Who: Scorpius & Narcissa When: Sunday Brunch Where: N. Malfoy's Home Why: Apologies and trying again Satus: Incomplete
Their first go at talking had ended rather badly. Of course, it was his fault. Speaking with her was not like talking to Albus, or even to his own father. He had to hold his tongue, always be respectful. The later of which was typically very easy around the older woman, but he became rather defensive when it came to his choice in friends. Albus had been his first and best friend, it had taken a while to get his family to accept that, and he was sick of trying to argue the Potter boy's worthiness.
Avoiding the subject would be best. Surely they could disagree on that and still be civil. So he knocked on the door once more, waiting for the excitable house elf to answer again. In his hand was a journal, no larger then his hand, that he had written their favorite poems in over the years in his time. A sort of peace offering, or apology gift, as it were.