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scorpius & celeste

                “Merlin’s beard, Celeste, I’m… I’m mad for her!” Scorpius admitted, but instead of looking extremely pleased with himself for the confidence of finally saying it out loud–he felt disgruntled. He groaned pathetically before trotting over to his sister’s bed and falling face first into one of her fluffy pillows. It was a better blow than seeing grandpa and grandma’s disapproval in less than a couple of days from now. Scorpius turned his head to the side to stare at his sister, brows furrowed in worry as he went on, “I kinda care, you know? I have to. You know me. Grandma and grandpa… they’re not gonna be happy. They could accept mum because she’s a pure blood from the Sacred Twenty-Eight, but Lily… Lily is half-blood and a Potter, but I’ll be damned, the prettiest, fiercest and smartest one out there!”

                   Scorpius grumbled once again as he ran his hands through his face in agitation. “I’ve never felt like this about anyone. Not even Rose. Lily, she’s… she’s so different and kind, and loving, and adventurous, and happy and–Merlin help me.” He hasn’t told anybody yet, not even his mum. Although in due time he would, perhaps after he talks to Celeste. He suspected his sister already knew. She had a good tendency to read him over like an open book.  His green eyes caught a stray piece of paper from under one of his sister’s blankets and looked up to her curiously. “You writing letters to somebody? You ought to cough it up, Celeste. Who’s the lucky guy? Or girl, I’m not judging.”

Celeste couldn’t help but roll her eyes at her brother falling on her bed. He could be so overly dramatic at times. Especially when he liked a girl. Of course he cared what he thought. Her and him were two completely different people. While Celeste had accepted that she would never please their grandparents and she just didn’t care anymore, Scorpius kept trying because that was just who he was Part of her wish she could be like that– it was one of the traits she had grown to admire about the boy. Even if she just thought the blonde was absolutely crazy for doing so. She loved him. Sometimes. “It’s not like you guys are going to run off and get married and then get pregnant the first chance you get.” The brunette pointed out very clearly. “Besides, they’ll be dead by the time any of that happens, hopefully.“ She mumbled the last part mostly to herself. She could only hope. Sitting down on the edge of her bed, Celeste continued to listen to her apparent distressed older brother rant on about Lily Luna. Merlin, did he have it bad. Of course she knew Lily. They were in the same year at Hogwarts. “Well, what are you waiting for? Go tell her that!” The brunette urged her brother, smacking his arm. “If you don’t tell her soon, some other guy will and it won’t be pretty. I mean, she is a Potter.“ Her attention moving to the stray piece of paper peeping out from underneath the blanket. Of course it did. It wasn’t like she could hide them forever. They were the Malfoys, nothing ever stayed hidden for every long in their household. Celeste took no time in shaking her head and quickly taking it and folding it up. “Oh, definitely not. They’re just papers. No big deal, really.“

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lucius & narcissa

              So many years have passed since the war, and yet, Lucius still couldn’t be rid of the dark forces that loomed every now and then. Sometimes he woke up in screeching nightmares, scaring his wife nearly to death of his fathomable dreams of the Dark Lord returning. Not too many years ago, he was highly suspected of working with Theodore Nott, his son’s former Hogwarts colleague, in reconvening a time-turner to right the mistake that’s been done in 1998. The mistake of Narcissa lying to Voldemort about Potter’s death.

              But even he, after quite some time serving in Azkaban after the war wouldn’t be so daft as to imagine a world where the nose less bastard would have won. His grandson, Scorpius himself, had told him that it was dark when he had traveled in time with Potter’s child. He could never imagine it, and thanked Merlin and the stars it didn’t have to be that way. His thoughts of the past dissipated, however, when he saw Narcissa enter the manor’s living room. She always seemed to brighten every bloody room she came in, which was all he could ever ask for in this moment. “My dear, if you’re here to tell me that you’re worried about Scorpius too—-please refrain. I’ve already managed an earful of that from our daughter-in-law not two days ago.” He smiled at her wryly. “Either that, or you’ve finally considered my proposal to go on vacation. We’re not getting any younger, to the most unfortunate.”

