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Bad Faith Chapter 1: This Child [Part 2]
The Winter Break came around, and that meant I would be going home for two weeks, after so long away. I didn’t want to tell anyone, but being at Hogwarts was my first time sleeping anywhere without my parents sleeping somewhere in the same building. It had been an unexpectedly easy transition to sharing a room with four boys, hundreds of miles from home, but I was eager to spend the holiday with my parents and grandparents again. I was also very eager to have my own room and a bathroom to myself again. These were the perks of growing up in a small, rich family.
I packed only a few things, and I made sure to hide my plush white ferret friend in a folded shirt. It wasn’t that the other boys would judge me— I knew for a fact that all of them had stuffed animals to sleep with, and Clarence had a living toad for Merlin’s sake— but I didn’t want Dad to find it. Mum gave it to me as a secret gift for my eleventh birthday, and she said Dad wasn
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Bad Faith Chapter 1: This Child [Part 1]
“Rose Weasley!”
I heard the name and grimaced. Of course there’s a Weasley in my year… As if it wasn’t enough to already have this kid to live with! I secretly peered at the boy sitting directly next to me. Albus Potter, son of the ‘great’ Harry Potter. The dark-haired boy must have known that I was a Malfoy, given he was Sorted into Slytherin only two people after I was. Before he sat down, he greeted me with a soft handshake and didn’t speak more than a quiet ‘Hello’. He couldn’t possibly have not known that our fathers didn’t get along.
But here he was, next to me. He looked toward the cluster of students who had yet to be Sorted. “That’s my cousin, Rosie,” he whispered to me. “She’s smart, like my Aunt Hermione.”
Great, so she’s another child of the Golden Trio. I sat straighter in my seat at the Slytherin table to get a better look at the Weasley.
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Daughter of a Malfoy Chapter 7.13
Will found me at the top of the Astronomy tower. It felt so normal for the two of us to be alone up here that it made me sad to think that it would be over so soon.
“Two more days,” Will said quietly as we watched a dark winged horse fly in circles, followed by a smaller, more skittish one. It must have been a baby, still learning how to fly. “And then we’ll never come back.”
“Yeah,” I whispered. The baby Thestral dropped a few feet and gave a tiny shriek, but the parent caught it and nudged it back into the air.
“And in a couple months we’ll be at uni in the States. That’ll be an entirely different world from this, won’t it?”
I did not know if Will was scared, but I knew I was. Neither of us had been to the U.S. before— though Will said he had visited Canada once with his parents. I did not really want to be alone among so many strangers. “I wish we were going to the same school…” Oh no,
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Daughter of a Malfoy Chapter 7.12
At the start of May, the review period for N.E.W.T.s began in full swing. I felt sorry for people like Cass, who were taking up to ten or eleven classes. I seriously had no idea how she was doing it without having a mental breakdown every day. Actually, I had some idea of how she was pulling it off: she had stopped attending Music Theory— and, according to Dylan Hayes, a few other less-important classes— to study and do homework. She only ever showed up to turn in homework and then left to do more.
Luckily for me, I only had four exams to study for: Muggle Studies, Arithmancy, Music Theory, and Astronomy. Honestly, I felt pretty confident about all of them, to some degree. I almost did not feel the need to do any studying for Music Theory, but since it was still a new addition to the standard exams I made sure to pay attention to everything that might come up.
Since Will and I shared all of the same classes, it crossed my mind that the obvious thing to do would be to study
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Daughter of a Malfoy Chapter 7.11
“And??”
“A-and?!” I felt my face become even hotter than it already was. I avoided Junie’s excited, almost hungry stare. Maybe I can pretend… “What do you mean ‘and’?”
“What happened next! No story ends with just ‘I love you too’! How did you end up sleeping over—” Junie gasped and she looked furtively about the Common Room to make sure nobody was listening in. Then she whispered urgently, “Cindy, you didn’t—?”
“No,” I cut her off. “We didn’t.” But…
“Cindy,” Junie demanded, “what aren’t you telling me?”
