[HP] Noble

One Nine 1990, London, UK.

Diagon Alley.

Gretel,

Spread the letter good.

The weather is fine today, and I'm in a good mood, so I have this short letter—I'd rather call it a note.

To be honest, at the end of last term, when I asked for your address and you gave me the address of the Diagon Alley Postal Centre, I wanted to get mad, but I'm a classy person, luckily You escaped this.

It was a surprise to get my "Dear Christmas Present" from you, I got mine a few months after Christmas - but honestly, it's not bad, Nimbus 2011 is a Good thing - it's faster and more stable than Potter's Nimbus 2000, and looks like, oh, I hate the red of the Nimbus 2000, it doesn't go well with my green robes.

I like the craftsmanship of engraving the letter "D" on the broom tail, almost approaching the engraving of leprechauns, it makes me decide to forgive its lateness.

I hope next semester I have a chance to be on the academy team, my dad said, I look good flying on this broomstick, I can probably charm a bunch of ignorant teenage girls - although my mom doesn't seem to take that comment seriously Not very happy.

School is about to start, and these days I go to Diagon Alley with Pansy, Zabini, Goyle, and Crabbe to buy things for the next semester, but obviously you are a busy man , I haven't even seen you once - wherever you are now, I hope you realize the fact that "school is about to start" and put down what you're doing to make a good start for your next year Intend.

The summer vacation is very busy and fulfilling, but I still took the time to ask my father to let him take me to your country for the next summer vacation-you know, I am curious what kind of culture can make you so addicted to it Decline my invitation to come to Malfoy Manor for your summer vacation.

In any case, write me back as long as you are alive to breathe.

wishing all the best.

Also: If you don't have enough quills for the next semester because of your delay in returning to England to buy them in Diagon Alley, I won't lend them to you.

(Again) Again: Although the letter is a bit long, I say its length seems to me to be within the approved range of the note, and it looks more like it's just because my quill should be trimmed.

Draco Malfoy

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[-], London, UK.

Malfoy Manor.

The afternoon sun shines on the earth, and the warm wind blows through the ancient and gorgeous manor with the warmth of the sun. In the rustling sound of the carefully pruned bushes, the precious white therapeutic peacock strides forward. Walking around the fountain with elegant and lazy steps, basking in the sun leisurely... Its feathers are so white that there is no trace of filth, and it sweeps across the tall iron railing, and a magical rose that blooms just right is swept by its wingtips , shaking slightly on the vine.

The sun is just right.

It's almost a perfect afternoon.

On the second floor of the magnificent building like an ancient castle in the manor, in the room on the left at the end of the corridor, everything is as quiet as if no one has ever been here—but at this moment, as long as someone pushes the door open, you can easily see, There are not only people in the room, but more than one.

On the large bed in the center of the room, a handsome young man with platinum hair color was quietly leaning on his fluffy soft pillow and reading a thick book. His pointed jaw and pale skin seemed to have nothing to do with it. As he got older, he improved slightly. At this moment, as he turned the pages of the book, those beautiful silver-gray pupils moved slightly, revealing a faint trace of tiredness——

He turned a page of the book, but unexpectedly, the young man on the bed didn't seem to really pay attention to this book, which might be very fascinating to read carefully. To cover up the movement of turning the book, he seemed to raise his head inadvertently, and glanced at the right side of the bed, the direction beside the bed——

There sat a black-haired boy with a handsome face.

At this moment, he had no idea that a handsome gentleman sitting behind him was silently looking at his back. The black-haired boy was sitting on the edge of the desk under the window, and his whole body was enveloped in the air that poured in from the window. In the halo.

There is a huge water tank on the boy's right hand side, in which there is a tortoise with its neck stretched out to compete with the sun. The tortoise only has three legs, but the tortoise with three legs looks very confident, as if it is not at all. I feel that those four-legged turtles are something to be jealous of.

And at this moment, the boy was frowning, with the tail of a quill pen in his mouth, thinking about something while facing a piece of thin parchment, and when he seemed determined to write on the parchment When I was writing a line of words, I found that the ink bottle was completely covered by a fluffy tail——

Black ink stained the gray fluff that should have been clean and tidy.

"Oh, damn it, Grayball!" Scorpius frowned, pinching the smudged cat's tail with two fingers--this action caused a "purr purr purr" from his mouth comfortably leaning against the window ’ said the fat gray cat with an unpleasant sideways glance.

"Don't look at me like that," Scorpius lowered his voice as if he was afraid of disturbing the "seriously reading" person behind him, and showed a bark at the fat cat who could never be amiable With a grinning expression, "If you do this again, go back to China. I believe that senior brother has a way to deal with you!"

As if understanding the black-haired boy's words, the fat cat on the edge of the window moved, then sat up, retracted its sharp claws, and patted the back of its master's hand with its chubby and soft pad—the latter was not very Rolling her eyes gracefully, she drew her wand and aimed it at the pet's tail, casting a cleaning spell on its dingy, shaggy tail.

Immediately afterwards, Scorpius felt a slip in his hand, and watched the fluffy, brush-like soft tail slip past his palm, and the fat cat whose tail was cleaned uttered a "meow", and couldn't help it. How to jump down from the window sill lightly, and after landing on the ground, rushed towards the big bed in the middle of the house. It braked suddenly in front of the bed post, and then climbed up the bed post in two steps, and jumped directly to the bed post. On the exaggerated soft bed--

When it landed, the soft feather quilt covered it almost entirely—it flopped and struggled for a while, until a pair of long, white hands freed it from the stupid quilt.