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Contrary to popular belief, being Narcissa Malfoy was no walk in the park. Even if she always made it out to be. No one knew. Everyone always liked to think they knew what went on. In the Malfoy household, hell, even in the Black household. In reality? There was a lot more than met in the eye. Unless you were a Malfoy or Black, then you really had no clue. And Narcissa had the absolute pleasure of being both. Two wizarding wars. One son. Two grandkids, to which her daughter in law was poisoning their minds with her muggle ‘philosophy.’ Not to mention, a lot of memories she wished to forget within the manor. She didn’t regret lying to Voldemort though, not in the slightest. Draco was just a boy. And so was Harry Potter.

Astoria Malfoy sure knew how to talk. And the blonde knew she was her best bet. Narcissa could be reasonable when she wanted to be. She wasn’t a total heartless woman. Her heart was just very cold at times.It just depended on who you were to her.  Lucius... well, not many people could get through to him. Or anyone, really. Narcissa, though? She wasn’t afraid of him. She never had been and never would be. Entering the living room and seeing her darling husband, the blonde woman couldn’t help but roll her eyes softly. “We go on vacation for a little bit and all the sudden our grandson manages to elope with the Potter girl because apparently he's so in love with her or something.” 

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astoria & narcissa

              Astoria could not think of a more interesting summer than she thought of now at Malfoy Manor. There was so much happening at the moment, that at times, it was hard to keep up. On certain occasions, she wished that her and Draco had just moved the children to a different home. After all, the manor was plagued with dark memories–despite redecorating and renditions on the rooms involved during the second war. But the insistence of her in-laws were so vocal, that she had to give the whole affair an honest chance. It wasn’t fairing well for any of them now.

              Recently, Scorpius had admitted to taking a liking to the young Potter girl, Lily Luna. The news came to her at first, or at least she believed that she had known first. If anything, Celeste might have known before she did. And she wasn’t exactly sure how it went between Draco and Scorpius when her son had mentioned in telling his father himself. What she did know is that news of it has reached Narcissa and Lucius. Rumored whispers, they first assumed, but now they seem shaken at the thought. Hence why she decided to converse with one of them, Narcissa being the most reasonable she could speak with–for not a lot of people got past Lucius’s cold front.

               “You both act as if it’s the end of the world.” Astoria accused as she eyed the blonde woman, a lot less more subtle than she had intended. But she would feel for Scorpius’s pain if Lucius and Narcissa would not have agreed to the small infatuation her son had with Harry Potter’s daughter. “Must you both honestly decline any and all relationships that might taint your bloodline?”

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Words really got around nowadays. Especially around the Malfoys. It was hard for anyone to do anything without them, or any other of the sacred twenty eight, hearing about it. Sometimes, Narcissa Malfoy just didn’t gave a damn. She knew what was her worth her time and what wasn’t. This, however, was simply ridiculous. Scorpius, her pureblood grandson, taking a liking to not only a Potter, but a half blood? It was even worse that she was half Weasley and her grandson was around those blood traitors constantly.  As if being friends with Potter’s son wasn’t enough, he had to date his daughter too? The Weasleys had an opportunity to be great once upon a time, but they threw it all away for all those filthy muggles they were so obsessed with. What a shame.

“Is he serious about her? Or is he just trying to get over that Weasley girl that broke his heart?” Narcissa inquired as she looked over at her only daughter in law. Astoria and her might’ve not always gotten along, but at least she was pureblood and from the sacred twenty eight. Even if she preferred Draco to marry Daphne, there was no going back. Unfortunately. “Because if he’s not, we might as well save the poor girl the heartbreak already."

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astoria & celeste

              Astoria had been blessed with good health this morning and although her husband insisted that she stay in bed a little longer–she refuted him with the warmest smiles and sweetest of words. If there was anything she hated more, it was staying in bed and doing absolutely nothing productive. She was quite stubborn, and reluctant in her haste to get better. While the Healers say she might not ever, she’d proven them wrong on most accounts by giving birth to not one, but two children. She had quite a knack for showing people otherwise.

