A/N This is a collection of Scorose, and maybe some other next-gen, oneshots, because I'm often hit with random inspirations for stories that I cant write all into novels. They will be short, but some might be long. Might take requests later on. Enjoy! :)
Disclaimer (this covers the whole story): I don't own Harry Potter, or anything you recognise. I do, however, own several Harry Potter towels.
Mystery.
I'll never figure out how she does it.
"Rose, have you seen-"
"It's in my bag, you dropped it in potions."
"Rose, what-"
"We've got charms with the Slytherins."
It got worse once we got into third year, all I had to say was her name and she knew. I would've thought it was legilimens, it definitely wasn't out of her skill range, but she never even looked up.
"Rose -"
"There's an extra quill in my bag."
"Ro-"
"He's got care of magical creatures."
She even seemed to know what other people were thinking.
"Rose, w-"
"She's going to say yes Scor, why wouldn't she?"
And she would always look up and smile slightly at the shocked expression on my face afterwards.
I thought I was going to shock her for once with this the one thing she wouldn't see coming. How wrong I was.
"Rose, do-" She kissed me.
"You have no idea how long I've been waiting for that question."