At this moment, the young man with platinum-blonde hair stretched out his hand on the bed and rubbed the head of the overweight gray chinjira with his fingers. When the latter squinted his eyes unscrupulously and rubbed against him asking for more, He moved, raised his eyelids and glanced at the black-haired boy sitting by the window, who was leaning on the desk chair and looking back at him.

At this moment, Master Draco Malfoy finally felt that the unhappiness in his heart was relieved.

Yes - for a long time before, he felt not very happy - even if it was a perfect day - but, from the moment the black-haired boy held a letter and seemed to be in a hurry Walking into his room from the outside, asking if he could borrow his desk for a while - and then sitting there and never getting up again, Draco had the urge to frown -

Draco even felt that he had to sneer at the man who seemed to be struggling to write a letter to someone important in order to be comfortable.

... Although theoretically speaking, this does not seem to be in line with his aristocratic habits.

Draco fished the fat cat named Gray Ball into his arms and rubbed it, raised his eyelids, and pretended to casually glance at the black-haired boy who had been staring at him: "Even if it is rushing to tell you Quite important to write letters, and not when your cat gets mad at your inkwell for taking an interest in it."

Looking at the black-haired boy sitting at the desk for a moment, His Majesty the King of Slytherin could hardly restrain the corners of his lips from curling up.

"Who are you writing to?" Draco asked softly.

"A... brat?" Scorpius touched the letter subconsciously, and when he saw the crest of the Malfoy family on the envelope, which the platinum nobleman in front of him would definitely suspect when he saw it, he decisively put the crest on it. The letter was buckled back again, "A difficult brat." Scorpius completed his own words.

Draco raised his eyebrows, he suddenly noticed that he had completely turned the attention of the table to himself at this moment, so he seemed to relax a little, raised his eyebrows: "It's unbelievable, I In first grade, I almost never wrote a letter that long."

Scorpius: "..."

Draco: "What?"

The corners of the black-haired boy's lips twitched, and he carefully pulled out the letter from the envelope, unfolded it from a distance, and showed it vaguely to His Majesty King Slytherin on the bed: "You think this letter is very long?"

"To the point where I have to wonder if it's full of crap," Draco said, frowning. "Letters are supposed to be short and straight to the point, aren't they?"

"Yes," Scorpius nodded calmly, and he found that he was almost used to Draco dismantling his own platform—whether it was the big one dismantling the small one, or the small one dismantling the big one—in short—— Copi said with sincerity, "I also thought it was a bit long-winded, but the writer didn't think so. He insisted that it was a 'note'."

A note that unfurls the length of two-thirds of a first-year dissertation.

Draco: "..."

Scorpius: "..."

Looking at the handsome young man leaning on the bed motionlessly, at this moment, Scorpius couldn't help feeling that it was really interesting and pleasing to see Draco "himself" showing a mocking expression at "himself". .

The expression tried to inspire Scorpius, who blinked and asked slyly, "Oh, Draco, if you wrote this letter—"

"That's impossible."

"...I mean what if."

"..."

"What kind of reply would you like to get?"

"I'm not the kind of person who writes [-] words and expects the other party to reply with [-] words," the platinum noble sitting on the bed snorted, showing the arrogant expression he likes , "Why don't you assume that the kid who wrote you the letter is as considerate as I am? Pick the key replies in his letter, be concise and simple, and don't talk nonsense."

From the personal guidance of Draco Malfoy himself, there should not be a more reliable answer in this world——

Scorpius turned around happily, and it only took about 5 minutes to solve the matter that he had been struggling with for a whole morning——

Dear Draco:

Spread the letter good.

I'm all right here.

Just broom you like.

I won't forget to buy school supplies, thanks for the reminder.

If I have a chance in the future, I will definitely visit Malfoy Manor.

Hope everything is fine with you.

Scorpigret

Seriously read his letter of "focused reply, concise, simple reply, no nonsense", and after confirming that there were no ink marks or other blemishes that would offend this clean freak, the black-haired boy sighed contentedly. He breathed a sigh of relief and stuffed the letter into an envelope. Just as he was thinking about when to go to Diagon Alley as suggested by Draco, a first-year student in the letter, at this moment, he heard someone sitting not far from him. His Majesty the King of Slytherin asked—

"I heard from my mother that you are still a student at Hogwarts."

"...Huh?" Scorpius blinked blankly, then he nodded, "I am."

"You shouldn't be here at this time," Draco narrowed his eyes slightly, "Why don't you go back to school and have classes?"

"Huh?" Scorpius replied after thinking for a while, "I'll be back soon, and you'll find that I've only been here for three days—"

Yeah, you know it's only three days - and then you've wasted a whole morning - a quarter of the day under the window writing to a boring first grade kid! …Looking down, at this moment, even Draco didn't know why he had so much temper in the face of this black-haired boy who was almost a stranger to him-but when all this happened, it all happened. Seems so unfortunate and natural.

"You said you were going back?" Draco thought for a while, and squeezed a little harder on the back of the cat's neck that had been petted and snorted—but this action was overwhelmed by his knees. The fluffy duvet on the upper bed was perfectly covered.

"Yes," Scorpius smiled helplessly at Draco, "Time is running out, as always."

"Is there anything I need to buy?" Before Draco regretted it, he looked at the slightly forced smile of the black-haired boy in front of him and asked almost without thinking, "I'm in good spirits recently, thinking of Diagon Alley Come on, you can follow."

After saying these words uncontrollably, Draco closed his mouth——

No one knows how shocked he is now.

He actually proposes a date to someone he describes as a "stranger".