                 And truly, what better way to start her day by looking for her youngest child–Celeste. Her daughter had recently graduated from Hogwarts, and though it’s still early into the summer; she wasn’t quite sure if her daughter had any plans to work in the wizarding world. It’s been a topic they’ve been keeping off for quite some time, and while Astoria was often so patient, she couldn’t help but attempt to bring the topic out soon when she finally found Celeste in the gardens. Her daughter looked so much like her; the resemblance uncanny that she almost felt as if she looked into the mirror whenever she did to look at Celeste. “Beautiful morning, isn’t it?” Astoria asked brightly, stepping in stride beside her daughter to look at what she’d been staring at for, what she could only assume; some time now. “Makes me want to go down to London and shop for a bit. Get my motherly legs working. Would you like to join me, darling?”

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Although, the youngest Malfoy had the strongest desire to leave at the end of the summer, (or maybe sooner.) there was also a large amount of guilt lingering around. Her mother was sick, for Merlin’s sake. What would people think of her for leaving her mother? That she was an ungrateful brat that just didn’t care? Besides, what if her mother got worse? No… would she get blamed for her mother’s death? That she broke her heart and it was too much for Astoria to handle? She certainly would not put it above Narcissa and Lucius to do such thing. Celeste was over thinking everything far too much, but she couldn’t help it. After all, she was her mother’s daughter. Ever since she was a little tot, the brunette found some sort of tranquility in the garden. Even when most of the manor was increasingly haunting and she couldn’t stand any of it, the garden was her favorite place. It was also where she came to think. She wasn’t sure how long she’d actually been out there until she heard her mother’s soothing voice. By the sound it, the older brunette was feeling much better today. That’s all Celeste ever hoped for her mother. That the good days outweigh the bad days, but it always wasn’t the case. She absolutely hated seeing Astoria in any type of pain. It tore her apart knowing there was nothing she could do. She assumed it was the same with her father and brother. The youngest Malfoy nodded as she turned her attention to her mother. “I’d love to, mum.“ This was her chance. Her chance to finally tell her what had been going on. She just hoped she wasn’t mad for not telling her in the first place. “Also, mum? I need to talk to you something but I’m not sure how you'll take it.”

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scorpius & celeste

              Sanctimonia Vincet Semper—-the Malfoy family motto rang in his head as he quickly made haste to reach his sister’s room. “Purity will always conquer,” admittedly was the most pretentious thing he’s ever heard, and yet most pure bloods found the thought of it so honorable. It was all their society had grown used to–you cannot associate with mudbloods, you cannot be seen as friends with or anything at all with them. But his mother taught him so differently that he wondered what might have been like if it wasn’t so. It was like seeing through the alternative universe again where Voldemort won. The Scorpion King–he was called. Reigning terror and pain on anyone that got into his way. It was unimaginable, so painful to think of, that he almost stumbled on his way down the halls of the second floor.

                 What he was feeling now for a certain girl would not be approved by his grandparents, Lucius and Narcissa, hency why the motto rang like the plague in his head. It was like how mum and dad had struggled with their own relationship before grandpa and grandma finally gave in. He felt stuck in the same verse now, and when he had pushed Celeste’s door open without a shred of a knock or greeting, he blubbered, “I think I may have a crush on Lily. Likely more than that.” The admittance was so freeing, so genuine that he had to close his sister’s door behind him lest he wanted his grandparents to hear. Scorpius looked at Celeste worriedly this time. “I’m doomed, aren’t I?”

