17 year old Scorpius Malfoy sat on the floor of his dorm, papers and books scattered around him as he scribbled away some notes on a piece of paper.

They had their N.E.W.T.s exams coming up and he'd been tucking himself away in his room to study when he didn't have class, coming out occasionally to eat but mainly relying on Albus to provide his food.

He hadn't even registered the door opening and someone coming in, muttering incoherent strings of words under his breath.