Write about someone casting a spell (or getting a spell cast) to find their soulmate.

Word Count: 736

cast a spell (and find your love)

Scorpius sat on the edge of his bed, his wand twirling around in his hand. Ever since Albus had left him, he had felt empty. If he was completely honest, when he was with Albus he didn't exactly feel full—but now it was worse. That's why he had researched soulmates. Most people had one, but not everyone did. Maybe Scorpius was part of the latter group. He was probably forever destined to be alone, have no family or partner to spend his life with. He would buy too many Kneazles and then his house would be overrun with kittens and fleas and he would be miserable and—

There was a spell. Apparently, it told the person who their soulmate was, but the results were different for each person. Scorpius just wanted to know if he had a soulmate, not who it was; the person didn't matter. Unless it was Albus, then he would probably scream. It couldn't be Albus, otherwise the younger boy wouldn't have left him for that Metamorphagus. Right?

Scorpius shook his head, bringing himself out of his thoughts. He was always quite good at Charms, so this should be easy. The page in his soulmate book was wide open, as he murmured the spell.

A bright white light burst out of his wand, but that was it. Nothing else happened. No image appearing in his head, or name appearing on his wrist. The only thing he got was bright white spots across his vision. This was further proof that he was meant to be alone.

He slid off of his bed, blinking back the tears. He didn't actually think that he had no soulmate, but now he knew for sure. He clenched his hands into fists, looking at the time. It was almost dinner time. He had to make his way to the Great Hall. He had to at least pretend to be a functional human, and not just a broken person with no soulmate.

Scorpius pushed a potato around his plate, not really having an appetite. Someone must be playing a prank or something, as there was a bright white gleam out of the corner of his eye, but he had seen enough of that colour recently. It was what told him that he had no soulmate. In fact, it was that exact shade…

Scorpius whipped his head around. The bright light was coming from the direction of the Gryffindor table. Narrowing his eyes, Scorpius stood up, walking in the direction of the bright light. As he got closer, he noticed it was a person glowing, and the person was talking to one of Albus' cousins like nothing was wrong. By the way that the cousin (was it Molly or Lucy that was in Gryffindor?) was squinting, Scorpius knew that he was not the only one that could see the light. He stopped at the glowing person, and the conversation at that area of the Gryffindor table stopped. "Why are you glowing?" he asked bluntly, crossing his arms.

"I don't know," the person—a boy, by the sound of it—said. "I was sitting in my Common Room before a white light burst in and hit me."

As he said it, he began to fade. "Look!" either Molly or Lucy said, nudging Albus' sister. "It's going now!"

The sister looked over at the glow, smiling as she noticed that the person had gone down to a gentle glow. "Hey, James, it doesn't hurt to look at you now!" another cousin said—this one had to be Hugo.

James? Scorpius looked sharply at the person's face. That was Albus' brother! His soulmate was Albus' brother? How could that be?

"You're the Malfoy kid, aren't you?" James said. "Thanks for doing whatever you did to make me stop glowing. It was giving me a headache."

Scorpius nodded absently. "It's fine. Can I sit down? I can feel your brother glaring daggers at me."

Albus was not, in fact, looking anywhere near his direction, but his soulmate did not need to know that. "Sure." James smiled, sitting down. "Anyone my brother hates is welcome here."

That was a good start. If his soulmate liked him just because his brother hated him, it must be a sign. He had to get to know James. Get James to like him. Then maybe they could become something more.

Scorpius hardly noticed that the empty part in his chest was filling up.