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It was a harsh to say you hated your family. Celeste didn’t hate them. She loved her mother, her father, and her brother, but she hated everything the Malfoys stood for. She hated that they lived in the manor where so many terrible things happened. Where Voldemort and the death eaters sat around the table. The thought made her sick to her stomach. Her mother tried her hardest to make it more homely, she did, but there was always this haunting sense of it. Who even knew what went on in her and Scorpius’ rooms all those years ago? Any chance she got to stay at someone’s else house or anywhere else, the petite brunette gladly did without a second thought. She wanted out. Out of the manor her and her brother were so sheltered in during their childhood, out of the family. Then again, that probably wouldn’t be too well received by any of her family members. Staring down at the papers sprawled all along her bed, she couldn’t help but sigh. Acceptance letters. To both wizarding and muggle universities, almost all in America. She hadn’t exactly told anyone about them. Or even that she was applying in the first place. With the sudden action of Scorpius of barging in, the brunette jumped and was quick to cover them up with her blanket. As she was about to tell him to learn to knock, she was taken back by his words. “Likely? Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy, you’re head over heels for her, aren’t you?” Celeste questioned, a small smile tugging at her lips. Were they really siblings if they didn’t tease each other over things like that? Nope. “Maybe, but hey, who cares what they think? I surely don’t and neither should you. If she makes you happy, then go for it.” The petite brunette reassured her brother as best she could. Celeste stopped trying to please with her grandparents a long time ago. Narcissa and Lucius Malfoy were the epitome of impossible. “Trust me when I say, nothing else matters, Scorp.”

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scorpius & draco

               Scorpius looked up from fidgeting with his sweatshirt to catch the arch of his father’s brow. Apart from his grandfather that would have been extremely terrifying if he had tried to explain something, it was obvious that his father shared the same look. Three generations of Malfoy men and he winded up to be the–how would grandfather Lucius put it? Ah!–softest among them. He was not ashamed of his kindness or rather gentle vision of life the way his mother had taught him. But it did leave a bitter mark on himself, hoping, really, that he could at least make his father and grandfather proud by his intelligence and wit. Perhaps that would not help this time, though.

               “I-I… I um… I wanted to talk to you about… Er, how about I get that for you, dad? Come sit down, have some tea! Mum made apple pie this morning!” Scorpius chirped nervously as he trotted over to take his father’s suitcase from him and set it down next to the living room single cushioned chair where his father often sat on. He started pouring two cups of tea for them, and then slicing up portions of pie as he went on, “I didn’t get in trouble, though! I’m never in trouble! Well, except for that one time with Albus with the, ha, time-turner, but–it’s nothing like that! Um… I-I wanted to talk to you a-about a girl.”

It was no lie that Draco was nervous about becoming a father. He never had such a great father figure to model himself after. However, he knew for certain that he didn’t want his kids growing up like he did. He wanted them to make their own choices, he wanted them to know that him and Astoria were there no matter what happened. So far, he liked to think he was doing a pretty good job. Neither of his kids hated him, as far as he knew, so he knew he could be the dad his own father never was. Still though, the older blonde couldn’t help but stare at his oldest and his nervous nature. Nevertheless, Draco sat himself down on his chair in the living room. Memories of the entire time turner situation clouded his mind. If him and Harry Potter didn’t get along before, they definitely didn’t when their sons were stuck in the past and creating chaos. Then again, Draco never once told Scorpius, or Celeste, for that matter that he wish they weren’t his kids. “Ah, the time turner… Thank Merlin, that’s all over.” He let out a sigh of relief as he then heard his son again. A girl. Draco knew Scorpius had been notorious for pinning after Rose Weasley for awhile, but he doubted it was her. “Okay… Who are we talking about here? Not the Weasley girl, right?” He questioned as he pondered over it for a moment. He did did have another idea but he hoped that it wasn’t the case. “Wait… it’s the Potter girl, isn’t it? Lily?”

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scorpius & lily

                Scorpius had the most ridiculous wide-eyed grin man would ever see to date when he saw Lily finally go through those doors. He almost tripped when he had stood up so abruptly upon seeing her. Could he be any more of such a clumsy boy? He always did inherit his mother’s clumsiness and rather exuberant attitude towards little and all things. His cheeks flushed when he realized how wonderful Lily looked. Fiery red hair that matched her fiery personality, and with the same jubilant attitude he had grown to admire from her.

                  “Lily, good morning! Wow, you look good! Not that you didn’t look good in the last few days or anything, but um–” Scorpius cleared his throat as he tried to stop the rapid-fire words of his nervously rambling, smiling at the girl sheepishly as he assembled the mess of his desk. A non-existent mess of his desk, anyway. “I’ve… I’ve had quite a long night, yes. Dad and grandpa helped out with a lead on the dark artefact, and I’m off to get onto it today. But guess who’s escorting me?” He asked happily as he wrapped his arms around his chest, not trusting his hands or his arms to do anything of the sort like running up to Lily and hugging her. Not that he didn’t want to. He really did, hence why he had to tuck himself in. “You! You probably already knew that before you cam here–but uh, yeah! Are you excited? Nervous? First day blues?”

