Scorpius had a new canvas and some art supplies from the store in town. On his table sat a few sketch books. He had only began one of them but the other two were fresh. He stood at the canvas, with his brows knitted in concentration. He put down a pencil and took another one that he had been holding in his teeth. This one was a bit thicker. On the page was a beach. People in the distance walked, but one boy stood watching the shore, arms folded over.
He looked up when Draco walked in. "Hi," he said, putting down the pencil a minute later. He went over to sit on the bed. "We haven't really had much of a chance to talk. I was wondering about something." He looked up, trying to think of a good way to phrase the question, although it was difficult.