Just call me Lil (HP next generation)

Chapter 10 - Christmas

Scorpius

My footsteps sound hollow on the nightblue stones the floor is paved with. The air feels cold, even though it is quite hot in here. My dad walks next to me, his hand resting on my shoulder.

"It's good to have you back home," he says, but it doesn't sound like he means it.

I just nod as in agreement and walk further while throwing my coat on the chair just before I enter the living room - even though my dad has often told me not to.

"Scorpius!" my mum exclaims and she embraces me.

She... missed me? Well, write more letters then, I think bitterly, it's not as if I won't respond.

"How has this year been so far, Scorpius?" Dad asks when sitting down in one of the enormous armchairs made of black satin in front of the fireplace in which a fire merrily burns.

"Good," I say, not sitting down but instead walking over to the fireplace to stare into the flames, the colour of which reminds me of Lily's hair.

"Still a lot of friends?" he asks.

"Draco!" my mum says and she comes over to him. "It's not about the quantity but about the quality."

"Yes, darling," my dad mutters.

I like my mum, because she's warm-hearted and full of love and laughter, whereas my dad seems to have a heart like ice.

But yeah, they're my parents, so I shouldn't have a favourite, even though I do.

***

My grandfather Lucius is visiting us tonight, and my father has sent me upstairs to change into something 'more decent'; a suit.

I hate suits. He keeps telling me that it is a dressrobe, but I don't believe him.

They are, to say it nicely, not my cup of tea. I don't like tea either, coffee is better - wait what was I doing again?

Oh. Right. Changing.

I hear a knock on the door and my dad's footsteps sound in the hall.

I quickly put on the trousers and the extremely ugly shoes and walk downstairs.

When I enter the dining room and approach the table, the lovely smells from the kitchen float towards me and make my stomach grumble.

"Scorpius," the old, cracked voice of my grandfather says. "You look just like your father, do you know that?"

I nod and want to sit down, but my dad shoots me a glare and I sigh.

Before le diner, we always talk with my grandfather - correction: my parents talk with him and I just sit there, sometimes nodding or shaking my head at the right time while my thoughts drift off.

My father helps Mr Malfoy - yup I must call him Mr Malfoy because otherwise he won't fugging listen - to a chair and I sit down opposite him.

The conversation has the usual start - How are you doing, do you want something to drink, let me get it for you (my grandfather wants firewhiskey all the time. All the fugging time), yes, Scorpius is doing well in school - and my thoughts start to wander to Lily's hair and eyes, and how she smiles at me, and the serious look on her face during Potions that I answer the question with "Yes." before I've let the words sink in.

"And, who is the lucky one?" my grandfather asks, his grey eyes cold and without any emotion.

"Excuse me?" I ask.