Rose turned the corner, and the next thing she new her library books were scattered all over the cold, stone floor.
She looked up, and two hard, gray eyes met her gaze.
They belonged to a tall, blond boy, with a pail face and pointed fetures.
For a moment Rose stood in silence stairing into the boy's eyes, then slowly backed away.
Clenching her jaw, she bent down and began collecting her books.
The fifteen-year-old boy stood stationary, watching her.
His expression would have been as blank as slate, if it weren't for the slightly curved corners of his mouth.
He was palinly ammused.
"You should watch where you're going, Weasly," the boy spoke up, and brushed passed her roughly.
Rose stood up infuriated.
He didn't even have the decency to help her pick up the books he knocked out of her hands.
Bitterly, she marched away shaking a lock of flaming, red hair from her freckled face.
Oh, how she hated Scorpius Malfoy!
