Location: Gryffindor Table, Great Hall, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
As per usual, the breakfast chatter was focused solely on the sordid affair of Hogwart's favourite star-crossed lovers. At least, according to Lily Luna Potter it was, who sighed moodily and flicked her long red hair-subsequently smacking the nose of the tall blonde beside her, who idly lifted a sole, elegant finger to scratch the itch caused by her irritation.
The slender fifth year sighed once more (her surrounding audience continuing to ignore her huffs), until a passing remark of "Aren't Scorpius and Rose such a beautiful couple?" again roused her attention.
"That's it!" she cried, smacking the table, an impressive bang resounding from her rather small hand.
Immediately, yet with deliberate nonchalance, a much larger hand began caressing hers, checking absently for any lingering pain, belonging to the aforementioned male.
Mildly soothed, Lily began her tirade in a (highly insulted) lowered tone, "Why is their," here, she struggled to adequately express her distaste, "subpar relationship so intriguing to the Hogwarts populace? Admittedly, their respective parents were enemies and okay, they themselves were regarded as bitter rivals for the past 6 years-but hello? My grandparents? Lily Evans and James Potter? That headline has already been printed, sorry honey!"
Alice Longbottom sucked on the black plastic leg of her glasses as she regarded the notorious couple, pondering the cause of said intrigue, "They do look handsome together," she sighed. "All the striking hair-in fact," Alice peered back at Lily and her blonde companion, "they look rather like you and Lorcan!"
Whilst Lily's best friend had actually previously drawn this comparison, she had never dared share it aloud- she knew all too well how her fiery friend would react.
Predictably, the red curls seemed to swell with rage and indignation as the youngest Potter squawked in protest, "My dratted cousin and her banal boytoy bear NO resemblance to us! Firstly, our hair colours are vastly different. Rose has inherited a rather questionable shade of ginger-mine is inarguably red." Lily paused her tirade to inform the now expanding crowd that this was due to the Evans gene tinting that famous Weasley orange darker.
Lorcan intervened before the situation could escalate (combining Lily Potter and a crowd was simply guaranteed drama- especially concerning the Rose/Scorpius duo, snide remarks regarding hair colour being the mildest yet) and silenced his girlfriend the best way he knew how: swooping down and kissing her soundly.
Alice sighed and pointedly looked elsewhere, disappointed that for the meantime, Lily wouldn't be unknowingly contributing to her "Lily Secretly Fancies Scorpius" file. The crowd dispersed, well used to their favourite couple's antics.
And Hogwarts' original white-blonde-and-red lovers continued in their usual fashion for the remainder of breakfast, that is, until Professor Bletchly swatted their heads with his copy of the Daily Prophet, "Keep the groping to a minimum, please". As the Potions teacher continued on his exit of the Great Hall, as did Lorcan and Lily-pausing only to snicker at Bletchly's indignant "Oi!"
No one dared mentioned Rose or Scorpius again that morning. At least, not within earshot of the youngest Potter.
Hogwarts gossip must continue, after all.