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"Rose…" Ron warned his daughter as he was slowly losing a hold of his temper while his daughter couldn't sit still.

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"Rose…" Ron repeated.

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"ROSE WE—", Ron started.

"Rosie sweetie, I think you should stop annoying your father" Hermione said through her fit of giggles at her husband's temper.

"But mummy, I'm so nervous! What if they ask me hard questions?" Rose squeeled.

Ron gave a loud snort, "Rose you and I both know you have your mother's brains—

"Thank the Lord for that", mumbled Hermione.

"Oi! Hermione! I can still beat you at chess! Anyway, as I was saying, your mum and I—"

"Excuse me I don't remember you being anywhere near your daughter's learning—not that I'm complaining" Hermione added at the end.

"Hermione! Stop interrupting—

"Mummy, daddy, can you just stop arguing, I'm nervous enough already."

"I—" Ron started.

"Oh sweetie I'm so sorry!", Hermione said condescendingly.

" 'Mioneeeeeeeeeee", Ron whined.

"Oh. Sorry, hon.", Hermione said, kissing him on the cheek as she drove down the street. Hermione never let Ron drive after the incident with the Ford Angelina and the Whomping Willow, a rule that Harry was also in agreement to.

"As I was saying, you've already learned everything you need to know to get you started, you shouldn't worry." Ron finally finished his sentence.

"What about if they all think I'm too smart and stay away from me?" Rose whimpered.

"Rosie-posie, I'm sure you'll meet someone who'll be your friend" Ron muttered, beginning to get exasperated at how much his daughter was over-reacting.

"Really?", Rose responded, her voice getting brighter as she became more hopeful.

"Yes, you just have to go up to them and say 'Hello there! I'm Rose Weasley!', and they'll say 'Hi', back and they'll say their name, and you guys will just talk about—oh I don't know, maybe the newest toys? Your birthday? It'll be fine, Red."

"Oi! Don't call me Red, you filthy hypocrite", Rose said, getting annoyed at the use of her infuriating pet-name, and using her mum's favorite line towards her father. Of course though she had no idea what it meant.

"Boy, does that girl change moods quickly", Ron said under his breath.

"Rose! Don't talk like that to your father!", Hermione said with a stern voice.

"Yes, Mum", Rose answered timidly.

"Oi, why does she listen to you!", Ron whined again.

"Because I'm brilliant.", Hermione sniffed back, at the same time bringing back an old joke between them; although that did nothing to stop Ron's retort.

Rose tuned her parents out. They really did argue a lot, and it was usually very fun for her to both watch and participate in usually, but she was just so nervous. But then she remembered what her father's advice, and decided to prepare what she would say to her new friends. Who knew kindergarten could be so frightening?

It was like stampede. There were shouting and yelping from all around, and the pounding of tiny shoes padding down the steps, as kids pushed and pulled to get out of the building and into the courtyard for recess. Rose was momentarily blinded as she exited the doors into the sunlight. Woah, Rose thought to herself as she walked around the playground, there were so many things to do! Although she was a witch, she had grown up with a lot of muggle influence and Rose was proud that she could name every single structure in the playground. She couldn't decide where to go, the slide, the monkey-bars, or maybe the swing…or she could just eat. Yes. Eating would be wonderful. Bloody hell, she was starting to sound like her father.

Rose was very excited, but somehow terrified at the same time, she couldn't help but let her earlier insecurities get to her again. No! She was prepared this time! She had already made a whole script in her mind according to what her father told her. Seeing no one to start a conversation with yet, she decided that she should at least try to have some fun, so she ran over to the monkey bars, where no one else was. She wasn't avoiding human contact! She just…didn't want to wait in line for the see-saw—yeah, that's right, she just wanted to play at the monkey bars, that was all!

Suddenly Rose noticed a boy—she hadn't seen him a while ago. Uh-oh! Human contact! Run! Run! Rose thought to herself. But it was too late; the pale, blonde boy had spotted her.

Scorpius POV

Come on, Scorpius, you can do this, just one bar after another, I thought to my self, hoping that accomplishing the monkey bars would earn me a friend. Just then something caught my eye—a flash of the most vibrant bright hair I'd ever seen, at first I had even thought that it was a fire. Turning away from the monkey bars I looked over at her. She had enormous bushy hair, enormous buck-teeth, and an enormous amount of freckles splattered across the bridge of her nose. She had baby fat on her cheeks giving her a very round face, and the rest of her body was also quite chubby. She looked rather cute. That's when I noticed the horrified look in her face, like a dear caught in headlights.

