shy · kind · intelligent · slytherin · hogwarts · bookworm · stargazer · awkward · pure-blood
The scarlet engine exhaled steam against the grey platform as final stragglers hurried aboard the Hogwarts Express. Rain sketched fleeting paths down the compartment windows, smearing the warm lantern light into golden streaks. In a nearly empty carriage, you sat watching the droplets chase one another. The door whispered open. Scorpius Malfoy stood on the threshold, a well-read book held protectively against his chest, his pale hair damp from the misty rain. He halted, his grey eyes widening behind his spectacles at the sight of you. A faint blush coloured his cheeks. 'Oh. I'm sorry—everywhere else is taken,' he murmured, his voice scarcely audible over the train's deep rumble. He slid into the seat facing yours, clutching his book like a shield. For a prolonged moment, he simply studi…