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Molly Weasley was in the library. The place that was more home to her than her own dormitory. This was her domain, the place that no matter what would always have what she needed, she used to come alone, until her cousin Rose had come to Hogwarts also and seemed to have the same desire to spend her spare time in a place stacked with books, but today she was sitting by herself. She was writing an essay for potions that Rose, of course did not have because she was only a fifth year. Molly pushed her blue rimmed glasses farther up her nose while her quill flew across the paper.

"Molly!" A voice rang out in the silence of the library, the owner of the voice was quickly hushed by the ancient Madam Pince. Molly looked up to see Lysander Scamander walk or as he called it 'swagger' (Molly called it his amputated leg walk) over to her. She sighed as she pushed a corkscrew curl behind her ear.

"I was wondering where you got off to." He grinned at her as he sat down.

"Really?" She was confused, Lysander should have known she was here, she was always here. Then she noticed his appearance, his blond hair was sticking up in random positions, he had a little bit of lipgloss on his collar, and his shirt was buttoned wrong, so that was it, off in a broom closet with another girl, poor thing, he probably told this one he loved her too, and Lysander had a voice that you couldn't help but trust.

"Well you see I was just-" Molly silenced him with a wave of her hand. She went back to writing.

"So who is the poor girl you have been of with this time?" She asked not really interested.

"She's not just a girl Mol I really love her!" He sounded angry and Molly might have felt bad if it wasn't for the fact that she had heard this at least a hundred times.

"Of course how could I have doubted you." Molly's tone dripped sarcasm as she turned the page of one of the books that was helping construct her essay.

"Fine then if you don't beleive me then it's the silent treatment for you" Molly smiled she knew this would last about 30 seconds. "Okay I forgive you." Lysander said as he pulled her essay out from under her quill.

"Hey give that back!" Molly jumped up as Lysander held the paper over her head and laughed."Lyyy" She whined. This simply made him laugh all the harder. That's when Madam Pince swooped in and ushered them out of the library muttering something about 'annoying little rats'. When Madam Pince finally managed to close the door on there backs they were almost in tears from laughing so hard. James Potter and Fred Weasley happened to witness the two who were slowly regaining there breath.

"So what's got these two lovely Ravenclaws in hysterics may I ask?" James smirked as he walked up to them. At thirteen James had decided that he was going to be the king of Gryffindor and he accomplished it quickly. This in turn gave him the biggest ego the school has ever seen and now sixteen he and Fred thought they ruled the school(In all fairness they kind of did).

"Whoa, Molly Weasley, laughing? This is impossible ladies and gentlemen it's a miracle!" Fred announced to the empty corridor. At this Lysander was on the ground while the statement had the oppoiste effect on Molly.

"Oh ha ha," she glared "very funny." Molly picked up the essay that had fallen without anyone noticing and walked away hoping to find a more secluded place to finish the stupid thing.

"Oh come on Molly I was just kidding!" Fred called at her retreating figure. Then he glanced down at Lysander who was lying on his back trying to catch his breath. "Well well looks like Lysander was taking the full advantage of the school's broom closets." He said as he noticed what state his shirt was in.

"Hmm I think your right Freddy. So Scamander who was the lucky lady?" James nudged him in the ribs with his shoe. This it seems was not smething he was too keen to share with these two.

"Oh well you know," He said as he stood up "just some girl no one important." And with that statement he left the boys as they gave each other confused looks.

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Rose was not in a good mood. She blindly stormed down a hallway, no real destination in mind. She was about to turn a corner when she heard the voices, she peered around and saw people laughing. She turned quickly and went in the opposite direction, there were two things Rose wanted to avoid, happy people and her family, and that group happened to consist of both. She didn't know why Molly and Lysander were laughing so hard and truthfully she didn't care, which wasn't like her.

"Rosie? What's wrong?" An innocent voice called out to her. Sadly a voice she recognized. She sighed it wasn't Lily's fault that Logan Flint had decided to act like a total jerk to her but still she wasn't in the mood to explain it to little third year Lily. She turned around to face Lily forcing a smile on her face, usually it wasn't hard to smile at Lily, her smooth red hair and big green eyes made her adorable now and promised, that in a year or two she would be much more beautiful than Rose could ever hope to be.

"Nothing Lily why would anyhting be wrong?" Rose tried to sound convincing.

"Well your face is all red and you were talking to yourself so I just figured..." Lily trailed off wondering if it was a good idea to have stopped her older cousin.

Meanwhile Rose cursed her Weasley genes that caused her face to turn beat red with even the slightest bit of anger. "Oh it's just the OWL's I just know I'm going to fail my transfiguration test." Rose lied thinking it was beleivable.

"Oh Rose you'll be just fine." Lily smiled, but Rose could tell Lily knew she was lying. Lily's strange like that, she knew there was something wrong with Rose and that Rose didn't want to talk about it so she accepted the lie. For a third year she sure was perceptive."Well I ought to be going, see you around Rosie." Lily called over her shoulder leaving Rose alone again. Rose sighed and slid down the wall to sit on the floor. It was stupid really, but what people said tended to have an effect on her, and when Flint had told her it looked like a large bird could take refuge in her hair, well it seemed logical to punch him in the nose, which of course brought on a detention from Professor Patil.

Rose heard people coming around the corner and stood quickly wiping the tears out of her eyes. There was a familiar laugh before the group rounded the corner, great more people I don't want to see' Rose thought taking in the sight before her. There was her cousin Al, along with his friends Rich Zambini, and Scorpius Malfoy. It wasn't that she didn't want to see Al but Malfoy... well he wasn't the person she wanted to run into after crying in a corridor.

"Hey Rosie!" Al's smile always made her feel better but she was already concentrating on the smirk Malfoy was sending her way as if he knew just how upset she was. "Whatchya doing?" Al said after a pause in which Rose glared at Scorpius.

"Nothing really" She answered with a bit of truth.

"OWL's finally getting to you?" Zambini asked with a slight smirk, though it seemed nicer than Malfoy's.

Rose shrugged "I guess." Using the same lie she had with Lily.

"Can it be? The great Rose Weasley cracking under pressure? I always knew this day would come, though I admit I pictured a more dramatic scene with large men carting you off to the loony's bin in the end." Malfoy's patronizing tone was unmistakable.

"Scor, how many times have I told you-" Albus began until Scorpius cut him off,

"Too many." He answered. Rose raised her eyebrows at this so they talk about her do they?

"Well I better be going before Malfoy's ego rubs off on me, seriously Al I don't know how you managed to avoid it all these years."Rose smiled at the furious expression that appeared on his face then waltzed away feeling considerably better. As she walked away she heard Zambini say in wonder "You have one remarkable cousin Al."