A Perfect Day...
Lily sat in the Ravenclaw common room, eyes red from reading late into the night. She barely looked up when Scorpius walked in. Her red curls bounced as she turned her head.
Scorpius leaned over her armchair. “Hi. Whatcha reading?”
“‘The Raven’. Do you wanna come over for the holidays?”
“‘Sure. Did I mention you look really pretty today?”
Lily knew this act. He had played this card many times before. “What do you want, Scor?”
He pouted, feeling read. “Nothing. I can be nice without a price.”
“No, you can’t. What’s up?” Scorpius smiled at her out-of-the-blue consciousness. She usually just stayed in the world of her book.
“Okay. I need a spell that can send better messages than my owl if I’m staying with you for Christmas.” Lily flicked her wand and a self-writing quill appeared. She muttered something under her breath and the quill wrote about a paragraph of information on the spell she had just thought of. “Make it EXACT.” He would have it be. This holiday would be AMAZING. His father would surely say yes. Scorpius heard a thump on the floor in front of the big fluffy chair he was leaning against.
“What happened?” Lily’s cat, Cinnamon, lay on the floor beside her.
“That bloody cat happened!” Lily straightened her blue tie and stood up. She had managed to save her book halfway down, earning her a nasty scar from the table.
“Episkey!” Scorpius grinned at his mastery of the spell. Lily winced.
“Let’s get to class. I WON’T be late for charms again because of you.” Lily marched down the dorms and walked out the door with a flourish of drama. Scorpius followed after her, grinning.
“You shouldn’t be in the Ravenclaw dorms anyway, Hufflepuff.”
“Don’t remind me.” Scorpius grabbed Lily’s blue tie and dragged her out of the tower, his feet aching from walking up and down the stairs to retrieve her.
“We skipped breakfast.”
“You...should’ve gone, then.” Lily grabbed her Quidditch gear.
“Chasers gotta chase!” Lily smiled. “Wingardium Leviosa!” Her bags floating above her, she walked on, grinning. Scorpius followed her into charms class, which was NOT double.
“Hello, professor,” He said. “I was just walking Miss Potter to class.”
“Thank you, Mr. Malfoy, but I think Miss Potter knows her way to her favorite class.” Flitwick laughed a bubbly little laugh and ushered Lily over to her desk. Scorpius walked away, holding up a small brown parchment with a flourish. She nodded and sat down.
“Potter, can you tell us about the Bat-Bogey hex? I hear you’re quite talented at it.”
She sighed. Just another perfect day.