"Oi! Weasley!" I shout in Rose's direction. She ignores me, furiously stirring her potion and reading her textbook at the same time. "That terrible potion smells like you! Disgusting, isn't it?" She shoots an angry look at me.
"Sod off, Malfoy," she replies, brushing a strand of her fire-red hair out of her face.
"Malfoy! Weasley! Quiet!" the professor yells.
"Yes, Professor," we grumble at the same time.
"Now, class," Professor lectures. "Can anyone tell me about this potion?" he searches the sea of students for a raised hand. Amelia Nott and Rose raise their hands at the exact same time. Ignoring Rose, Professor calls on Amelia. "Yes, Miss Nott?"
"Amortentia, sir," she answers politely.
"That is correct. Now what is Amortentia?" Once again, Rose and Amelia are at it again. He calls on Amelia. "Yes, Nott?"
"The world's strongest love potion. It smells like what you love, and yes, Scorpius, we heard your comment."
Well, this is awkward, I think, watching Rose blush furiously, taking a quick glance at me and then looking back at her book.