have been away from the safe house for a few hours now. Albus knew that he should be heading back now that he had gotten the peace of mind he needed, but he didn’t want to let this time go just yet. A small smile graced his lips as he took Scorpius’ mug, taking a sip from it, and then setting it back down. “I should be going home soon, but if something came up, maybe I could be convinced to stay.” If one were to listen closely to the sentence Albus spoke, they would understand that he wanted more than anything to spend more time here - with Scorpius. 

Scorpius glared at Albus as he took a long pull from his mug, pulling it closer to him once the other boy placed it back down on the table. He couldn't help but think of what a little shit Albus was - he knew exactly what he was doing when he took Scorpius' drink, hell he was smiling. Besides, Albus knew his feelings on sharing; Scorpius never understood the concept of sharing food, if you wanted some of it, why didn't you just order one yourself?  "Well I have a few errands to run and I could use some company," he said, taking a drink from his mug and effectively finishing off the butterbeer, "but I wouldn't want to keep Mrs. Potter from her little boy any longer than necessary, she might get worried," he said, smirking. 

 There was a time when a trip to Hogsmeade was all it took to cure Albus of anything that was weighing him down, but not anymore. No matter what he did, his mind would always wonder back to the war - it was inevitable. Albus sat up in his seat, watching as Scorpius put the cup to his lips and back down again.

Scorpius nodded, figuring that although that wasn't exactly safe, it was understandable. After all, he would have been a hypocrite for berating his best friend for doing exactly what he had done himself just early that very same day. "Not exactly, though I'm sure it's only a matter of time before the house elves inform my parents that someone apparated out of the manor," he said, shrugging. Scorpius figured that he would be heading home to a lecture from his mother - not exactly the worst consequence - but Scorpius had better things to do. After all, there wasn't any way she could stop him in the future, he had just as much of a right to come and go as anyone else did. "You plan on sticking around for much longer?" he asked, taking a drink from his mug.

How was he handling things? Albus thought about it for a moment. He knew that if he complained to anyone else they would write him off as a spoiled kid of Harry Potter; an ungrateful know-it-all that got everything he asked for. Scorpius, however, was not everyone else - he was someone that Albus felt could empathize with him. It was the beginning of a new war and Albus felt as though all eyes were on him. The reputation of his father’s heroics set high expectations, some of which Albus thought were out of reach - at least for him anyway. “I am a little overwhelmed to be honest, Scor.” Albus said with a heavy sigh. “This war has shoved me - us - into adulthood rather quickly and I am not ready for it.” he finished, his eyes looking at the browning wood of the table the two sat at instead of at the other.

He nodded in understanding, this wasn't exactly the easiest situation to be in. Though Scorpius couldn't help but be slightly envious of Al, at least the other boy knew what he was doing - he had picked a side, he had a goal that he was working towards. Scorpius didn't have any of this - he was simply doing what was expected of him; he was a Malfoy after all and Malfoy's always did what they were supposed too. "I don't think anyone is ready for any of this, how could you be? It's not like they offer a How to Prepare for War class at Hogwarts," he said, "If they did, things could have already been over and done with by now." As his butterbeer arrived, Scorpius thanked the waitress as she placed the warm mug onto the table. "Does anyone know you're in Hogsmeade?" he asked, taking a drink from the steaming mug before placing it back down on the table. It wasn't hard to assume which side of this war Albus had sided with - after all Scorpius hadn't seen him in a few weeks. And yet here Albus was walking around in broad daylight without a disguise - yes Hogsmeade was neutral, but that didn't necessarily mean it was safe. 

Clutching his heart, Albus scoffed in mock pain. He knew that Scorpius was only joking - his humour was what Albus loved most about him. “Are you calling me fat? I gained only a few pounds since I saw you last.” Albus noted, the fake pain melting off his face only to show amusement toward the boys comment. Albus thought it was nice that nothing had change with the time that the two had spent apart. Cracking jokes and making fun of one another was the way they showed the rest of world what they already knew; they cared for one another.

"I don't know mate you look like you've packed on a few pounds to me. It's probably from eating all those sweets, you should really take a break from all your grandmothers cooking..." he said, letting his sentence trail off as he shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly. Noticing Albus' smile falter, Scorpius couldn't help but regret his comment, the words leaving a sour taste in his mouth; family was rather a touchy subject for the both of them and frankly he should have known better. It seemed, at least to Scorpius, that the odd sense of civility between and within their families had crumbled as tensions rose in the Wizarding World. All the being said, however, Scorpius would be damned if he lost his best friend because of it. Nodding in agreement, he quickly and effectively dropped the subject 

[Scorpius nodded, understanding what she meant. Everyone seemed to be in some kind of stalemate and despite the fact that it was a refreshing break from the last few weeks; Scorpius couldn't help the growing sense of dread in the pit of his stomach. After all, it's always the calmest before the storm] What brings you to Hogsmeade then - shopping?   

The peacefulness of his lone trip to The Three Broomsticks served to be some much needed time to relax and think about anything but the war. Taking a swig of the Butterbeer that he had ordered a while ago he began to reminisce about his old mates in Slytherin that he hadn’t seen in what seemed like ages. While it was true that he missed them, Albus knew the path that most of his Slytherin friends would take in this war, they were the enemy now. 

Scorpius rolled his eyes as the other boy laughed, shooting him a pointed look as if to silently communicate how ridiculous he thought the joke was. "Initially I was going to go with a cat - keep to the usual cliche, but I figured it would be unrealistic; there is no way a little cat would be able to drag your fat arse anywhere," he said, taking a seat opposite Albus. Turning slightly in his chair, he beckoned over the waitress, intending on ordering himself a warm mug of butterbeer. "As you should have - who else is going to willingly put up with you on a regular basis? I almost feel bad for your family, they don't get much of a choice," he said, a shit-eating grin still stretched across his face. Scorpius was never good with projecting emotions - frankly they made him feel awkward and out of place; but that didn't mean he hadn't missed Albus. After all, how could he have not missed his best friend?