“Wh—” How does she know?
“You always bite your lip when you’re hiding something. Now tell me!”
Damn, I can’t keep any secrets from her… “Well… er… maybe a shirt or two came off…”
Both of you?
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Daughter of a Malfoy Chapter 7.10
The next morning, I woke up with the disorienting realization that I was not in my own bed; I had spent the entire night in the Head Boy’s and Head Girl’s Common Room, on their couch. I pulled the blanket off me and sat up. Wait… was there one when I fell asleep last night?  I stared at the red blanket, which was patterned with tiny burgundy lions. This is a Gryffindor blanket! Will must have put it on me while I was asleep! Though I was touched by the gesture, I thought about how cold he must have been all night with just his bedsheets. I hope he got enough sleep. We have aptitude tests today!
I gasped. The aptitude tests! I quickly looked to the clock on the mantel: almost eight o’clock. I instantly relaxed. The tests were going to start at noon, so I had plenty of time to change into fresh clothes, eat breakfast, and review as much as I could. But first, I need to thank Will for the blanket. I found a pencil and some sc
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Daughter of a Malfoy Chapter 7.9
The morning after the Valentine’s Day party was awful. I felt so weak and my head hurt so much that I thought I would throw up. I tried not to ruin Junie’s birthday present opening with my groans, but it just hurt. So. Much.
“You should go to the Hospital,” Anna told me. “Madam Alice has a huge store of Hangover Potions exactly for stuff like this.”
“No.” I held my head and leaned back against my pillow. Ugh… I hate this… I’m never letting this happen again!
“You’ll feel a lot better,” she promised. “I’ve had to take it a couple times. And I bet you won’t be the only one.”
“I don’t care,” I insisted. “She’ll tell my parents. Dad’ll kill me.” I shook my head. “My father will not be hearing about this.”
“Okay, fine,” Anna said in a sing-song voice. “Drink lots of water, then. But if you change you
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Daughter of a Malfoy Chapter 7.8
It had taken less than twenty four hours for the entire school to find out about me and Will. This fact did not surprise either of us, given Hogwarts’s reputation for spreading rumors at the speed of sound. It also did not bother us at all that everyone knew because, as it was with most relationships, nobody outside of our friend circles really cared. And, thankfully, all of them approved. Junie was especially excited for me and squealed so loudly that onlookers had to ask if she was okay.
And so, with our friends’ blessings, Will and I officially became a couple. For the most part, my everyday routine remained the same, but there was one small change: we held hands so much that it had quickly become a habit. I did not consider the kissing to be part of my daily routine for two reasons: first, it would have been silly if we had scheduled times for that; second, I wanted to use my kisses sparingly to make them more special.
Our first date was on the day of the February Hogsm
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Daughter of a Malfoy Chapter 7.7
After… that day... I kept all interactions with Will to a minimum. It was too painful to sit next to him in classes, let alone discuss our sheet music as stand partners in Orchestra. I could not even face his direction when I spoke to him. I tried to keep our exchanges short without coming off as too impolite, though he often tried to keep them going when he could.
What else was I supposed to do, after embarrassing myself like that?
It had been two weeks since then, and we were walking to our fourth Patronus Charm practice class. Last class, a few of our classmates had managed to conjure the corporeal, animal form of their Patronuses. Tina was the first one, with a beautiful silver horse conjured barely fifteen minutes into class. Junie got hers to work last class too; her Patronus turned out to be an energetic hummingbird. By the end, Dylan Hayes had also managed a panda, which kind of just sat there scratching its leg. I, predictably, was unable to make much progress on
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So I've been playing with this idea ever since I completed "Daughter of a Malfoy", but I'm finally seriously considering writing and posting a revised version of my original fanfic, "The Silver Trio"! I've looked back at how cringey the current version is, and I have soooooo much I want to change and add to it!

