The weather was terrible, rain splattered the train's windows, and dark clouds had made the light fall earlier than normal. The train was much the same as it had always been, filled with excited teenagers making their way to Hogwarts. Rose walked back from the prefect's carriage at the front of the train, thinking of her summer holiday, no matter how much she loved Hogwarts; she loved her grandparents house better. With its many rooms able to accommodate the whole Weasley/Potter clan and the feelings of happiness and love she felt whenever she was there, would always put it a notch above the school in her heart.
Pulling open the door of the compartment her friends sat in, she smiled down at her younger cousin Lilly who had almost the same colour red hair as her. Though Lilly was two years younger than Rose, the two of them were close, and Rose had found out that Lilly had a knack at knowing what to say at just the right moment.
"hey everyone" she exclaimed before sitting next to Lilly and grabbing a pumpkin pasty from a small pile that had been placed on one of the unoccupied seats.
"'lo" Albus answered before returning to his game of exploding snap. Merlin, Rose thought with a smile, he plays that everywhere. Laughing inwardly she settled down and buried her nose in a muggle book her mother had given her, but could not concentrate with all the noise going on around her, so put it down pretty quickly. Lilly was deep in conversation with her other cousin Dominique, probably about boys, no rose corrected herself, defiantly about boys. It always made her laugh when she caught her younger cousins talking about boys, their faces always had a mischievous look and they occasionally let out mad bouts of giggles. She leaned against the cool window, glad she hadn't been sucked into their conversation, and looked at the other faces that shared the small compartment.
Albus and Fred sat on the floor next to a trunk that wouldn't fit into the luggage rack, and Al's best friend Scorpius lounged on the seat opposite her, laughing at the game his friends played on the floor. Looking at Scorpius she wondered if he had worked hard to get Albus to realise he wasn't like his father, and that at least one Malfoy was decent, or had Albus just accepted Scorpius and left the disgruntled grownups to complain about their friendship. He was a nice guy considering he was a Malfoy and A Slytherin, though with a blush, Rose remembered she wasn't quite so friendly with him at the beginning. Constantly at each other's throats, arguing at stupid things and refusing to acknowledge each other, that was until the summer after her third year. The three had spent all the holiday together when Scorpius has stayed with Albus at Aunt Ginny and Uncle Harry's house. Then, after many three years of denial, Rose had finally accepted that maybe he was better than what she thought, when he rescued her from a tree she had flown into when laughing too much to realise where she was going.
She was still staring at him, when he looked up and caught her eye, making her blush for no reason. He laughed at the embarrassment he had caused her, his grey eyes twinkling, Rose glared at him then threw an empty chocolate frog wrapper at his head before turning towards the dark window. Her hot breath had caused a cloud of condensation to form on the glass, and with a small smile on her face, she drew a flower on to it with her finger, just like she had done countless times as a small child.
She was still smiling as she turned back around to look at Scorpius, but dropped it when she looked at his smug face. He raised an eyebrow and opened his mouth to speak, and Rose shot daggers towards him, expecting one of his sarcastic remarks, but instead he took a deep breath and blew on to the window, steaming it up, and wrote with his finger "Hey Rosie" then looked back at her, an extremely proud look on his face. She giggled, then wrote on her side of the window "Hey Scorpy" and held in even more laughter at the horrified look on his face at the use of his mother's pet name for him.
Jumping up, he pushed her onto the floor and wiped his hand across the words, leaving the flower half intact. Glaring down at her good naturedly he stepped over her legs and joined Al in another game of exploding snap.