Disclaimer: I do not nor will I ever own Harry Potter. Except for in my dreams.
It was her last year at Hogwarts. She couldn't believe six years of her life had passed by so quickly. The memory of the first time she boarded the Hogwarts Express was so fond she could swear it was yesterday, but alas, it was not, and this would be the final time she would begin her school year here at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
"Scorpion, may you please pass me our schedule, I've seemed to have lost mine." Rose demanded to the boy sitting next to her at the Gryffindor table.
"Rose, I thought I finally got you to stop calling me that ages ago..." He sighed, rummaging through his bag.
"Not my fault your name sounds so similar." She smirked at him. Rolling her eyes when he gave up on looking for the schedule. He could get so worked up about things.
"Actually, if I remember correctly, it was actually your fault that the name stuck."
"I honestly have no idea what you are referring to." She told him looking away, and childishly crossing her fingers under the table.
" Yea, right." Scorpius replied snorting. He was referring to the first time they had met each other on the Hogwarts Express, when there were no more compartments left, and he had to sit with Rose, and her two cousins, Albus Severus, and James Potter. When he had introduced himself, all three of them began to make fun of his superior demeanor. Rose adding to his already mounting humiliation, referred to him as Scorpion the entire ride to the school. He corrected her for the first hour or so, and gave up doing so upon the realization that his corrections encouraged her. Unfortunately for him, the laughter of her family was enough to encourage her, and referred to him as 'Scorpion' for the next 7 years.
Somehow there relationship changed from the incessant teasing to becoming the best of friends.
"The schedule?" Rose asked, her hand outstretched, reminding him of the task he was supposed to be doing. He sighed and reprimanded her for not keeping better track of her belongings.
Looking over there schedule for this year, Rose started a conversation about the Rumors of the Triwizard Tournament starting this year.
"Our schedule doesn't seem to indicate that we'd be leaving." Rose informed him, her eyes scanning the parchment. There had been rumors forming all over the wizarding community, all saying that the Triwizard Tournament would be beginning again.
"But it would ruin the surprise if we all could just look at our schedules, it'd be around the hall in five minutes flat."
"It would make our seventh year amazing." Rose added, dreamily staring out into space. "My entire family has been trying to push the Ministry to start the Tournament for more than a decade, they'd tell me, or one of my cousins, they wouldn't be able to keep it from us." She sighed dejectedly.
"Always the pessimist." Rose smiled at this.
"It makes surprises even better."
As Scorpius started to talk to the new first year boy to the right of him, Rose's eye wandered around the room. Her eyes went to the Staff Table as she once again began to think about her last year at Hogwarts.
Headmistress McGonagall sat on the largest of the Staff Chairs, which allowed her to look at all the students before her clearly. Her back was now slumped from old age, her wrinkles were now more prominent than ever, but despite her poor looking condition, she still smiled as brightly as ever, sharing polite conversation with the Professors around her.
Once the Great Hall had finished with dessert, and were waiting for Professor McGonagall to dismiss the hall, she stood up and adressed the Hall once again, even though she had already given the welcoming speech before the Feast.
" I apologize for delaying the trip to your dorms, but I have some news that I thought would best be shared after you ate your dinner. Now, many rumors have gotten around the school concerning the Triwizard Tournament, now depending on the rumor, the general idea is true. This past summer while you all were at home enjoying your summer Holiday, The Department of Magical Sports and Games was vigorously planning the Triwizard Tournament this year. For those of you whom do not know what the Triwizard Tournament is, I shall give you a short description now. The Triwizard Tournament is a Magical Competition in which one student from Beauxbatons, Durmstrang, and Hogwarts are chosen to compete. Only students 17 and older are elligible to compete, meaning that our 7th years will have to leave us to move to the Host school. The chosen three, will compete in three magical tasks, and depending on their performance, one will be named The Triwizard Champion. A title that will follow one student for the rest of their life."
As you can imagine, this speech made by the Headmistress caused the hall to erupt in conversation. Even Hugo, Roses younger brother, was contently discussing the Tournament.
Hugo Weasley was first and foremostly known for his intelligence. Although to his dismay, many Professors compared him to his mother whenever he exihbited some form of intelligence synonymously with his mother. He was generally a reserved person, speaking whenever he corrected something or answered a question in class. He was a listener, which most likely contributed to his intelligence. Rose was almost the complete opposite. She was intelligent yes, but she was definetly very outspoken, often speaking before thinking. She also had inherited her father's awkward clumsiness as well.
Once the Hall had quieted, save the few whispers and giggles, a teacher made a comment concerning the whereabouts of the Host School, and Professor McGonogall adressed the Hall once again.
"As Professor Flitwick has just reminded me, I have neglected to mention that I shall not reveal the Host school until a further date. However, the hour is late, and you should be getting up to your dormitories, classes start first thing in the morning." And with that she dismissed the hall.
The Shuffle and clatter of wooden benches and silverware being pushed back and dropped. Per tradition, Scorpius and Rose waited patiently for the new prefects to round up the first year students, they didn't want to be left standing in front of the Portrait Hole waiting for someone who knew the password to come along, while the Fat Lady jibed them about it. And unfortunate endurance that had occurred during their second year.
"Superfilius." Stated the new 5th year prefect, Morgan Aidman, as the portrait hole swung open widely. Scorpius rolled his eyes in distaste at the new password. Once inside, he chose to voice his opinion,
"Superfilius? They have got to be-" Rose tuned out, and sat quietly on one of the comfy armchairs infront of the fires. She fell asleep halfway through his lamp, and when he had awoken her, the common room was deserted.