If I go through with writing this, I'll keep most of the main ideas from the original, but I'll definitely rewrite it. No copy-pasting. I'll be using the original as a close guideline though, and I'll be keeping the important elements that I referred to in "Daughter of a Malfoy". As a test, I'm going to write and post the updated Chapter 1 and see how that goes.

I might give this a new title, since "The Silver Trio" didn't seem to fit the original very well, and so as to not confuse people too much. I'm open to suggestions, if you'd like to have some input! Please comment below!
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The Winter Break came around, and that meant I would be going home for two weeks, after so long away. I didn’t want to tell anyone, but being at Hogwarts was my first time sleeping anywhere without my parents sleeping somewhere in the same building. It had been an unexpectedly easy transition to sharing a room with four boys, hundreds of miles from home, but I was eager to spend the holiday with my parents and grandparents again. I was also very eager to have my own room and a bathroom to myself again. These were the perks of growing up in a small, rich family.

I packed only a few things, and I made sure to hide my plush white ferret friend in a folded shirt. It wasn’t that the other boys would judge me— I knew for a fact that all of them had stuffed animals to sleep with, and Clarence had a living toad for Merlin’s sake— but I didn’t want Dad to find it. Mum gave it to me as a secret gift for my eleventh birthday, and she said Dad wasn’t allowed to know about it. Maybe it was because I was supposed to be a big kid, now that I was at Hogwarts. Maybe it was because I wasn’t allowed to have any pets, even toy ones, because Grandfather Lucius’s peacock would attack it. But I’d become used to sleeping with it, and I didn’t want to leave it at school, so in my suitcase it went.

“It’s weird, going home.” Albus stuffed a pair of socks in his suitcase.

I looked up from my suitcase. “Why’s that?”

“Well…” He pinched a lock of his hair. “I’ve finally started thinking of Hogwarts as my home now. And now I’m going back to the place where I lived for all my life, but it’s more like I’m having a vacation there. It’s weird.”

“I guess…”

“You don’t think so?”

I shrugged. “To me, it feels like I’m going home. I’ve lived there my whole life until now, like you said.”

“That’s true… Oh, wait!” He found a notebook and started writing. He ripped the page out and handed it to me. It was an address. “Does your family have an owl?”

“Uh…” I folded the sheet and tucked it away with my stuffed ferret. I also found some paper to give him my home address. “Not anymore. My grandfather’s peacock killed it a few years ago.”

“A peacock?” He seemed impressed. “Those can fly, right? Does it make deliveries?”

His ignorance was astonishing. “Peacocks don’t fly that well. Neige can’t even make it halfway across the front garden.”

Darius laughed. “Peacock, front garden… Sometimes you just sound so… spoiled.”

“That’s not my fault,” I countered lightheartedly. “My grandfather likes appearances. He’s always on about how ‘the ancestral manor must always be presentable’.”

Darius shook his head. “Manor… Well, Scorp, I’d like to visit some time. See for myself how much work your granddad puts into it.”

Next to Darius, Glenn muttered, “Do the Malfoys even have guests?” His comment was met with one of Darius’s socks in his face, and, judging by the disgust on his face, it was not clean. “I didn’t mean it that way!” He threw the sock back. “I just—”

“I know,” I interrupted. “We don’t get many visitors. Maybe someday I’ll get to invite you guys.”

Clarence, already petting his toad, replied, “That might be fun.”

I smiled a little at the thought of having classmates over. Mum had always expressed that she wanted me to have friends my age— Dad’s former schoolmates only had children who were older, and when I met them, they had only been interested in my toys, not me. But I wondered what Dad and my grandparents would think about my roommates. Darius would probably be the most well-received, since he was so personable, but the others… Well, it’s pretty obvious that they won’t like the idea of having Albus, a Potter, over. I wondered whether Glenn would even come, given he didn’t seem to like people. As for Clarence, I wondered whether his nerves would hold up to meeting my family; Grandfather, especially, didn’t usually present himself as an understanding person. It’s probably best that I don’t have any guests this time.