In a sudden wave of courage, I strutted over to her. As I approached her, I was surprised to find out she was taller than me. Ignoring the thought I held out my hand to her.

Rose POV

Bloody Hell. Bloody Hell. Bloody Hell. Oh Merlin's smelly slippers! The boy was coming up to me. I took a moment to chastise myself, as my mum would if she had heard my crude thoughts. Quickly recovering, I went through a list of plots to avoid him. Finally I picked a good one.

Smearing my PB&J all over his face, I used it as a distraction to run as fast as I could, with my long legs, hopefully he wouldn't be able to catch me with his short, stubby ones. Unfortunately though, I was caught at a dead end.

Scorpius POV

I rushed over to the ridiculous girl, ready to rage at her for her peanut-butter sandwich that was now all over my glorious hair and face.I was going to murder her.

3rd Person

"What in the name of Merlin's malodorous Mohawk is wrong with you?", Scorpius bellowed at the girl, towering over her, not physically, but with the rage of his damaged ego.

"I don't know I just—wait what did you say?", Rose started, then finished flabbergasted at what the boy's recent statement.

"What do you mean?", Scorpius said, anger forgotten, and momentarily confused.

"You said 'Merlin!'", Rose replied still very mystified.

"I don't know what you're talking about", Scorpius stuttered through, trying to cover up for his mistake.

"Are you a wizard?", Rose questioned, although it already sounded like a declaration.

"I am not!", Scorpius said desperately trying to convince her otherwise. Oh bloody hell, a secret centuries old and he lets it slip within five minutes of meeting a muggle!

"Are too! Just admit it already!", Rose said her temper already rising at this stubborn boy. Although she realized he must be just scared so she softened her voice and added, "It's okay, I'm a witch too."

"I'm no—what?" Scorpius said. It was his turn to gawk.

"I. Am. A. Witch. Just. Like. You.", Rose said slowly as if she were talking to a brainless buffoon—although in Rose's opinion he didn't seem that far from it.

"Well I'm certainly not a witch.", Scorpius said smirking at her and rolling his eyes; leaving Rose puzzled as to how he was able to do both yet still look proper.

Rose chastised herself for that random thought. Although she did let herself say that he was rather cute for a tiny five year old. He was tiny with his neatly combed, soft blond hair almost looking the same color as his baby white skin. And his big chubby cheeks like Theodore from her favorite muggle show, Alvin and the Chipmunks. But his eyes were huge—actually he was starting to look a bit feminine…

"Ugh! You are in the suffer bull!", Rose sighed exasperatedly.

"In what?"

"In the suffer bull!", Rose said.

"Are you trying to say insufferable?", Scorpius snickered at her.

"Well excuse me—its not my fault that my parents don't bother to say their insults properly through their shout-fights.", Rose retorted rolling her eyes, her voice with a surprising amount of sarcasm for a little five year old.

"Ah yes, lets put the insults aside, seeing as you seem to be quite tolerable. What's your name?", Scorpius asked.

"Quite?", Rose questioned snickering at his formal language.

"Ugh. Fine. What's your bloody name, ginger?", Scorpius said.

"Now you're speaking Weasley language." Rose said with a wide smile on her face.

"Your name is Weasley?", he questioned at the odd first name.

"No. My name is Rose." She said.

"Well my name is Scorpius." He said, holding his hand out stiffly and formally for her to shake.

Smirking at him, she grabbed his hand and pulled him into a huge bear-hug. "How lovely it is to meet you, kind sir, may I call you Snow White?", Rose said, mocking his formalities, along with his pale white features. Although Rose was starting to think he'd be more suited as Grumpy or Dopey.

"As long as I can call you Lasse." Scorpius replied, making a connection to a muggle movie that he saw, and relating her white skin but bright red hair to the dog.

Before Rose could retort, Mrs. Blechley, who was walking up to them, interrupted them.

"Now children, it is time to go back to class." She said, her voice had a certain edge to it that the children dared not oppose.

"Yes, mam." They mumbled simultaneously, teetering off for a while. Then suddenly amiably chatting together and prancing back to the school arm in arm. Or more accurately with Rose's hand fisted into Scorpius's sweater as she dragged him through the doors.

Mrs. Blechley only stood there for a while watching them disappear into the building, following soon afterwards.