Albus didn't even blink at Louis's remark, getting used to the boy's rudeness a long time ago. It had always bemused him that Scorp was friends with the Weasley child, but never being one to rock the boat, he had simply chosen to employ a tactic of patients and tolerance, with a large portion of selective hearing. After all, if Scorpius had decided Louis was a worthy friend, who was Albus to question him and his choices.
Speaking of Scorp, Albus turned and offered the boy a silly smile at the feeling of his hand around his wrist. Albus was still vaguely reeling from the new developments in their relationship. He could never seem to get rid of the stupid fluttering in his stomach or the blood that rushed to his cheeks whenever he thought of or touched the blonde haired boy. Although, if he was honest with himself, the new found nerves were a small price to pay for the unexpected bursts of happiness that seemed to occur when Scorp would hold his hand for a second to long or whisper something secret in his ear.
Shaking himself out of his thoughts, Albus turned and dug out his latest obsession. A hardcover, illustrated collection of novels by Arthur Conan Doyle known as Sherlock Holmes. He prattled on to Scorpius about it for little under an hour before realising the boy probably hadn't a clue what he was on about and so instead settled down to read the journey away, enjoying the gentle movement of Scorpius's fingers on his leg.
By the time Albus is drawn back into the real world, the train has come to a stop and the sun is setting, leaving a beautiful orange glow to fill the sky. He was thrilled to be back at the beautiful and magical place he had called home for the last few years. Hoping into one of the carriages that would take them to the castle, Albus was already looking forward to just getting into his usual bed and forgetting about the world, again, for a few more hours.
But first, he had to survive the sorting ceremony and his father's knowing looks, neither of which were going to prove particularly easy or pleasant to endure. Sitting down, Albus was glad of Scorp's maintained position in the middle, blocking him from any further interaction with Louis. He was also proving to be an incredible pillow, as Albus leaned over and rested his head on the other boy's should, closing his eyes slighting and dozing, vaguely aware of the rest of the world around him.
A few minutes pasted, and upon hearing people sit down across from them, Albus dragged his head up and blinked at Lucy and Lorcan, before his eyes were immediately drawn down towards Lucy's chosen reading material. Immediately a soft smile bloomed on his face at the memories of the book.
"Good choice... The whole story written without the letter E. Very intelligent man Fitzgerald.", he commented. The Great Gatsby was always preferable conversation material then having to listen to a bored Scorp and Louis, who often found mean gossip and scheming to entertain them at their worst.
Vicky smiled as she felt the weight of another body sit down next to her on the seat, turning round to be greeted with a similar expression from the gorgeous metamorphagus she had the pride of calling boyfriend.
"Hay, and no, you made it just in time.", she muttered as she moved closer, her shoulder pressing against his ever so gently. Of course, he hadn't been as early as she would of liked, with there already being 2 other prefects in the carriage, but she hadn't expected him to be as that just wasn't who he was. Waiting for the rest of the prefects to arrive, Vicky distracted herself by playing absentmindedly with his fingers.
Once the last prefect was accounted for, all expect Scorpius of course, Vicky proceed to offer up quick and brief instructions, returning to full business mode. The meeting lasted about 20 minutes, with the prefects leaving to preform the duties soon after. Grinning, Vicky let herself relax slightly, leaning back against Teddy's chest. One of the few pleasures of being head girl and boy meant you could hid in the prefect carriage without any real consequences.
Her and Teddy spent most of the journey in comfortable silence, with frequent break of conversation revolving around friends, family, the new academic year and briefly the discussion of their future. Throughout all the time, they never broke physical contact for more then a few seconds to rearrange or readjust themselves. It was moments like this that Vicky found herself most happy, where she could truly relax without to much worry about what anyone would think cause it was only Teddy there to witness her.
Finally the journey came to a close and immediately business mode reengaged. Quickly pressing a soft kiss to her boyfriends cheek, she got up to leave.
"I promised Hagrid I would help him with the first years this year. Meet you for the sorting ceremony!", she said before turning and making her way towards the first year meet point. Though it was tedious to guide a large heard of nervous and over-excited eleven year olds into boats, the journey across the lake was definitely worth it. Almost poetic really, her last journey to Hogwarts mimicking her first.
Once at the Castle, Vicky left the first years in the capable hands of the professors and made her way towards the great hall to take her seat, glancing and making brief eye contact with Teddy where he sat at the Hufflepuff table, before turning and sitting next to Rose Weasley. Offering the girl a sympathetic smile as she noticed her tired expression.
"Hiya Rose, how you feeling? Not gonna lie, I am craving my bed right now.", she joked at the other Gryffindor girl.