When Scorpius had left Hogwarts, the corridors hadn't been very crowded, as most of the students have already wandered off to wherever the freedom of a night after classes has taken them, and so he isn't expecting much trouble when he returns with Annabeth.
And there isn't.
The door opens as crankily as most doors in the castle do and a pair of Third Year Gryffindors on their way toward the library hardly even notice. They've already turned the corner by the time the door is wide enough to let anyone through.
Only a few of the old-fashioned portraits hanging about the corridor raise their eyebrows at the scene. But two students coming out of a supposedly empty classroom? Hardly anything new, that. They scoff and turn their noses away, more concerned with their own doings and the other frames that need visiting.
Scorpius, nervous now (as this isn't jogging around Milliways, but a proper, second date), holds the door open like a gentleman so Annabeth can pass through.
"So, uhm. Here we are, then."
And there isn't.
The door opens as crankily as most doors in the castle do and a pair of Third Year Gryffindors on their way toward the library hardly even notice. They've already turned the corner by the time the door is wide enough to let anyone through.
Only a few of the old-fashioned portraits hanging about the corridor raise their eyebrows at the scene. But two students coming out of a supposedly empty classroom? Hardly anything new, that. They scoff and turn their noses away, more concerned with their own doings and the other frames that need visiting.
Scorpius, nervous now (as this isn't jogging around Milliways, but a proper, second date), holds the door open like a gentleman so Annabeth can pass through.
"So, uhm. Here we are, then."