More addresses were exchanged. I wondered whether these boys would send any letters to me. If they did, I could use their owls to reply. If not… Well, I guess I could try using the Muggle post… I almost laughed at the thought of my family’s reactions if I had to resort to that.


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I hadn’t realized how lonely home was until now.

The manor was big enough to host a party for half the school, and it sat on a plot of land large enough to fit the entire Hogwarts Quidditch pitch.  The drawing room alone was half the size of the Slytherin Common Room. There was even a dungeon in the basement with enough space to fit a hundred sleeping bags.

But it was all empty. I walked past three unused rooms just to get to the one where the musical instruments were kept (my favorite was the violin). At every meal, my parents, my grandparents, and I would eat at a dining table with enough chairs to seat forty people. My bedroom, which was larger than the room I shared at school, was one of only three occupied bedrooms in the manor, leaving seven more vacant, fully-furnished but collecting dust.

At least something interesting happened.

During dinner on Boxing Day, Neige started screaming a lot outside. “Oh dear.” Mum quickly got up from her seat at the table and left for the front door.

Grandfather stared after where she’d gone with furrowed eyebrows. “He’s distressed,” he said of the peacock, reaching for his wand. “Who’s out there?”

Grandmother touched his shoulder to calm him. “Lucius—”

“It’s probably just an owl,” Dad told us.

Grandfather put his wand away, but he still looked wary. “At this time of day? It must be an emergency. Or a trick.”

“Father, we haven’t been attacked since before Scorpius was born. Nobody’s going to—”

“Scorpius!” Mum returned, wearing a raptor glove with a snowy owl perched on her arm. “It’s for you, sweetheart.”

“Really?” I didn’t think anyone would actually send me mail. I took the letter from the owl’s beak, already smiling. I never got mail, except for the obligatory birthday cards from Dad’s friends. There’s my name, right there on the envelope.

“I’m going to go find a perch for this owl,” Mum said. “I’ll be right back.” She left the dining room again.

Grandfather adjusted his old-man glasses to get a better look. “Who is it from?”

“It doesn’t say,” I answered, looking at the envelope.

Dad wrinkled his eyebrows. “That owl…”

I started to open it.

“Be careful, Scorpius!”

“Lucius, it’s just a letter!” Grandmother took Grandfather’s hand to prevent him from grabbing his wand again. She looked to me and smiled encouragingly. “Go on, darling.”

I opened the envelope and slid out the letter. The writing drooped at the end of each line, but the handwriting was neat enough.

    Dear Scorpius,

    How is your break so far? I hope your Christmas was good. I got some good presents. My parents got tickets for us to see the next Quidditch World Cup next summer because my sister Lil is big enough now. Do you like Quidditch? My brother Jimmy got into the Gryffindor team this year. He’s a Seeker. My Mum and Dad were Seekers for Gryffindor too. His first game is on the last Saturday of January against Ravenclaw. You can come watch with me if you want. Merry Christmas a day late.

    From,
    Albus Potter

    P.S. My Dad says it’s ok for you to reply with the family owl since you said you don’t have one. His name is Plaskitt. You don’t have to reply if you don’t want to.


Albus needed to learn to use commas.

Grandmother asked, “Is it from one of your classmates?”

I nodded.

“A friend?”

Uh…

Before I could answer, Mum returned, looking very excited. She kissed the top of my head. “It’s great to see that you’ve made friends! Who is it from— Oh!” Her eyes instantly flicked to Grandfather.

Dad sighed, massaging his forehead. “I knew it.”

“Who is it!” Grandfather demanded.

I took a breath. “Albus Potter. He’s one of my roommates.”

“Potter?!” Grandfather stood up to reach for the letter, but Mum blocked him with her arm. “What does he want?”

“Father, please.” Mum was firm. “This is Scorpius’s letter from a friend. Don’t go corrupting this.”

