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Two days ago, Scorpius had informed his grandparents that he'd finally stopped procrastinating and finished work on the cottage. He never asked them for ownership of it, though the thought had crossed his mind.
Not that he would have had to ask, anyway.
Because, though the winter hols are not for a few more months at home, Scorpius has been receiving gifts there too. With the fast approach of his return to Hogwarts, his family has presented him with three gifts: A silver pocket watch with the Malfoy crest etched on the back, a key to his vault at Gringotts, and a key to the cottage too.
He knows his parents were likely hoping for a better reaction than his excusing himself from their afternoon tea and all but running from the room, leaving the gifts and them behind for a moment to think.
He's an idiot, he knows, for leaving like that, but he's suddenly so confused. About what he had thought he had wanted and how he actually feels.
He's half-hiding in a booth now, with a new hat on his head and a new book in his lap. He traces the embossed letters of the book's title, lost in thought.
Not that he would have had to ask, anyway.
Because, though the winter hols are not for a few more months at home, Scorpius has been receiving gifts there too. With the fast approach of his return to Hogwarts, his family has presented him with three gifts: A silver pocket watch with the Malfoy crest etched on the back, a key to his vault at Gringotts, and a key to the cottage too.
He knows his parents were likely hoping for a better reaction than his excusing himself from their afternoon tea and all but running from the room, leaving the gifts and them behind for a moment to think.
He's an idiot, he knows, for leaving like that, but he's suddenly so confused. About what he had thought he had wanted and how he actually feels.
He's half-hiding in a booth now, with a new hat on his head and a new book in his lap. He traces the embossed letters of the book's title, lost in thought.