Unspoken Love

3: LOVE POTION

     When Scorpius woke up on Tuesday morning he was assaulted by memories of the previous night which clouded the forefront of his brain. He shot up at once, ripping the curtains of his four-poster apart only to be disappointed by the sight of Albus's empty bed. He recalled the dreams he had last night of forgiveness and reunion and he sagged against his pillows again. He closed his eyes and saw visions of Sarah Carson at breakfast with Albus, they were laughing and gazing into each other's eyes...Albus's eyes....his mind started to wander selfishly before being cruelly snapped back to Sarah's face instead. If he hadn't felt so guilty about it all he might've stood up right there and ran down to The Great Hall to break it up, but he wouldn't be able to blame Albus if he was with Sarah. I've been a terrible friend, maybe I don't deserve him. Scorpius thought as he opened his eyes again and stared at the ceiling.

     Detention. Scorpius seemed to remember with a pang of irritation at himself for getting caught in the owlery in the first place. His first night of detention with McGonagall was to start after his 4 o'clock Transfiguration class later that day. He wondered what his task would be today, she usually had him shelve books, sort files or clean. He'd never minded serving detention before because he was always accompanied by Albus, his 'other half' as McGonagall would call him whenever Scorpius was caught doing something against the rules with Albus always in tow. He hoped that his detention would be over before the end of dinner so he had time to find Albus.

     They both had different classes all day and Scorpius had already resigned himself to skipping breakfast so he hoped that he could possibly catch his friend at lunchtime. He couldn't stand the knots in his stomach as a result of fighting with Albus, he felt another somersault of guilt roll through his stomach as he realized that Albus was probably feeling 10x his anxiety right now. Thankfully, his never-ending cycle of distressed thoughts were interrupted when a screech owl swooped through the window and dropped a letter on the foot of the bed. It flapped back outside again as Scorpius scrambled towards it and ripped the envelope open with his teeth.

Son,

Of course I've said things I wish I could take back. We all do, as imperfect human beings, at one time or another. Those words come from a place of hurt and you communicated them in the form of anger and mean words. Communication is one of the most important things in any relationship. First, ask yourself why you felt hurt enough to lash out. Once you've figured it out, talk to Albus and explain and apologize. From observation, Albus has just as big of a heart as you do. He will forgive you, just talk to him. And don't apologize for sending letters, I look forward to your owls all the time. Let me know how it goes, son. I love you.

Dad

"I was hurt...so I wanted to hurt him." Scorpius whispered to himself after reading his father's letter twice. Sarah Carson...he told me he fancied Sarah. I was just jealous. He thought, suddenly filled with agitation. Am I the jealous type? Is that who I am? No...no. He concluded, then his thoughts immediately returned to: Sarah Carson. What does she have that I don't?.....Merlin, I AM the jealous type. He shook his head and glanced up at the clock. He jumped to his feet, noticing the time. He quickly changed, ran a brush through his hair and ran downstairs. He entered the sea of students who were filling up the dungeon corridor, all making their way to potions, he resigned to the fact that his self-relection would have to wait.

     He was jostled through the doorway of the classroom and decided to take a seat in the front of the room, closest to the 5 bubbling cauldrons which sat upon Professor Slughorn's desk. He took a deep breath as he set his book bag down but suddenly snapped his head up, looking all around as he caught a whiff of something familiar in the air. Albus? He thought, searching the faces of those entering the classroom, but he didn't spot him. He narrowed his eyes confusedly, but it smells like him...somewhere... He thought, still looking around. A Slytherin boy he didn't know sat beside him and started pulling out his books.