Morose.

Alicis stood with the broadest, proudest smile she could render as she kneeled down to her son Scorpius, readjusting his black tie before licking her finger and removing a smudge from his cheek.

"Ew, mom!" he practically shrieked, searching around for signs that anyone had seen his mother being so embarrassing before wiping the saliva from his skin. Alicis just chuckled, standing and grinning lovingly into Draco's eyes. Draco nodded once, smiling and placing a small kiss on the top of Alicis' curls.

"Mom, look! It's Uncle Harry, Uncle Ron, and Aunt Hermione!" Scorpius yelled excitedly, running for Alicis' closest friends. With a small laugh at Draco's distorted look, she dragged him and her son's luggage toward the people she's known since the beginning. And Alicis felt as if everything would actually be okay, that no one was there to hurt her, to make her feel unwanted; she had everything she could have imagined.