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So, what exactly is your opinion on music?
Was definitely what Scorpius Malfoy would have on his gravestone, he quite literally asked that question to every single person he met with. And yes, he did judge people based on their answers. The best one he got was from his current music teacher Ms. Seraphina Langley.
“Music is indescribable, you can’t define it, only feel it. It’s the one thing which can touch the heart. It's a kind of magic only some people in the world have, it’s a gift not to be taken lightly. I hope your magic burns the brightest Scorpius Malfoy.”
Music is indescribable
Growing up in the Malfoy household Scorpius had a wide range of subjects at home. He didn’t dare step out of the house, tensions were still very high in the Wizarding world about the War. purebloods now at the lowest of classes, it was like the entire world just flipped on its axis.
He was very sheltered, the only friends he had were the Parkinson-Zabinis and Crabb’s daughter which the Zabini’s practically adopted along with Goyle’s twins. Let's just say Crabb and Goyle weren’t the kindest of people. They all had classes together from Math to Astronomy.
He excelled most in music, by the age of 8 he was learning violin, cello, bass, drums, guitar, but his favourite was definitely the keyboard. It was modern yet elegant, he loved it fully. His mum was his main inspiration though, they both spent their days on the wonderfully crafted pianos in Malfoy Manor his dad joined in at times with his viola.
The Malfoy family was a very tight-knit trio, especially since Astoria’s sickness got revealed. Turns out most purebloods knew how to play an instrument. Perks of being rich and having to need rich hobbies, his father literally used to do ballet, pretty good at it too. Before his mum got sick she used to ice-skate.
Nothing except for music made him feel like he was alive though, when scrutiny from the public got too much for the boy it felt as if he was living behind a glass cage of sorts, he could break out of it by the sharp pain of the glass shards would break him. He stayed inside, letting his fingers fly across the wooden instrument, playing sobering melodies which echoed across the house.
Then there were his friends,
Coraline Crabb loved Herbology and Charms the best along with her bestfriends Gloria Zabini who’s best subjects were Arithmancy and DADA and Zephyr Zabini who excelled in flying and Astronomy.
Maxine Goyle and William Goyle were more like him, Maxine— Max loves music and played the bass and drums excellently while her twin William— Will plays guitar and the piano beautifully. Oh and since they look too similar they learnt all four instruments and now switch up just to confuse the others who is who.
The three of them used to give amazing performances to the families enchanting them with their talents, applause rang out each time they finished a ‘show’.
Currently they all were shopping for a new bass for Max she somehow broke the last one. It was him, Max, Will and Ms. Parkinson. He was sleeping over the Zabinis and the rest somehow fell asleep and they were too cute to wake up. Hence they snapped a few photos for blackmail purposes and left the Parkinson Manor.
The shop was huge and guitars, basses, violins, pianos, keyboards, ukuleles and other instruments lining the walls and the floor. Radios and gramophones adding a layer of vintage to the shop. The trio opted for a muggle shop as they make the best musical equipment, Scorpius’ eyes immediately darted towards the keyboard/piano section. He saw an elderly gentleman softly playing a piece giving the place beautiful melancholy.
His aunt Pansy gave him an encouraging nudge, noticing his eyes on the piano, his hand itching to have his hands on the piano. He was a shy kid especially when it came to meeting new people, mainly because wizards despised him even though he had nothing to do with the stupid shitty war.
Blinking back to reality he slowly walked towards the man, tapping his shoulder, when the man turns, scorpius gestured if he could take over the piano for a minute.
The man accepts and lets Scorpius play a soft melody, it was intoxicating to him, the purest form of nectar. It must have felt the same to the rest.
As soon as the song stops, the clapping starts.
“Son, where have you learned how to play like that?” the man asks.
“Oh that's nothing you should see him playing at home, it's like he’s modern Mozart.” Pansy exclaimed
Scorpius felt red up his face.
“Thank you, Sir!” He said, smiling, “I just really like playing music!”
“Keep it up.” The man said, “I’m Aivin Kone, I own this place and host weekly competitions here. If your parents are alright with it, I’d love to have you as an opening piece, since you're clearly more experienced than the players your age. Here’s my number, call me by the end of the day if you can.” He said, grabbing a flyer and handing it to Pansy.
“We’ll check with his parents, I’m Pansy Parks.” she offered her hand, which the other shook. The Deatheater families decided to go by a different name when they were in the muggle world to blend in.