Grandmother gently tugged Grandfather back into his seat. “Astoria is right, dear. They’re just children.”

“His father is the reason our reputation is ruined,” he asserted. “The Potters are to be avoided!”

I mustered the courage to speak: “Albus isn’t bad. He gets bullied a lot and he’s very quiet. I’ve been helping him.”

There was a short silence, in which the adults all looked surprised. I understood their pause; nobody expected Albus to be like that. Then, Dad said, “That’s very good of you, Scorpius.”

“Thank you.” I carefully folded the letter back into the envelope. “I’d like to send a reply. He said I could use the owl he sent. May I be excused?”

Dad nodded. “If you’re done eating.”

I stood up from my seat, thanked Grandmother for having prepared the food, and left for my bedroom. On my way, I heard arguments arise again in the dining room. Overall, I hadn’t expected that to go so smoothly. It seemed only Grandfather was against my association with Albus. Even Dad supported me. Does this mean I’m allowed to be his friend? Do I even want him to be my friend? I pushed the thought off. Friendship wasn’t an immediate thing anyway. There was plenty time to decide. Once I was in my bedroom, I took out a pen and paper.

    Dear Albus,

    Thank you for your letter, and to your father for letting me use your family’s owl. My grandfather’s peacock noticed his arrival, but he made his delivery safely without being attacked.

    I had a good Christmas, just with my family. Among other things, I got polish for my wand, and sheet music. I don’t think I’ve told you or our other roommates, but I can play a few musical instruments. I’m thinking about bringing my favorite violin back to school with me after the break.

    Also, to answer your question, I do like Quidditch. I’m not very good at playing, but it’s fun to watch. If we don’t have too much homework to do, I’d like to watch your brother play on the 27th of January.

    Merry Christmas.
    ~ Scorpius Malfoy


I wondered whether I’d said too much about myself in my letter. I’d never sent anything aside from thank-you letters before. At least I’d done that enough times to not need Mom or Dad’s help posting it. They may not have been opposed, but I wanted them to be involved in as little of this as possible.

I released— What’s his name, again?

I checked Albus’s letter.

I released Plaskitt from the balcony outside my bedroom. I hoped he would get the hint to come back to this part of the manor if Albus sent another letter. Even if Albus didn’t send another letter, I was glad to have received this one. It was my first non-obligatory letter.
“Rose Weasley!”

I heard the name and grimaced. Of course there’s a Weasley in my year… As if it wasn’t enough to already have this kid to live with! I secretly peered at the boy sitting directly next to me. Albus Potter, son of the ‘great’ Harry Potter. The dark-haired boy must have known that I was a Malfoy, given he was Sorted into Slytherin only two people after I was. Before he sat down, he greeted me with a soft handshake and didn’t speak more than a quiet ‘Hello’. He couldn’t possibly have not known that our fathers didn’t get along.

But here he was, next to me. He looked toward the cluster of students who had yet to be Sorted. “That’s my cousin, Rosie,” he whispered to me. “She’s smart, like my Aunt Hermione.”

Great, so she’s another child of the Golden Trio. I sat straighter in my seat at the Slytherin table to get a better look at the Weasley. If I was going to do as Grandfather had said, to avoid the spawn of Weasleys, I would need to know what she looked like. And definitely stay away from this Potter kid, too.

The girl trembled as she made her way up to be Sorted. As Grandfather had said, the Weasley’s hair was red, but not the red I’d imagined: this girl’s hair was a darker red, and it curled halfway down her back. When she turned to sit on the stool, I noticed a spatter of freckles across her cheeks. She was rather pretty for someone with such an unfortunate lineage. Her eyes nervously searched the room, and for one horrifying split second our eyes met before the Sorting Hat fell over her face.

My heart thumped for one painful beat. Crap, she caught me. I took a deep breath to regain my composure, silently admonishing myself. She was probably looking for her cousin. Of course she’d look this way.

Moments later, the Hat announced her result: “GRYFFINDOR!”

