Let me take this time to introduce myself: I am Rose Weasley, currently sixteen years of age, and a resident of Gryffindor House. I am the top in my class, taking after my mother, though I look like my father. I have a pain-in-the-tush little brother named Hugo, more cousins than I care to name, and an affinity for Quidditch. Oh, and I posses a deep, burning hatred for Scorpius Malfoy.

It's been three days since Scorpius and Rose were thrown together, and now it's time to get Scorpius' side of the story.

Sometimes all we're given is a moment.

There were so many things that I wanted, none of which I was sure of.

"I don't want--" I started, but then stopped. I don't want to leave her.

"Is that an apology?" I asked, "It sounds more like an excuse."

 

"It's neither," he said, pulling up another blade and adding it to the small pile, "Just an explanation."
 

…and so starts the early-morning delirium.