Brightford really was a beautiful place, but with most of his family in a different place, and in Everdale, Scorpius had been finding himself bored as of late. At home, there had always been someone from Puddlemere about to spend time with. It was something Scorpius had prided himself on, being able to get on with anyone on the team, even if his Hogwarts years had perhaps been a bit more reserved. He supposed it was just all a part of his upbringing. He'd been a bit too enthusiastic when he was younger, and had to learn quickly that some friendships at that age simply didn't last as interests changed. Slytherins all knew each other, and a good portion of them were even related by distant family members which was both weird and helpful. None of those people he knew were here, save for Jamie, but Scorpius had learned earlier on that Jamie, and his feline friends, worked. It was good, but he knew better to pester him too much.
He'd been taking to looking for a suitable spot for a shop. Though, the sort of things he'd be interested in selling, he doubted there was a market for. Muggles seemed to outweigh the magical folk, which was different, but not horribly unexpected. Still, he couldn't very well start his own brand of brooms, could he? Muggles would only hurt themselves. There were also the owls. But he didn't really want them to go to a non-magical home, either.
As it were, he was no more sure of what he wanted to do than when he'd started, except having even more knowledge that he wanted to do something. He hardly needed to work and that in itself wasn't too thrilling, but owning something worthwhile, he thought he could manage. That was infuriating in itself.
He was stepping back out of the shop he'd seen a paper in when he noticed a familiar head of messy hair wandering about, looking a bit more lost than someone probably should that was just visiting the area. It was an almost belated thought that this was, actually, not normal for him to recognize anyone. "Albus!" He called out, his face lighting up a bit and it was only once he'd actually went to grab the other man that he remembered that it might not actually be Albus. People rarely, but sometimes, had mentioned people showing up that weren't who they looked like. He cleared his throat and took a step back, brow furrowed slightly. "Al?"