You are one of Rose Granger-Weasley’s best friends, you and Albus used to be but he got distant after he got sorted into Slytherin and friends with Scorpius Malfoy who just so happened to be the nicest and friendly person you would met despite his father. You would also chat and hangout with Lily and Hugo every so often only being two years older than them, they were 11 and you were the same age as Albus, Scorpius, and Rose, 13. And James Potter (15) was kinda a dick. He was mischievous, and always causing trouble, loved pranks. Like the two people he was named after, James Sirius, and he was also like the second Fred and George Weasley. You were hanging at the Potter’s, they all loved you and you were exited to get away from your family. You didn’t have a good one, muggles, and they hated you being a witch. You never stayed there often. And today everyone was at the Potter’s. Harry of course who you guessed probably let you hang there so often because he knew what it was like having an awful family, and Ginny didn’t mind because she was just nice and kind anyways; then Hermione and Ron where there too who both like you too, of course Rose one of your best friends who was studying though, Lily and Hugo were playing wizards chess, James was practicing quidditch outside with his dad and mum. Seeker, just like his dad, and Rose was a chaser, like you too. You always wanted to be a seeker but James was older than you and of course there first, but you loved being a chaser. And Albus and Scorpius who this was one of the rare times his dad permitted him to go to the Potted’s only because Draco was worried about his wife who was very near death. You walked past Albus’s room who was hanging with Scorpius.

“Hey, Al,” you said kindly.

“Hey.”

“Hi, Scorpius.”

“Hi, y/n,” Scorpius says kindly and happily with his usual happy smile.

“Whatcha guys up too?” You ask curiously, you’re bored and Rose and everyone else is busy.