He was unapproachable. While he was sorted into Ravenclaw, an anomaly in his family, he had an aura that almost physically warded her away. Aloof, challenging, and frighteningly intelligent- not that she could deny sharing that last trait. Besides her family, the number of friends she had could be counted on one hand. Or less. Bookishness and pride never seemed to win people over.
She noticed that no one talked to him. Even the silent rivalry they had was just that- silent. Sometimes, she wondered what would happen if she said something. What he would say, what he would do. If he'd turn up his nose and pretend that she didn't exist. She was afraid that was the answer. She was strangely fascinated by him, but she had no idea if he ever felt the same way.
He liked black tea, no milk or sugar. His blue and bronze tie was always impeccably in place. His white-blond hair was straight and short, but not closely-cropped. He was so put together, so mechanical, and she couldn't help but wonder what was really going on inside his head.
She felt as if his clear grey eyes and pale blond hair and fair skin reflected the perfect image he emitted, like freshly fallen snow. She could never see herself this presentable, with her lanky height and dashes of freckles and curly auburn hair with a mind of its own. She was hopelessly trying to achieve his effortlessness.
He and she were opposites in appearance, in family, in what she thought mattered. But they both belonged in that house where creativity, wit, and a thirst of learning were prized above all, and not without reason. Despite everything else, the minds of Scorpius Malfoy and Rose Weasley were more similar than either of them would have guessed. Before their last year, at least.