I rolled my eyes. Of course.

Rose Weasley sighed with a small smile as the Hat was lifted from her head, and then she walked over to the cheering Gryffindor table.

I raised an eyebrow. “Is she… upset?”

Albus Potter answered, “Rosie wanted Ravenclaw.”

“Oh.”

We didn’t speak again for the duration of the Sorting and the Headmistress’s opening speech, and when the food finally appeared in front of us, we were too hungry to do much other than eat. It wasn’t until we were dismissed to our dormitories that he finally said, “I heard the Slytherin dorms are in the dungeon. Do you think it’ll be cold down there?”

I shrugged. “I’ve been told it’s got a huge fireplace, so maybe that will cancel it out.”

He nodded. “I hope so.”

We followed the Slytherin Prefects to a long set of stairs leading downward. At the bottom, we were led down to the end of a hallway, where one Prefect talked at a bare wall— “Anguis”— and the wall opened to let us in.

Once inside what the Prefects called the Common Room, we first-years were herded to one side to let other students enter. While we waited for the noise of footsteps to subside, we got a chance to look around the square-shaped room. My jaw dropped at the enormity of the space, so elegantly furnished with black leather couches, each accompanied by a coffee table. The room was lit by dozens of green orbs that floated above our heads. There were plenty of tables for studying or other activities. Windows lined the walls to the left and right, flanking each of two fireplaces. At the center of the ceiling above us were more windows, sloping to a point like a square pyramid. And when I looked outside into the darkness, I saw— fish?! Another first-year asked, “Are we underwater?!”

A Prefect answered, “Yes, at the bottom of the Black Lake, actually. Don’t worry; these windows have held up for over a thousand years, with plenty of magic that’s renewed every few years.”

“We see lots of fish and the like,” another Prefect added. “It’s very calming. And sometimes we even see a mermaid or two hunting around here.”

A third Prefect nodded and added, “And keep an eye out for our very own giant squid!”

A hushed ‘wow’ spread among us first-years, making some of the other students chuckle.

Next, we were divided between boys and girls. By my count, there were eight girls and five boys. Out of over eighty first-years, only thirteen Slytherins… A boy Prefect led my group through one of two doors on the opposite side of the room from the entrance. “This is the boys’ dorms,” he explained. “The other door leads to the girls’ dorms.” Behind the door was a long hallway, which was lined with doors on one side, each labeled for a year of schooling. The third door was labeled ‘1st-Year Boys’.  “This will be your shared room for the next seven years. Your stuff should already have been brought inside. Would someone open the door, please?”

A dark-skinned boy volunteered and turned the silver-plated doorknob and we entered. Inside were exactly five beds lined up on the right, with five wardrobes lined up on the left. I spotted my luggage on the nearest bed, and, just my luck, Albus Potter claimed his luggage the bed next to mine.

“Out of curiosity,” the dark-skinned boy asked, “why didn’t you open it yourself, since you were closest?”

The Prefect looked mildly surprised. “What’s your name?”

“Darius Barton.”

“Well, Darius,” said the Prefect, “I guess I forgot to mention the security magic that’s in place here. It’s been nicknamed the ‘Hospitality Rule’; only residents of your room can open the door. Other people can enter the room if you let them in, but you have to open the door for them. It’s only in effect for entering through doors, though; they can leave without needing you to hold the door for them. The same goes for the door from the Common Room, and for the girls’ dorms too. The bathrooms are different, though; you have to be a resident of the dorm to even enter. That’s for privacy reasons.”

“So…” Darius played at a mischievous smile. “We could just walk into the girls’ dorms if one of them just… lets us in?”

The Prefect smirked, knowing full-well what was being implied. “Yes, but only if they hold the door to let you in.”

I asked, “What happens if someone violates this Hospitality Rule? Oh,” I remembered to give my name: “I’m Scorpius Malfoy.”

