Fancy Brazlilian Healing Schools
Albus was running around the Malfoy Manor, his owl Amelia unavailable, since she was in the vet. He needed to find Scorpius, immediately. Well maybe not immediately. Just fast.
They had been following the competition since it started, last summer. At first, it was Scorpius who was the most interested, but the lockdown for the Magical mutation of COVID 19 bored Albus to such point he did get invested in a contest between a bunch of recently graduated aspiring healers, all competing for a scholarship in a fancy brazilian healing institute. The contest was transmitted on radio, and Albus had to ask Scorpius for the meanings of words every two minutes, but the tension was addictive.
The winner had been announced in the Prophet, which was sent to every purchaser on Mondays, but given the bad experiences of the Potter family with Rita Skeeter, they bought the Quibbler instead, and those copies got sent away every Tuesday (because, according to Luna, Mondays were just too predictable).
As soon as Al’s copy arrived, he flooded to the Manor, only to read who the winner was with his best friend. Except that he now couldn’t find him. They had been waiting for this moment for a year, where was he?
Albus suddenly remembered something. He grabbed his -nearly uncharged- cell phone from his pocket and dialed Scorpius’ number. Of course he didn’t answer. If there was someone worse than Albus at keeping their battery up, that was Scorpius.
He then texted Lily, since he knew her phone was always on silent and it would be no use to call her.
al: have u seen scorpius???
lil: yeah, hes been waiting 4u to show up for the past 20 minutes, where r u??
al: wait, scor is at our place??
lil: yup
PICTURE ATTACHED
Al’s mind went blank in a second. Apparently Lily had taken a picture of a distracted Scorpius -who, by the look on his face, was probably adoring Lily’s pygmy puff-. His eyes were closed as if he was just blinking, and he was wearing a red t-shirt. Albus was the biggest fan of Scorpius’ side profile. How could a human irradiate so much magic? Well, they were wizards, Albus though. But it still seemed unfair how Scorpius always seemed to have a halo of light surrounding him, as if he were some sort of angel.
Angel.
Carly Angel or Robert Sam.
The competition.
Right.
Albus flood himself back home, and didn’t think twice when he arrived feeling dizzy. It was probably just the floo side effects.