[ he hesitates, then slowly reaches to accept the papers, expression thoughtful. tucking them atop his books, his glance flicks from scorpius to the hall, then back to scorpius again, lips twisting into a small frown. ]

.. I can see your point. [ he avoids being noticed if he can, but it's not difficult for him. no one knows him, no one here knows he's supposed to be anything other than another sixth-year. but for a malfoy, especially a malfoy who's grown up in a world where the malfoy name is no longer a good thing to have, it must be very different. and tom riddle--voldemort--would have a reason to despise the malfoys, wouldn't he?

realizing he's been frowning for several silent moments now, he forces a weak smile, apologetic. ] I know that there's a no-curses rule in effect, but I suppose that wouldn't really stop someone from physically assaulting another person. [ a beat, then his ears start to flush, dark eyes flicking away as if embarrassed. ] Um. I know you're a seventh year, but we're both Ravenclaws. I could walk with you when we're both going in the same direction. I mean.. if you want.