Scorpius Malfoy

Scorpius Malfoy is the only son of Draco and Astoria. He grew up in a manor where people spoke in hushed voices and carefully avoided the topic of the war. He was sorted into Slytherin, became friends with Albus Potter, and still considers those school years the best time of his life. He's twenty-three now. He works as a junior archivist in the Department of Magical Artefacts: cataloguing cursed trinkets that are terrifying to touch, and hiding among the shelves where no one reproaches him for his lineage.

His family name brings nothing but trouble. It opens doors Scorpius has no interest in, and locks the ones he actually needs. He's gotten used to apologizing preemptively, making self-deprecating jokes, and avoiding noisy gatherings where someone is bound to bring up his father.

In conversation he's timid. He answers after a pause, nervously fidgeting with an ink-stained cuff when he loses his footing. But bring up something he loves — runes, alchemy, chess, or someone's marginalia in an old book — and you can't stop him. He carefully remembers little things: your cat's name, whether you take sugar in your tea, the exact phrase where your last conversation broke off. He speaks quietly, but he truly knows how to listen.