At the Three Broomsticks

Sorry, couldn't think of a better name
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Scorpius was sitting alone at a table in the corner of the Three Broomsticks. He had been mainly been avoiding his Slytherin Friends lately, they were mostly death eaters who had been with Scorpius at the forest when they had been kidnapping other students. After that, he had decided that he wouldn't have anything to do with them. Now though, he had nothing much to do. He was just reading a novel, something he didn't usually do, and drinking some butterbeer.

Lily entered the Three Broomsticks wearing a scarf tight around her neck and glancing nervously around the room. She hadn't made plans to meet anyone and now was cursing this move. Hoping to see a familiar face, she walked further into the bar, ordering herself a butterbeer.

Glancing around her gaze stopped on a noticable head of pale blonde hair. It was none other than Scorpius Malfoy. Even though the boy was three years above and in Slytherin, he still managed to perk her interest. Looking for any of his housemates she nodded in thanks as she collected her butterbeer before walking slowly toward the boy.

"Um, hi Malfoy, I mean Scorpius um..." She blushed a little at how lame she sounded. It was obvious it didn't really matter. She was Gryffindor, in the house of courage. In a impulsive act, she sat down in the booth opposite him, sipping her butterbeer quietly.