It was the most cliché thing in the entire universe, she knew that. Like really Lily? Having a crush on your brother’s best friend? Then again, he was more than that. He was her best friend, too. Which made it even worse. Anything involving Scorpius Malfoy lately made her feel just a little woozy. Another thing she hated. When did it even start? All she knew was that she couldn’t let herself get distracted while they were here, this was important. There were people’s, including her own, lives at stake. She definitely just needed to chill out. Although, it was rather hard not to get distracted because he was, well, Scorpius. Lily loved everything about him. She listened to him speak, her smile inevitably growing bigger as he mentioned she’d be the one escorting him. “Actually, I didn’t… Grandpa Weasley doesn’t tell me anything anymore.” She let out a soft laugh as she shook her head. Not realizing just how nervous she was until he revealed they’d be working together. Definitely would make it a lot harder to keep her cool.“A little nervous, yeah… but it’ll be great. We’re great together.” The red head nodded, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. Her nervousness wasn’t that evident, was it? She certainly hoped that was not the case. “Well, come on, partner. Let’s go get that artifact, yeah?”

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astoria & draco

              Astoria brimmed brightly as she took out the freshly baked apple pie out of the brick oven. She would have preferred a regular muggle oven, of course–but Narcissa Malfoy, her mother-in-law per quote, “–would not have a blasted muggle contraption in my home!” Frankly, muggle contraptions are far more easier to work with, but Astoria decided to agree with it nonetheless. She could never truly satisfy her mother-in-law, even if she tried. Once out, she happily skipped–or as she tried to, anyway, with her frailty–towards the dining room where she saw her husband reading the Daily Prophet.

                She set the pie down before Draco, and after doing so, removed her oven mitts to place to the side. Astoria noted the lines on his forehead, mesmerized by how furrowed they were. It was certainly attractive, but also concerning. Already, she knew why he looked so worried. Scorpius had been assigned to get a lead on a wizard that harbored a dark artifact, which was a first for her son of nineteen. It is quite a dangerous mission, yes, but it seemed to be part of the job. She knew and had accepted the risks despite herself of her son’s career not too long ago. Although it seemed her husband hasn’t.

                “You know, the more you frown, the older you look.” Astoria teased with a little smirk as she sat next to Draco on the table. She brandished her wand and waved it over the pie she’d laid earlier as it magically cut itself into perfect slices. “Not that I wouldn’t love you any less, but I know your vanity often gets the best of you.”

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 If there was anyone who knew just how dark the wizarding world was, it was Draco Lucius Malfoy. A very dark place. And he wanted to do nothing more than his protect his very own family from the darkness that still lingered in the shadows. But his son running toward the darkness? How could he protect him when voluntarily run toward it?  Draco had always been iffy about his job, but if it made his happy, there wasn’t much he could do. Scorpius could make his own decisions. (Although, sometimes he wish he couldn’t.)

So deep in thought because of the newspaper, he didn’t even notice the pie set before him. He couldn’t really focus on anything but the articles on of course the darkness. ‘New Darkness Emerging?”  He could only shake his head. They were not going through that again. 

“I think you’re thinking of Lucius Malfoy, Tori.” A small smile tugged at the corner of his lips, as he folded up the newspaper, turningto face his wife. “Or possibly Harry Potter?” 

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scorpius & draco

              Nervously fidgeting with the left sleeve of his Slytherin sweatshirt, Scorpius waited for his father to come back from work. He knew that his father worked long nights during this particular season in the summer, and it always made Scorpius wish he didn’t have to do so much. He had a feeling his father felt the same way too, especially when he left him and Celeste to take care of mum while he was gone. It was pretty stressful on him, taking care of mum. Perhaps he should have been a Healer instead, help mum find a cure for her curse. But even the finest of Healers knew such ancestral maledictions were often too difficult to cure. And though he hated to admit it, they were just a little bit smarter than him, and he felt h e l p l e s s.

