"I hate her,".
Albus turned and looked at Scorpius.
"What?" he asked, frowning at him.
Scorpius sat down in a green armchair across from his best friend, Albus Potter, a boy that everyone liked. Maybe that's why Scorpius chose him as a friend. It was too late for that now though - when you've been friends for almost five years it doesn't matter why you started being friends.
"Your cousin. That Weasley bitch," came Scorpius' cold reply. It was almost scary, but Albus was used to that tone of voice.
Albus ran it over in his head. Then he thought off the last quidditch game against Hufflepuff and chortled.
"Yeah, Hugo's terrible, isn't he. The little ba-" he began, before being cut off by Scorpius' cry of Hugo's sister's name. Rose.
Scorpius frowned and dropped his head into his hand, blonde hair sticking up as he did so. Rose Weasley was horrible. She had this way of acting like she was better than himself, as if she was in charge of whatever he did. Why did he go to the kitchen with her? He wasn't even hungry! Yet, he had ordered food and made those stupid slaves fix him something, even though he knew he wouldn't eat it. And then when he whispered to her that Rules were made to be broken, she'd thought he was going to kiss her. As if! Rose Weasley, she was good for nothing. A good body didn't mean she was pretty. And she definitely was not pretty.
"Rose? But she's fine, Scorpius, at least try to get to know her." Came Albus' voice from what seemed like miles away.
Get to know Rose Weasley? He had to be joking.
Hey, I know this one is really short. But it's really all you need to know about what Scorpius feels.