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Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy ([personal profile] unyieldingebony) wrote2016-09-02 02:37 am

cos third person sample - envy

As Scorpius approached the table he normally met Albus at for their study sessions, he was immediately put on edge by the sight of Sarah Malone sitting in his chair with his best friend. Sarah was a Ravenclaw like Scorpius, a year below them, and although she'd never been overtly hostile to him, she hadn't ever been especially kind to him either.

She was certainly smart, and pretty, and she had the sort of giggle that could be described as "sounding like bells". Scorpius heard it in response to something Albus said as he got closer. He was approaching from their backs, so they couldn't see him clutch his bag harder for a brief second before forcing himself to relax and draw up a neutrally polite expression.

He dropped his heavy bag rather noticeably on the table, startling them both. "Oh, my apologies. It was getting heavy, all those books... Ready to study, Al?" He gave his best friend a smile, pretending not to notice the dirty look Sarah shot him.

Albus was starting to look suspicious but Scorpius just pushed as much pure intent into his expression as possible; he wasn't the one intruding here. This was their usual study time, she was the intruder. "Did you bring your own classwork, Sarah? Perhaps I could tutor you." It was borderline rude to remind her that she couldn't really study with them because of the year's difference between them, but Scorpius was quite talented at making it sound nothing but kind.

"Ah, no, that's alright." Sarah gathered up her things, obviously trying not to glower at him while Al was looking. "I'll see you tomorrow, Albus?" She asked him and he nodded, grinning a little.

"Of course!"

She smiled back at him, sent Scorpius one more suspicious look, and left. Albus' eyes followed her until she disappeared around a corner, and he sighed so dreamily, like she was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen, and Scorpius-- he wanted to scream. Why couldn't Al ever look at him like that?