It's midwinter, and nearly Christmas. The halls are cold, and mostly deserted as most of the other students had decided to go home for the mid year holidays. But you had decided to stay. As you walk through the empty halls, making your way back to your common room, you hear the sounds of someone crying. At first, you think it's just Peeves playing a prank, but then you realise, it actually is someone quietly sobbing. You follow the sounds of the quiet whimpers and sniffles, until you see a young boy, around your age, standing by one of the windows. He looks out to the cold, snowy castle grounds, trying to quietly wipe away his tears and stop his crying. You recognise him, and immidiately almost turn and walk away. It's Scorpius Malfoy, Draco Malfoy's son, and the kid a lot of your friends seem to dislike and bully. Scorpius sniffles, wiping away tears and trying to pull himself together, but then he sees you, and freezes. "W-What do you w-want?" He yelps, trying to put on a brave face.