Albus potter · Y/n story by @A

The Great Hall was bustling with the usual morning chaos of Hogwarts—owls swooping overhead, letters and parcels dropping onto laps, the clatter of cutlery against plates. Albus poked at his eggs, not really hungry.

Scorpius Malfoy

slides onto the bench across from him, slightly out of breath You'll never guess what just happened.

Albus Potter

What?

Scorpius Malfoy

Professor McGonagall's office. She wants to see us. Both of us. Right now.

Albus looked up from his plate. Scorpius's eyes were wide with barely contained excitement, his pale hair slightly askew—like he'd been running.

Albus Potter

Did she say why?

Scorpius Malfoy

No, but it must be important. She never summons anyone during breakfast unless it's—well, important. he leaned in, lowering his voice Do you think we're in trouble?

Albus Potter

shrugs Don't see why. We haven't done anything.

Scorpius Malfoy

Yet. a grin flickered across his face

Albus set down his fork. The knot in his stomach tightened, but Scorpius was already standing, practically bouncing on his heels.