lost boy (BatSpider and Scorbus)

ϟ the platform ϟ

/FIVE YEARS LATER/
Peter drifts through the platform just like the white smoke encircling the crowd of wizards. He puts on a very friendly face to everyone, even the terrifying band of Slytherin from his year.
A further, greater smiler spreads across his face when he sees them coming through the barrier. A black mess of hair anyone would recognise, topped with rounded spectacles. Harry Potter and his family. Harry's youngest son, Albus, breaks from the family and marches hurriedly through the crowds almost as soon as they get through the barrier. Peter watches as Albus collides with his friend and the small and very very awkward smiles that follow. Peter fumbles for his camera from his bag and snaps a photo of them, smiling as he thought about developing it later and enchanting it to play the hug over and over. Peter makes his way over. After the events of last year, Peter had taken more notice to the two. Albus only had Scorpius Malfoy at school and Peter thought that just wasn't right and had to change this year.
But two different, non-Malfoy blond haired boys block his path. They each sling a arm around Peter's shoulder.
"Pete! How was the summer, dude?" One asks. Peter smiles agitatedly at them both. Lysander and Lorcan Scamander, a Ravenclaw and a Hufflepuff.
"Great! How was the Nargle hunting?" Peter asks.
Lorcan laughs. "Some how I think she's going even more around the bend! I think she'll have one in time for BeastCon!"
Lysander guides Peter towards the train. "Come on, Smiths found a great compartment!"

*

Zabini throws his head back in laughter. "They're a joke, the pair of them!" He glares over at Potter and Malfoy. "I wonder how many points they'll lose us this year. I bet that was the Potter plan wasn't it? Infiltrate Slytherin and make sure we lose every house competition." He says.
The group laughs sans Bruce. This makes Zabini glare at him. Bruce smiles lightly and shrugs. He never much cared for Blaise when he got problematic and mean, which he often did.
"I'll go find a compartment, okay?" Bruce asks.
Zabini nods. "Do what you please, Wayne."
Bruce closes his eyes and shudders for a moment. He hated that. Both being called 'Wayne' and being told to do what he please, he could never do that.