He suppressed a laugh and shook his head. “Just don’t do it. Trust me. Anyway, before I let you all get settled, I’m going to show you the bathroom.” He gestured for us to leave the bedroom and then he led us further down the hall to a door at the end, labeled ‘W.C. and Showers’. We entered to a short hallway that extended perpendicularly to the one we’d just come from. “Here, we have the sinks,” said the Prefect. Indeed, the hallway was lined with a dozen sinks and mirrors on either side. “On our left…” he led us away from the sinks and around a corner, “we have the rest of the bathroom. Toilets on the right, showers on the left. Each stall is very private; no gaps above or below the door, and each door locks from the inside.”

I stared down the hallway of stalls. Even the showers had doors, instead of curtains as we had at home. This section of the hallway was very long, just about as long as the hallway for the bedrooms. There must have been over thirty stalls on each side.

Albus Potter peeked out from behind me. Why is he standing so close? “Excuse me,” he said quietly. “My name is Albus Potter.  Um… why are there so many?”

The Prefect answered, “Because every boy in these dorms shares this one bathroom. That’s a little less than seventy people, usually. It can get pretty crowded in here, especially after dinner. We don’t usually have too much trouble with toilets, but for showering I suggest you each pick a time when there are available stalls and stick to it. Got it?”

We all nodded.

“Good.” He gave us a smile. “Well, if you don’t have any questions…” He looked to the five of us. We said nothing. “Then my work here is done! Classes start on Monday— that’s the fourth. Tomorrow, breakfast goes until ten thirty. Welcome to Slytherin, and good night!” Then, he left us. In the bathroom.

After an awkward moment, in which we all stood there looking stupid, I decided to take the initiative. “I think I’ll go unpack my things now.” The others followed. Just as Dad told me, I thought. I’m taking the lead, earning their respect. That’s how I’ll make friends.


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During the first weeks of school, I came to know the habits and mannerisms of my roommates. Clarence Phipps, the bespectacled boy whose bed was by the window, kept his pet toad with him at all times, usually tucked in his shirt pocket or in the bottle holder of his backpack. He called it his ‘emotional support toad’ and it accompanied him even during tests. When he got nervous, he would gently stroke its back. The toad, named Pearl, was the only pet owned by any of us.

Glenn Farley occupied the bed next to Clarence’s. He was the tidiest of the five of us when it came to his belongings; everything had a place, and nothing was left open or unfolded, down to the packs of gum, of which he regularly kept stocked in his bookbag. I’d originally targeted him for studying purposes, as he was the quickest at learning everything, but he expressed very early on that he didn’t do well in groups.

Next was Darius Barton, the friendliest of the group. It was his idea to have us all call each other by our first names from the beginning, though we were inclined to use last names. Within two weeks, he seemed to have befriended every one of our classmates and almost all of the teachers (save the ghost-teacher, Professor Binns, who didn’t appear to care whether he had any students present during his lectures). I supposed he was trying to create a cushion for himself in case he needed academic help. It was a smart plan, really.

And then there was Albus.

Contrary to everything I’d been told about Potters and Weasleys, this boy was very quiet, never starting a conversation, making every effort to go unnoticed by the people around him. The issue with this was that, by virtue of being the spitting image of Harry Potter, he couldn’t go anywhere without being compared with his famous father. Teachers would say things like, “Your dad wasn’t so shy,” or “Are you going to try out for Quidditch some time?” Some people would wonder aloud how such adventurous parents could produce such a timid child.  The more people whispered, the more he tried to shrink away, but the more he tried to shrink away, the more they would say things like, “He’s nothing like his father,” or, worse, “What a letdown.” Sometimes at night I would hear him sniffling quietly through his drawn curtains.

Despite my efforts to distance myself from him, I couldn’t stand watching this. “What’s wrong with you,” I demanded of a Ravenclaw once, after she’d told Albus that he was a waste. “What good does it do you, to say these things to him? Do you think it’ll make you look impressive by comparison? If so, you are sorely mistaken.”

