He can feel the longing in his heart, and as familiar and fragile as it is, it has always remained a murmur beneath the surface in the past. It is nothing, or almost nothing, faint like a breath. Despite his struggles to muster a smile, to step out into the world and be Scorpius Malfoy, a boy with nothing worse to look forward to than a hefty inheritance and unwavering abandonment, he has somehow always managed to do so.