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aj_hornA/N: In this drabble, James and Scorpius does like each other, or so it seem. Unrequired love.
Title: Regrets
Words: 100
"James Sirius Potter." Headmaster Longbottom called.
James stood up and walked to the stage. One upon a time, he couldn't wait to graduate. Now, not so much.
His parents were there of course, and Teddy, with his flashy pink hair, and his uncle Ron and... well, most of the Weasley clan.
Diploma in hand, he went to them, his eyes crossed Scorpius', who was surrounded by his Slytherin friends. He smirked to James, and he felt much better.
He knew to read between the lines.
"We'll see each other again," it said.
"And next time, you'll be mine." He thought.
Title: Regrets
Words: 100
"James Sirius Potter." Headmaster Longbottom called.
James stood up and walked to the stage. One upon a time, he couldn't wait to graduate. Now, not so much.
His parents were there of course, and Teddy, with his flashy pink hair, and his uncle Ron and... well, most of the Weasley clan.
Diploma in hand, he went to them, his eyes crossed Scorpius', who was surrounded by his Slytherin friends. He smirked to James, and he felt much better.
He knew to read between the lines.
"We'll see each other again," it said.
"And next time, you'll be mine." He thought.
