Scor and Al
Scorpius walked with his parents out to the gravesite. He and Charlotte had been friends. She was always fun to talk to even if they hadn't done it that often. He felt sad when they lowered the coffin, even scanning the crowd like it was some cruel joke. She wasn't there, at least not living.
He said a quiet, "I'm sorry." He walked away from his parents, seeing Al just a little way away from him.
He gave him a half a wave. He wasn't smiling as he came over. That could have easily been him, saved just in time. He felt almost guilty for the times he had almost wished that it was. He had been sick though, and that was when his head had been a real wreck.
"Hey," he said, not really sure if there was anything else to say.