"Look who it is."
Rose peers into the steam of the train where her father is looking. She sees a boy standing with his parents, a mirror image of his father.
"I can't do this, Rose. I'm sorry. I can't. My father will disown me, he said so him—"
"Your bloody father! Can't you do anything without looking at him to see if it's alright first? Live a little, Scorpius!"
"Make sure you beat him in every test. Thank God you inherited your mother's brains!" Rose wonders if her father has met the boy before. He looks disdainful; an expression that rarely crosses Ron Weasley's face.
"I'm supposed to hate you. You're like your mother; beautiful and brainy. I'm like my father; superior and selfish. Weasleys and Malfoys don't mix. Our parents—"
"Forget what you're supposed to do, Scorpius! You are not your father. You are nothing like him, and I am nothing like my mother. We have kept our relationship a secret for four years,
"Don't get too friendly with him, though Rosie. Grandpa Weasley would never forgive you if you married a pureblood."
and you asked me to marry you, that alone must show you that we are different!"
"That doesn't change the fact that my father will disown me if—"
"Scorpius, we're not in fucking school any more. You're your own man. Why does your father's opinion matter so much if you truly
Rose leans out of the window, waving madly and watching her parents wave back, their arms around each other. They really love each other, she thinks.
love me?"
"I'm sorry, Rose. It's over. I'm breaking our engagement."
"Scorpius—"
"Goodbye."
She gazes back as her parents disappear around the corner, fading into the billowing steam. I'll see them again at Christmas, she reminds herself. It seems like a lifetime away.
She watches, dumbstruck, fighting back tears, as her one time fiancé walks out of her flat. Out of her life.
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