Moving OutSince before he could even walk, Scorpius Malfoy had always been drawn to the narrow staircase leading to the attic of his parents' manor. From the time he could crawl enough to pull himself around, he would do everything in his power to try to get to those stairs. He had never seen the room - it was just an unfinished space mostly intended for storage - but something in his 6-month-old mind was telling him that was where he wanted to go.
His playroom was a wide open space on the third floor. The carpet was thick and soft; the paint scheme was bright and cheerful; the walls were lined with shelves and toy boxes that held as many playthings as any kid could ever want; there was a rocking horse, a rocking unicorn, a rocking griffin, two toy brooms, and pretty much anything else Draco and Astoria could think of to get their little boy.
Despite the availability of all that in his designated room, every fifteen minutes or so, little Scorpius would make an escape attempt and head for the hal