"Swish and flick, swish and flick..."

[unfortunatename]

Drag, scrape, wand-prod, mutter, sigh. Drag, scrape, wand-prod, mutter

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[sweariwontdie]

"Do you need some help there?" The boy looks remarkably like Draco, and Armand is burning with curiousity.

[unfortunatename]

Scorpius turns toward him and does a double-take; he wasn't expecting someone so obviously a muggle to be here. "No," he says, pocketing his wand as discreetly as he can and hoping he's not been seen doing magic. "I'm all right on my own."

[sweariwontdie]

"Are you certain? You seem lost. And you look like--" But he shakes his head.

[unfortunatename]

"I'm all right," he says, trying his best and muchly succeeding at not looking frightened.

[sweariwontdie]

"I'm only asking because you look new here, and new people often... feel lost. Are you new?"

[unfortunatename]

"Yes. But I can find my way," he says, every bit as confident (or at least outwardly so) as his father might be.

[sweariwontdie]

"If you need assistance, you can always ask me for help. I'm Armand St. Just."

[unfortunatename]

"Right," Scorpius says, wondering exactly how to get rid of a muggle-- it's not as if he was raised around them, after all. "I'll remember that?"

[sweariwontdie]

Armand shakes his head and turns to go, muttering, "Wizards," to himself.