LbN: Here's chapter two! Happy reading!

Sense of Humor

"So," Draco said, smiling at his son, "You made friends with little Potter."

"Yeah," Scorpius nodded.

"Why did the two of you start hanging out?"

Scorpius, the less talkative of the two friends, managed to convey what Albus had taken fifteen minutes to tell his father, in one sentence.

"We found out that both our fathers were crazy."

His mother began to laugh. Draco grinned at his son as they got out of the car.

"What are you talking about? I'm perfectly sane, thank you."

"So how do you explain my name?"

"Family tradition. The children have to be embarrassed by their names."

Scorpius laughed and opened the door to the house. He scooped up his puppy, Archimedes, and turned when his dad called him.

"How're your marks?" Draco asked.

"Good. I'm top of our year in Transfiguration. I'm doing well in all the rest."

"That's great!" his mum kissed his forehead.

"Come sit down," Draco waved them to the couch and summoned pumpkin juice and glasses from the kitchen. "How are you liking your other classes?"

"They're all pretty good," Scorpius said thoughtfully. "Well," he added, "All except Charms."

"What's wrong with Charms?" his mum asked.

"Don't think Professor Morgan likes Sev and me that much."

"Why do you think that?"

Scorpius grinned and scratched Archimedes behind the ears. He blushed slightly and began to tell his parents about their first Charms lessons; and the homework…

"Who'd like to try the spell for us? Ah, young master Potter! Give it a whirl," Professor Morgan said.

Albus grinned at Scorpius and raised his wand.

"Wingardium Leviosa!"

The feather wiggled a bit. Albus blushed as people behind him sniggered.

"Wingardium Leviosa!" he said again. This time feather hovered a few inches off of the table. Albus sat back down with a smug grin.

The rest of the class passed uneventfully, each of the students getting no farther than what Albus had done. Professor Morgan assigned them each homework, to practice the levitating spell for next class. As they gathered up their things, Scorpius signaled to Albus to wait.

"What's up Scorp?"

"Let's ask Morgan if we can use this room to practice."

"Good idea."

"Professor," Scorpius began, "Would it be alright if we practiced in here tonight?"

"Of course boys! It'll be open after dinner if you want to come in then."

"Thanks Professor!" both of them said, before exiting the classroom.

That night at dinner, Scorpius and Albus asked the other three boys in their year if they wanted to join them.

"Sure," Maxwell said, chewing a carrot. "Though, I could think of better ways to spend my Tuesday nights than doing homework…"

"Like what?" Oliver grinned. "It's a Tuesday night and we're first years. There's nothing to do."

"Not true," Albus and Scorpius said in unison.

"We could explore a little bit," Simon shrugged.

"Let's get the practice done tonight," Scorpius said, "Just so we won't be in a mad panic tomorrow night."

"Oh!" Albus said. "I just had an idea."

He ate the rest of his stew in one gulp, like a shot, and ran from the table.

"Any idea what it was?" Simon asked.

"No," the other three said together.

Thirty minutes later, they had finished dinner, gotten their things from the common room and were entering the Charms room. Albus was already there, tacking parchment up to the walls. There were small cans on the ground, along with brushes.

"Are we painting?" Oliver asked.

"Yeah," Albus smiled. "I bullied James into letting me have his art set so we could practice."

"Wingardium Leviosa!" Oliver said. He waved his wand and the paintbrush hovered above the green paint, and made it halfway to the paper before falling on the floor. The others laughed and began to take turns painting. At the end of the hour, all five boys had the charm down perfectly. Very little paint was on the papers, but a lot had landed in various places in the classroom. A streak of purple decorated the window, from one of the times Albus had missed. Green and blue speckles adorned the chairs, and there was a ton of red on the ceiling.

"We are in so much trouble," Scorpius said.

"No we're not," Albus shook his head. "Teddy taught James a cleaning charm. Let's go up to Gryffindor and get him. He'll help."

Scorpius and Albus bolted from the room. Up fifteen flights of stairs, because they missed the floor and had to figure out how to get back to it. They had only been at Hogwarts for two days and they hated the stairs already. Finally, they made it to the Fat Lady.

"What are two Slytherins doing trying to get into Gryffindor?"

"Marmalade!" Albus panted.

With an indignant look at the pair of them, she swung open and they climbed into the common room. There were about ten Gryffindors in there, James among them, and they all stared at the paint covered boys.

"James," Albus panted. "Need…your help."

"What's up Al?" James asked.

"Made…mess," Scorpius supplied, since Albus was still gasping for breath.

James rolled his eyes.

"Let's go," he said.

With his help, they made it back to the Charms classroom in two minutes. It was too late. Professor Morgan glared at the three boys as they entered.

"Well, I see you've been practicing," he said.

"Charm's 'Scorgify'. You're on your own," James muttered to the two first years. He turned and bolted from the room.

The room was clean already, except for the purple streak on the window. Albus blushed as he saw it.

"I'll clean it off," Professor Morgan said, waving his wand and cleaning the boys' clothes. "But the five of you have detention. This Friday. You're dismissed."

All five of them ran from the room and back to the Slytherin dorm…

"So what did your detention end up being?" Draco asked, wiping tears of laughter from his eyes.

"We had to rewrite the cards in the Charms section of the library. You know, the ones that tell you where all the different books are. He thinks we're troublemakers now."

Draco laughed and stood up.

"Come on," he said, "let's take your stuff upstairs. We're going to see Grandmum and Granddad tomorrow, so get some rest."

"Ah, do I have to?" Scorpius asked. "Granddad hates me…"

"He does not," Draco said unconvincingly.

"I hope Sev's having a better time," he muttered.

That night, Sev's owl flew into his window and dropped a letter in front of him. He ripped it open and read:

Hey Scorp!

Mum just told us she's having another kid. I'm scarred for life from the way she told me. Pray you stay an only child. You don't want to have that conversation with your parents…Have a good break!


Scorpius shook his head. Their parents were definitely out to kill them through continuous embarrassment.

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