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

[unfortunatename]

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

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[golden_line]

Narcissa is wandering past, but stops when she sees him out of the corner of her eye, thinking he's her son, and turns to give him a small smile. Then, getting a closer look, the smile fades slightly, replaced by a somewhat puzzled frown.

[unfortunatename]

Scorpius turns to her (it takes a moment to realize who she is), flabbergasted. "Grandmother?"

[golden_line]

Her eyes widen. "I beg your pardon?"

[unfortunatename]

Oh. He hopes he hasn't offended her-- after all, if she's taken the trouble to take an Anti-Aging Potion, maybe she doesn't want to be identified as older than she is. "Aren't you-- aren't you my grandmother?"

[ebonyjaenelle72]

Jaenelle notices this rather sad picture and will come in and frown at the book bag. It should lift off the ground about a foot and a half or so, if it worked.

[unfortunatename]

He watches, nodding appreciatively at the bookbag. "How did you do that?"

[ebonyjaenelle72]

She gives him a smile. "A little bit of magic, but you're a wizard, so I'd guess you know about that. A slightly different type from your own, perhaps."

[unfortunatename]

"Oh." He reaches out and prods the bag with his fingers, then points his wand at it and focuses on moving the bag from side to side in the air. "How does it work?"

[little_asp]

He notices his year mate and goes nearer. "Hi, Scorpius, isn't it?"

[unfortunatename]

"Yeah, that's me." He stands up straighter, straining to look a little less pathetic. "What's your name again?"

[little_asp]

"Al. Well, Albus really, but no-one calls me that."

[unfortunatename]

"You're in Slytherin, aren't you?"

[notthatjames]

Here's a look that's a mixture of suspicious and 'awww, ickle firstie'. "Need some help?"

[unfortunatename]

Scorpius watches the older boy with equal care. "No, thank you, unless you can mend my bag."

[notthatjames]

He shrugs and pulls out his wand, pointing it at Scorpius' bag, and mutters "Reparo," grinning. "Want a lift for it, too? James Potter."

[unfortunatename]

"That's all right. I can lift it." He hesitates upon hearing James' name, standing between his father's usual reactions to the surname and what he's read in books. "James Potter?"

[i_want_a_broom]

You look familiar...do I know you?

[unfortunatename]

Maybe. *tilts his head at her* I'm Scorpius Malfoy.

[i_want_a_broom]

*She's already met her own kid today, sooooo* Malfoy....that must be why. Draco Malfoy's son, then?

[unfortunatename]

Yes, he's my father.