The Ravenclaw wrinkled her nose at me. “What’s a Malfoy doing, defending a Potter? Isn’t your father a coward?”

“Even if that were true,” I argued, “I hope you aren’t so stupid to not have noticed that I’m, in fact, not my father but a whole different human being, just as Albus is not Harry Potter.”

“Did you just call me stupid?!”

“Honestly,” I continued, “I don’t see how someone like you could have been put in Ravenclaw, if you think bullying based on mindless gossip is attractive. Let’s go, Albus.” I led the boy away, leaving the Ravenclaw fuming behind us.

On the way down to the dungeons, he mumbled, “Thank you.”

I sighed. “They talk about me too, you know. They think my parents have been raising me to be some Neo-Death Eater, and that I’m going to be a kiss-up like they say my Dad used to be. My Mum says the best way to prove them wrong is to be yourself.”

“That’s what my Dad told me, but…” He touched the Slytherin tie on his uniform. “They keep saying mean things.”

“Ignore them,” I said firmly. “They’ll stop when they realize it doesn’t affect you the way they want it to.”

“That’s too hard.”

“It takes lots of practice.” We reached the wall-entrance to the Common Room, and I recited the password. “If you want,” I said, wondering whether I’d regret what I’d say next, “I can stay by you to help.”

“Really?” He looked to me with sincere green eyes, and I swear they were sparkling. “I’d like that. Thank you.”

Yep, I’m gonna regret this. “No problem.”
Bad Faith Chapter 1: This Child [Part 1]
Hello everyone! A few weeks back I said I might start re-writing my fanfic "The Silver Trio" (because, let's be honest, I was 12 when I started writing it)

So here's the first part!
I'm calling it "Bad Faith" (the literal translation of 'Malfoy') unless I/you guys can come up with a better title.
If this is your first time reading my stuff, I like to write my H/P fanfiction by year (i.e. Ch1 will be Scorpius's first year, Ch2 will be 2nd year.... you get it) and since these can get long, I've split them up into more manageable text portions.
I'm trying a new thing, in which I add chapter titles (let's see how long that lasts...).
"This Child" represents the exasperation characters feel when it comes to Scorpius and Albus's actions.

Anyway, I hope you guys liked this! If not, well.... thanks for reading anyway!


Ch1 Part 2:
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If you'd like to read the cringey-ness that is "The Silver Trio", here's a link to Ch1:
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So I've been playing with this idea ever since I completed "Daughter of a Malfoy", but I'm finally seriously considering writing and posting a revised version of my original fanfic, "The Silver Trio"! I've looked back at how cringey the current version is, and I have soooooo much I want to change and add to it!

If I go through with writing this, I'll keep most of the main ideas from the original, but I'll definitely rewrite it. No copy-pasting. I'll be using the original as a close guideline though, and I'll be keeping the important elements that I referred to in "Daughter of a Malfoy". As a test, I'm going to write and post the updated Chapter 1 and see how that goes.

I might give this a new title, since "The Silver Trio" didn't seem to fit the original very well, and so as to not confuse people too much. I'm open to suggestions, if you'd like to have some input! Please comment below!
  • Listening to: Wizard Rock
  • Drinking: Water
I figured I needed to update my journal, since my frog, Ollie, died over a month ago, shortly after her second birthday.
(sorry to start this in a depressing way; I promise the rest isn't!)

I don't post a lot, but I've completed two REALLLLY long fanfics (the second one is better, IMO) and I periodically post drawings I've made.
I'm thinking about posting more of my art on here, but I don't have a good camera/scanner that won't darken/wash out the colors.

Why don't I post much? Because I'm at University for a not-art major!
I'm actually in a STEM major, in my third year and, long story short, I'm too busy and I'm short on ideas at the moment.

To those who take the time to read this, and to those who've like my art in the past: thank you.
  • Listening to: KPop
  • Drinking: Water
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I decided to try out sketching in color pencil. My first one is in green, hence the title!
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