The Next Generation - Harry Potter

Scorpius Malfoy

Me and Albus were sat on the Slytherin table on the right of the Great Hall. I knew I would be sorted into this house like my father but I wasn't expecting Albus to be in here too. I started the feast but Albus looked down cast. My eyes scanned the hall and landed on a pretty girl with freckles and curly ginger hair out of the way in a pony tail. Rose Granger-Weasley, on the Gryffindor table. I only realised I was smiling when Albus prodded me with the end of his spoon.

The Slytherin common room was a large, underwater room with scarce light and windows to the greenish lake beyond. A lot of the students here were burly and unfriendly looking. Me and Albus, who had cheered up a bit after the feast and was now talking about what he thought the lessons would be like, "defence against the dark arts sounds ok, but I bet I'll be hopeless at it", walked up the cold stone steps to the dormitories. It felt like I was right under the black lake as the walls were dark green, so were the hangings and the uniforms laid out for us. I drew out a dusty copy of Hogwarts: A History and pored over the intricate illustrated pages. Albus rolled his eyes slightly as my face lit up when reading about the history of the castle. I looked up and smiled at him, but he had already turned over and pretended to be asleep.

In the morning, we pulled on our new cloaks and went up to the Great Hall. On receiving our timetables, I realised the first lesson we had was herbology.
The glass of the greenhouses reflected the orb-like sun and the wind sounded like small pebbles hitting its surface. We all crowded around a long wooden table, rolling up our sleeves and craning our necks for a better view. We were emptying Puffapods of their seeds but the trouble was, flowers sprouted whenever the seeds hit the table of the floor. Me and Albus were working at the same plant and were surrounded by blooming pink flowers. I laughed at the look of concentration on his face (he hit me with his trowel).