Inside the Walls of Hogwarts

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"All Seventh Years with free periods are to remain away from classrooms in session."

Inside a giant, ancient castle — one that has been around longer than the Seven Wonders of the muggle world — the sharp, authoritative voice of a woman echoed off the walls of the main corridor. Her pointed black hat was still characteristically slanted over her grey hair and her spectacles were on the tip of her nose, helping her read the terms off a long scroll of parchment.

"Sixth Years, it is recommended you inquire about extra lessons if you failed to pass your O.W.L.s," continued the Headmistress of Hogwarts, Minerva McGonagall.

Turning the corner into the main corridor, Scorpius Malfoy marched in to command attention. Every step of his was effortlessly suave, inherited from the generations before him. He strut with a smirk on his face that seemed to be permanent, never failing to be followed by the smug glint in his silver eyes. His robes were open carelessly, exposing his white button-up and Slytherin tie haphazardly hanging from his neck (a look so messy that could be considered an insult to proper decorum, but on him was a unique style). His disheveled blond hair, slightly wavy in some places, glowed white under the morning light pouring in.  

"All right, Scorpius?" said a passing witch, blushing furiously despite trying to remain confident.

He smirked when the grin he had given her caused the girl's friends to giggle like bewitched fanatics.

"Mister Malfoy," but soon the moment was ruined when that authoritative voice called out to him. "You are attending lessons, correct?"

"Of course, Headmistress," replied Scorpius as he adjusted the strap of his leather schoolbag over his shoulder, giving her a coy smile. She narrowed her eyes at him. "First day of term. I can't explain how excited I am." 

McGonagall was not a teacher one ever crossed, she could detect a lie from miles away. "With brains like yours, Mister Malfoy, I don't doubt that to be true. Then again, you inherited more of your parents' fancy for rule-breaking than their thirst to be academically challenged."

"I'll have you know, Headmistress, that I make my mummy proud." McGonagall snorted at this, causing Scorpius to feel triumphant (as much as the old woman liked to show otherwise, she had a liking for him). "As for the rule-breaking, I am offended you think so poorly of me. I assure you, I earn Slytherin points." 

"Attend your lessons," warned McGonagall. "I will not tolerate any misbehavior from your part this year. Understood?"

Scorpius saluted the Headmistress before proceeding onward, his innocent smile transforming back to his original, infamous smirk.

"'I will not tolerate any misbehavior from your part this year'," with a mimicking voice (in a whisper in case McGonagall's cat-hearing decided to kick in), Albus Potter shoved his elbow playfully into Scorpius' side. "She says that every bloody year."

"And yet she doesn't give it up," Scorpius returned, reaching over to ruffle Al's naturally disordered hair. "Ready for the new term?"

"Hogsmeade this year, mate. How can I not be looking forward to this term?" said Al with obvious sarcasm. "I mean, going to some overtired village will really make this experience the best."

"That's the spirit, Potter—" Arriving on Scorpius' left,  Angelo Zabini completed the trio of Slytherin friends. He was built with a doze of his own swagger (less arrogant than Malfoy's, but definitely more flashy) and an aloof tone that contained a slight Italian accent that added an extra umph to his already alluring essence. "Embrace the change. Breathe the freedom. Pluck up the courage to finally ask that witch you've been daydreaming about all summer, then snog her lights out in the Three Broomsticks!"

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