                He pushed the thought aside for now. That was not why he’d been waiting for almost the entire dusk up till’ night waiting for his father. Scorpius knew this could have waited in the morning, but his mum was too tired from work, and to be quite honest–he needed a male’s point of view. His father’s, to be exact. He wasn’t exactly keen on asking Grandpa Lucius. The man was grouchy in his old days.

                When he heard the door of the living room open, Scorpius bolted off his seat–almost toppling the table of tea and biscuits before him. As he dusted the invisible dirt off his sweatshirt nervously, he prompted in rapid-fire, nervous words, “Dad! Glad you’re home now. I wanted to talk to you about something. I know it’s late but… mum’s tired, Celeste’s busy and… I-I kind of wanted to discuss something that… that, er, you deserve to first know at least.”

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Exhausted didn’t even begin to describe Draco Malfoy at that very moment time. There was always something. Something to do. Something to say. It felt like these days he running on nothing but pure fumes. Mostly, he was worried about his family. Astoria was becoming even more frail, Celeste and Scorpius tried to take care of her too, and he knew how stressful it was for them. He wish he could do something. Anything. Yet, there was nothing. His wife would only get worse and he didn’t want to think about it. Being a Malfoy was never easy for him, but now? This was a whole new kind of difficult. 

And here he was again. Another late night, going home just to do it again in a few hours. Typically, he tried not too make much noise when he entered the house. However,   he became almost startled when his oldest quickly appeared. The boy's words making him somewhat nervous.  “Scorp.. what is it?” He replied as she arched an eyebrow at the younger blonde. “You didn’t get yourself in some sort of trouble, did you?”

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scorpius & lily

              Scorpius had been working non-stop all night, attempting to find a lead on the wizard that harbored a artifact that would kill any muggle within a 50 mile radius. It was concerning, as the the material contained dark magic they’ve never known before. His head of the department, Mr. Arthur Weasley, had assigned him to the task of finding the wizard in the hopes that he’d have some kind of lead due to his familial connections. It was both enlightening and, well, a little offending. But if anyone knew about dark artifacts, it was his father and grandfather. They had one lead, but it seemed so far away, he wasn’t sure it was going to work.

             The only thing that seemed to brighten his day was the fact that he’d be partnered up on the mission with one of the best people he knew in his life. Lily Luna had only freshly graduated from Hogwarts, but already she’d been assigned as an Auror escort to him during today’s search for his lead. He didn’t know if Lily already knew, but Scorpius had only just found out this morning when he entered the office, and he was, the most to say, quite ecstatic. He had missed Lily dearly, perhaps even developed a small crush on her since Rose’s clear dislike of him. But of course, he could never admit out loud just yet. He was, the least to say, a little scared to admit it.

             So he waited patiently, trying not to act like he wasn’t too excited–but that proved to be quite difficult whilst flying off his seat from his desk whenever he heard the doors of the office open. Perhaps he should attain some lessons from his dad about patience… and so he waited.

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The assumption that Potters’ were always brave, was complete and utter bullshit. The young red head wasn’t always brave as she hoped to be. She was scared to graduate Hogwarts and go off into the “real world.” Lily Luna was scared of a lot things, yet, she was never afraid of a challenge. So here she was. Seventeen. Freshly out of Hogwarts. Hopeful to be just as great as an auror as her father once was. (Although if you asked Harry and Ginny, that wasn’t their first ideal career choice for their little girl.) Arthur Weasley was still alive and kicking and Lily had never been so glad. When he offered her the opportunity to escort someone to finding someone else who held very dark magic, she couldn’t possibly turn it down. It was exciting. Even the more exciting that she was hoping to see Scorpius around, although she tried not to get her hopes up too much. The not exciting part? Not knowing who she was paired up with until the morning she got there. In fact, it was rather anxiety inducing. Opening up the door to the office, the first person she saw was a rather exhausted blonde. Still cute though. She tried to ignore the fluttering in her chest as she looked at him. “Good morning, sunshine.” The red head grinned, happily. “Didn’t get too much sleep last night, I’m guessing?” She teased.