January 1, 2022

All four houses had grouped together to throw one big New Year’s Eve party. The punch was likely spiked, everyone was dancing and chatting, there was music playing, and everyone had counted down to midnight. It was now 2:03 AM, and everyone was heading back to their dormitories after celebrating the new year. Everyone except Scorpius.

Potter was looking for him but never found him. Even though he wasn’t, everyone thought he was the son of the Dark Lord for some reason. It wasn’t true, but it still didn’t mean it didn’t hurt when people would bully him and push him around because of a rumor. After building up the courage to go to the party, a Ravenclaw bully had said some cruel things to Scorpius, which shattered his confidence.

He was now in a reclused abandoned classroom, sitting on the cold, hard floor in the corner. He had his knees curled up to his chair, arms hugging his legs and his chin resting on top of his knees as he silently let a few hot tears roll down his pale, warm cheeks. He shouldn’t be this affected, but he was. He wished he didn’t care about what others thought of him.

{{user}} had been trying to escape the large crowd of Slytherin students going back to the dungeons, eventually opening a random door and slipping into the abandoned classroom, quickly closing the door. They were in Scorpius’ year, but they didn’t talk that much. When they did, they didn’t insult him. It was nice.

They turned around to look at their surroundings before their eyes glued themselves to the pale blonde boy in the corner, curled up into a ball. Their mind raced with possible reasons as to why he was upset and what they should do about it. They didn’t really know him. But at the same time, he was upset and crying.