DISCLAIMER: nope... not J.K Rowling...
A/N: dunno why I'm posting this... but we had to write a paragraph in English talking about a character, using symoblic association... yeah that didn't go down so well... anyway...
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Scorpius looked around the badly lit house, water had covered the floor and remnants of plates were scattered around the room.
He remembered last night vaguely.
"Scorp, PLEASE! Listen to me!" Rose screamed.
"Why should I? I know you'll just go off and sleep with him again!" He screamed back.
He crossed the room, being careful not to step on anything and sat down on the torn couch and put his head in his hands.
"Please listen to me Scorp... it wasn't me!" She screamed, pleaded, begged.
He shot a curse at her, but she ducked out of the way, it hit the fireplace and it collapsed, over his shirt, which had been taken off before Rose got the call, when they were still in love.
Last night didn't go down so well, not with Rose.
"LISTEN TO ME!" She screamed. Tears were now soaking her half un-buttoned shirt.
"Why should I listen to a SLUT like you!"
He looked down onto his pants, a hole had been ripped at the knee on his left leg and there was a gash down the right.
It was just a word. He didn't mean it, he just said it. But that word had done it. Rose had gone furious at him, at trying to make him see that she didn't do anything wrong.
She threw a knife at him, at his leg; it tore a gash on his pants, but only made a small scratch on his leg. He fell anyway, onto a bit of broken plate... that tore a hole in his left leg of his pants.
His shirt was somewhere in the torn down fireplace and there was a big scratch mark down his collarbone.
Rose walked behind him, with another knife in her hand, she dragged the blade down his collarbone, leaving a gash.
He had never seen this side of her before. I guess it was his entire fault.
Everything in the room was dark, it wasn't how it used to be, things had gone wrong, terribly wrong and now what did he have to show for it?
Rose cackled, "Yes! I'M the slut! Not you! Don't pretend I don't know what you do at work, with that assistant of yours!" she yelled.
Beer bottles scattered the floor and picture frames were smashed.
"I don't know why I would ever want to be with you!" she yelled, throwing the picture frames to the floor, smashing the glass.
It was like all of the happiness had been taken out of the world.
"You know what Scorp? This is over!" she spat, apperating out of the house they used to call home, together. Now that was over. He sobbed and fell to the floor, it was all over. And his fault.
Why did he have to have a bloody temper anyway?
He didn't mean it.
"Have you been drinking!" She had yelled.
What he did last night. What he made her become.
What he did last night.
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A/N: what 'cha think?
~Doctorwhonerd98~