Rose laughed distractedly, gazing around her father at the blonde-haired boy, Scorpius Malfoy. She had heard her parents discussing the Malfoy family on a few occasions, but she had never seen them before. She still wasn’t exactly sure what made her parents dislike them, but from what she gathered, they were somehow linked to the Dark Arts. She continued to stare absently at the boy, wondering if he would be like those before him.

Quinn rolled her eyes. “But seriously, how many detentions do you think I would get for messing up Weasley’s pretty little face?”
Scorpius stayed silent. Rose found herself praying someone would intervene. She just wouldn’t fight back, she couldn’t! Quinn had no morals stopping her. And Rose’s “pretty little face” was about to get hexed into next year.

Scorpius had been sure that was what she was going to say, he had known it and braced himself for it. But hearing her say the words herself made his head spin and his heart ache.