“And what might be the Piano Prodigy’s name?”
“Oh I’m Scorpius Silvère!” He said, listen the boy is French, ok? Gotta stay true to the roots.
“Okay then Scorpius, I won’t keep you any longer, it seems your friends are waiting for you.”
“Wait, I have a question for you Mr. Kone. What’s your opinion on Music?” Scorpius asked, waiting for an answer.
“Oh, Music? It’s the words of the soul. It's something you don’t just analyse —though people try to— you feel it. Like a flutter of butterflies or a Storm of ice. It depends on the person and the connection they have with the song.” Ok he’s definitely going in Scorpius’ good books. “Now I think you’re gonna have to get going, young man. I think your friends are trying to kill each other or something.” he said mildly concerned for the twins.
“Oh don’t worry about them, they’re twins and do this all the time” he said, fondly rolling his eyes at them. “Thankyou for the invite Mr. Kone, I’ll check with my parents!” he said, quickly rushing towards the deathmatch between his friends. Pansy tried to calm them down but they just blew a raspberry and continued.
“Both of you, quit it. Now.” Scorpius reprimanded them, “Seriously, we’re in a place which is meant to be serene and you two aren’t making it very serene” they always listen to him when he speaks like this, it's basically like when the silent kid at school gets angry, you would do nothing but listen to them.
“Ugh, alright.” Will says, “Maxine, get off me you—”
“Shut.” Scorpius warns.
After the commotion, the twins move to a different area, “At times I forget how scary you could be, gave me flash-backs to my mum.” Pansy said.
“Sorry aunt Pan. they drive me insane sometimes.” he said, “I promise I’ll never hurt them though, at this point since I’m older than them I’ll adopt them once I turn 18.”
Pansy chucked, shifting her hands, a distant look in her eyes, “Hey, can you answer something honestly real quick?”
He bit his cheek, “Sure?”
“Well, me and B wanted to adopt the twins and Cori,” She mumbled, “Do you think they’ll be mad if we ask them about it?”
“First off, why in the name of merlin would they be upset when you’re asking them if they want to be adopted, your not saying, hey kid I’m going to adopt you and you have no choice in that matter” poorly imitating Pansy, which got a short chuckle out of the woman, “And secondly, I was the first one to say that I wanted to adopt them not you, at least give me credits.”
Which got even more chuckles out of her.
“So if I give you credits, can I ask and if they say yes, will I have your blessing to adopt them?”
He looks as if he was in deep thought, “Yes, I suppose”
“You’re a riot, kid.” she says fondly ruffling his hair, “thankyou for the advice.”
“You're most welcome, Copycat auntie.” he squirms out of her grasp and runs to the others. Pansy still stands there smiling at the kid’s antics.
Standing at the doorstep of Malfoy Manor, Scorpius rings the doorbell after an afternoon spent at the Parkinson Manor. His father greets him first.
“Hello Scorpius. How was your time with the Parkinson’s.
“Great!” He says, fiddling with the flyer given to him by Mr. Kone, he and his dad make small talk until the kitchen where Astoria was cooking. “Hey dad, mum, would you mind if I did the opening act at this muggle Music shop? It's totally safe since it's in the muggle district. And I want to see if I like performing. But it’s totally understandable if you don’t want me to, I get that we’re in a bad situation but I just want to try it out…” he rushed out, turning his head down at the flyer not wanting to see his parent’s reactions.
Draco and Astoria silently debated on it, but looking at their son’s face, there was no way they were opposing.
“‘Course Love, would you mind if we came as well?” Astoria said.
“Oh really, I would really like it if you came. Only if you're willing though.” Scorpius rushed out, in his eyes child-like gratefulness.
“Now, lad, why would we ask you something if we aren’t willing to do it?” Draco said, pulling his son for a side hug.
“Dad, no offence, but half the time you forget why you said something in the first place.”
“I take offence to that.” Draco huffed.
“You know it’s true, Dray,” Astoria said.
“Can I go call the owner of the competition?” Scorpius’ tiny voice cut through.
“Sure son, make sure he knows that we’re also coming.”
“Alright!” and the kid dashed out.
“He’s such a sweetheart.” Astoria amused.
“Well he is your son,” Draco flicked a bit of flour on her nose.
“As he is yours.” Astoria did the same to Draco, which quickly turned into a match of ‘who can get flour faced quicker’ which Scorpius eventually joined. They decided to get takeout as the food got sacrificed to their fight.