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Rose Weasley did not, just did not, inconceivably so ever receive bad marks. Granted an eighty-six was not considered a bad mark, in reality…Rose Weasley considered it so. So sobbing alone in the end compartment on her way home for the Christmas Holidays, her last Divination mark report lying lifeless in her very clammy hands, Rose contemplated how to tell her mother.
As one of the highest regarded witches in all of history an eighty-six would just be unacceptable from her Ravenclaw Prefect daughter, or so Rose thought. Her mind examined the many poor marks her brother had brought home, the sigh and slight smile from her mother, the laugh but stern look from her father, and then, like magic, Hugo was let off the hook. Simply because he was adorable. Chubby, with his baby fat yet to shed, fists of curly red hair atop is ever growing altitude, and never a remark that did not emit laughs, how could her parents prosecute him. She did not blame them. But as of now she blamed herself. Because Rose had dark auburn hair, that was so wild looking she feared birds would one day attempt to nest it, with freckles splayed unpleasantly about her nose, a distraction from her dull chocolate eyes. She had no charm in her voice, not to charm her mother from disregarding a mark so horrifying, so disappointing- Albus had found her. Amidst her thoughts he looked quizzically down on her, so pathetically sprawled against the leather seat.
"Are you honestly still moping?" He rolled his very admirable green eyes at his cousin. "Come off it, they wont care, you've seen the marks Hugo brings home, it isn't anything to sob about. For godrics sake Rose you look like a dementors been through this compartment." Her Weasley temper flared, her cheeks held a hue and she stood fiercely.
"How dare you! You have no idea! No idea at all how hard it is for me to keep perfect marks, and this mark is very much less than perfect, Malfoy beat me Albus, Malfoy!" She shook with rage, waving the crumpled parchment in front of his face. He loosened his green and sliver stripped tie from around his neck, fearing perhaps a tightening charm.
"I'm sorry, I'll just leave you to it then…" And he turned very quickly back into the narrow hall from which he had come. Rose sighed as she slammed the compartment door shut once again, bloody interruptions, nobody understood, nobody worked as hard as her, struggled to live up to her mothers standards.
She plopped back down on the seat, staring despairingly back down at the parchment. Has no skill for the art of divination, shows no advancement in the field. Rubbish is what it was, a crackpot of teacher was Trelawny.
She had fallen asleep, for who knows how long. There had been no further disturbances since Albus had left her, and greedily she had slept. Basking in what were dreams of the untrue, of a ninety nine in the class that she found pointless, of Malfoy cowering under the sheer wonderment that were her perfect marks. A rap on the compartment door shook her awake.
"Weasley open this bloody thing!" A very frustrated sounding Malfoy now pounded impatiently upon the door. With a roll of her eyes she released the locking charm.
"Come to brag have you Malfoy? I'm sure my cousin has filled you in on my marks, well get on with it, rub it in." She braced herself for her defeat.
"Not what I came for. Someone a bit dramatic this afternoon eh?" She blushed, embarrassment or anger who could be sure.
"I would like you to know Malfoy, if you've come for some other purpose please state it, because my inhaling is due to my struggle not to hex you into yesteryear."
"Surprised you even know how many years make up a yesteryear Weasley with the marks I heard you've received." Ah so the Malfoy she knew had come back, faster than a Millennium broomstick.
"So you have come to brag." She said plainly, as if it was not expected.
"Again, no. But you so graciously walked into that one. Alas I have come to see if you were all right, because Albus is afraid of you, but seems to be worried none the less. And so I, being as brave as I am-" He threw her a very cocky smile. " Have come to make sure your sobs haven't been bothering those in the compartment next to you. However seeing as how in the compartment next to you James is snogging Allure Moon, I think youre safe to sob away."
"Don't force me to vomit on those very expensive shoes Mummy bought you Malfoy, that wouldn't do anyone any good." She retorted, she burned with the sensation to punch him square in the face, possibly the Granger in her provoked this desire.
" Well Mummy would simply buy me new ones, I'm due for new shoes for the holidays anyway, so you see the good you'd actually be doing- almost like a charity- oh wait my family is so rich charity is something it needs not." He looked so snide sitting across from her she just had to lunge forward.
"Ah ah ah Rosie, whatever happened to you playing hard to get? Finally see the sense the other girls have in throwing themselves at me?"
"Oh you disgust me."
"And you me."
"Then get out of my compartment!" What had Albus been thinking sending Malfoy into check on her? Honestly he was thicker than a starving person after having been invited to a Weasley feast.
"With pleasure!" He seethed getting to his feet and bowing to her. She stuck out her tongue, reminding herself that if it weren't Malfoy she would hex it would surely be Albus. He looked back as he left, a smirk playing on his arrogant face. "Oh and a Happy Christmas Rosie!" He called over his shoulder.
She wanted to murder him.