Rose Weasley rounded the corner of the corridor after dark, scowling as she kicked at the ground. So what if she had a bit of a temper and might have gone a little overboard in correcting the professor of Muggle Studies? He had no idea what he was talking about anyways, and she knew what he was rambling on about was all wrong- her grandparents were muggles and she spent most of her childhood with them!
Suddenly, some unknown force yanked her arm back, pulling her into a niche in the wall. She was just about to scream for help when a cold hand covered her mouth and the scent of vanilla wafted towards her. The only person she knew who smelled of vanilla was Albus's best friend, so she angrily turned around to confront him.
"Bloody hell, Malfoy! What was that for?" she exclaimed, hands on her hips, tossing her fiery red hair just like her mom had in her years at Hogwarts.
"Keep your hair on, Weasley. Filch is coming," whispered Scorpius angrily, sticking his head out to watch for any grumpy caretakers.
"And what, may I ask, are you doing?!" she furiously whispered back, huffing silently.
"Dunno," he told her, "It was Albus's idea…"
Rose glared in anger. "Well, why did you pull me aside?"
Scorpius rolled his silver eyes at her like she was being stupid. Rose felt her anger mounting. "You might attract unwanted attention," he explained quietly, still watching for Filch. "I think we should make a run for it."
"You make a run for it. I am not involved in whatever you're plotting," Rose told him haughtily, turning on her heel to leave.
"Well, fine," muttered Scorpius to himself, turning to leave as well.
Suddenly, they heard a sneer. "And what might you two be doing, out in the corridors alone, hiding behind the corner?" wheezed Filch, appearing out of some hidden passageway.
"Now, you're in trouble. Run!" yelled Scorpius. They made a break for it.
"Come back here!" screeched Filch.
"As if, you cranky old sot!" Scorpius shouted back. Rose would've laughed, but she was too out of breath.
They ran for their lives, Filch falling further and further behind, but still stubbornly chasing after them, until Scorpius coughed, out of breath, "Oh, no."
"What?" demanded Rose, breathing heavily.
"Took a wrong turn. McGonagall's patrolling just ahead."
"Well, what now?" asked Rose, livid but too tired to screech at him about everything he had done wrong in life.
Scorpius panted for a moment, sleek blond hair falling in his face as Filch grew closer, before exclaiming, "Got it!"
Next thing Rose knew, she was squished in a broom closet with Scorpius Malfoy.
"Oh, this was your brilliant idea?" she hissed.
"I didn't see you coming up with one, and we had no time for another one, genius."
They held their breath as they heard Filch barrel by and demand to know if Professor McGonagall had seen any students out after curfew. When she said no, he flew into a fit of mad rage and those hiding in the broom closet felt petrified. But soon enough both teachers had moved on.
Scorpius slid past Rose to open the door, but the knob wouldn't twist. He tried it again, and still nothing happened.
"Oh, budge over," huffed Rose, firmly grasping the doorknob and twisting it. It didn't move. "This is all your fault!" she glared at Scorpius when she realized they were stuck.
"Excuse me, but I'm pretty sure this was your cousin's idea!"
"Well, you didn't have to drag me into it!"
They were well into a heated screaming contest when the door flew open, revealing a smirking James Potter.
He took in the sight of the two of them with flushed faces, breathing heavily and grinned wider. "Well, what have you two been doing in here?"
