He was going to jump into a river and float away. That was clearly the only solution to the complete boredom that Scorpius Malfoy felt. It was going to be a deep river. Maybe one that lead to the ocean, he wasn't sure yet. Or maybe he could throw the professor into a river. Murder was probably more fun than floating away and possibly ending up in France. He didn't even speak French.
The professor took a breath and the whole room perked up. But then he just continued on his lecture, and there came a collective groan from the class.
Scorpius eyed the door directly to his left with longing. It would be so easy to just leave, but unfortunately this was a class he couldn't avoid. Or, one he didn't want to avoid, due to a sprightly ginger that usually sat two seats in front of him. Scorpius had noticed her on orientation day, noting the huge army of a family trailing around with her. She had stood out. Her hair was the orangest and the curliest. Her smile was the widest and her eyes were the bluest.
Her name was Rose.
Scorpius was infatuated with her. It was becoming a problem. When she was in class, he only looked at her, and when she wasn't, he thought about what she could be doing.
There was a soft thud and shifting paper noises, and suddenly Rose was sitting directly next to Scorpius. He stared at her in shock. She was—he checked his watch—an hour late to a two hour lecture! She noticed his staring a shot him a disheveled smile. Her long hair was in a haphazard braid, and she was clearly sporting the same outfit from the day before.
"I didn't miss anything important did I?" She whispered, yanking a notebook out of her bag.
"Nah," Scorpius shook his head. "Though, I'm pretty sure a dragon could have flown through here, and you still wouldn't have missed anything important."
She giggled. "Oh, that happened last week, didn't you know?"
"I was probably sleeping." Or thinking about you.
She laughed again, this time loud enough to turn the heads of a few other students. Rose clamped a hand over her mouth, turning to look at Scorpius. He took in the mirth dancing in her eyes, and the smile hidden behind a delicately freckled hand.
"There has to be twenty things more stimulating than this," Scorpius said in a hushed tone. "And all of them are counting grains of rice."
Rose squeezed her hand tighter to muffle her laughing.
"I'd rather be knitting, honestly."
She raised an eyebrow. "Don't bash knitting. I happen to know many grandmothers make ugly holiday jumpers with that particular skill. My gran included."
Scorpius laughed this time.
"You think I'm kidding, but—" Rose removed her green coat to reveal an overlarge blue jumper with a red 'R' in the middle. "—I'm really not."
"It suits you." He guffawed.
"Doesn't it just?" She replied dryly. "Just call me Tyra Banks." Scorpius laughed so loudly and so hard, he snorted.
The student sitting three rows ahead turned to glare at the pair of them. "Could you two flirt quietly please?"
That was the last straw. Rose and Scorpius locked eyes and began cackling like the mad people they were.