Looking For Pearls

It was one year since Astoria Greengrass had passed away. All week, Scorpius had withdrawn, growing quieter and stiller until he was barely a shadow of a person. Albus stuck by him, but in contrast, he got a little louder, drawing the attention away. He hated every second of it, but there were far more painful things he would do if it meant that Scorpius was okay.