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Wizard Is As Wizard Does
I entered the great hall, a feeling of excitement rushed over me. I was here again. Most people wouldn't be excited for school but I, being me, just loved school. I was mainly excited to get to the library and
for potions. I loved potions and not because I shared it with a certain Slytherin boy, well maybe, wait no, I just loved potions.
Dumbledore, raised his hand asking for silence. The entire hall went silent, he pointed to the door, and there stood the small little first years. They walked into the hall, looking around in amazement. The sorting hat sang it's song and everyone clapped. We all watched as all the little first years got sorted into their houses and were just begging for food. Finally the food came, and noise exploded around the room. The clattering of forks and knives sprang across the hall.
James was in a very heated conversation with George about Quidditch.
I rolled my eyes, already?
Dumbledore stood up and sent the 1st to 5th years and the 7th years to their dorms except for the 6th years. This was odd.
"This year will be different for you," Dumbledore began.
I turned at Jules." What's going on?"
Dumbledore continued " This year, each of you will be paired with another witch or wizard." I turned. I had better not be paired with Malfoy.
I couldn't stop thinking about what could happen if I was paired with Malfoy, and it wasn't like I was actually caring about him . I looked over at him, barely noticing that Dumbledore just told us to talk to our Head of House, to see who we were paired with and where our dorm was. He was looking at me too. He gave me a look like he knew what I was thinking and nodded. We both didn't want to be together.
"Rooosee, Rooosee, where for out thou Rose?" I heard Jules say.
I snapped back into reality, and my face went red.
"Were you just looking deeply in thought at---"
"No!" I finished. "Don't even start that again."
She smiled, and walked to Proffesor Longbottom.
Moments later she returned.
"Who are you with?" I asked her.
"Mitchel Fergiston," she replied casually. "Hey, maybe James will get jealous! Why don't you go ask who your with now. I'm going to go check out the new dorm Mitchel and I get."
"And you can't wait for me?" I said, rolling my eyes.
"Nope!" and then she ran out of the hall.
Well, here goes nothing I thought. I got up and headed toward Professor Longbottom. In my mind I kept repeating, please not Malfoy, please not Malfoy, please not Malfoy. I got to Neville.
"Who am I with sir?" I asked through slightly gritted teeth.
He responded with a sad smile,"Well Miss Weasley you are with, Mr. Malfoy, on the 6th floor corridor, first door to your left."
Oh no, this wasn't happening to me. I looked over at Malfoy with a sheepish grin. He looked angry and in need to say a lot of not nice words. I looked closer. More like scream them. I know this was his usual act, but this time I was insulted. I suddenly felt my eyes tear up and quickly wiped them off. Stupid teenage hormones. Control yourself. You can do this. Be civilized. Act nice.
I exited the hall with Malfoy slowly following behind me, and climbed up those moving staircases. I found the door. It had a big picture of a monk covering it.
"Password?" he asked.
Oh crap. I forgot to ask. I guess I'll just have to wait.
Malfoy showed up just in time and said," The password's Fortuna Major."
"Correct," the monk said.
The door swung open to reveal a remarkable room.
I walked in my mouth hanging wide open. There were two cherry wooden desks. One for me and one for him. The fire place was surrounded by three couches and one armchair. I turned back and smiled at him. No matter how much we hated each other, I couldn't hide my smile. He chuckled, but it wasn't like a 'your so stupid laugh'. It was a genuine laugh.
I went up to my room, and saw a queen sized bed covered with a red satin comforter. It had five pillows placed on top and in the corner was a bookcase full of my favorite books.
I got dressed into my 'jammies and brought a book and a blanket (I found some in a dresser) and walked down stairs. I took a seat in an armchair. The book I had with me was an old favorite of mine called 'Cinderella'. Sure it was a muggle book and for younger children but I loved it all the same. I started reading. I was too tired though. I ended up dozing off to sleep.
Scorpius' Point of View
I sat in the Great Hall with a semi-bored expression on my face. I looked over at Weaslette. She was bubbling with excitement. I rolled my eyes. How she was in love with school, I did not know. Ha, in love with school. Maybe she'll marry school. How come I know how to crack myself up?
The first years entered looking scared. It was hard to imagine me looking like that five years ago. They all got sorted and the feast began. I didn't really pay attention to the rules and regulations that Dumbledore discussed before that.
Xavier struck up a conversation with his three year girl friend, Tara, Vincent and Michael started talking about Quidditch, and that left me. Conversations were going around everywhere.
Pretty soon the first, second, third, fourth, and fifth years started exiting, followed by the seventh years. Wait! Was I missing something? I started getting up, but noticed none of the other sixth years were, so I quickly sat back down.
"What's going on?" I asked Xavier.
He opened his mouth to speak, but Selena answered for him.
"Dumbledore said that this year, the sixth years are going to get assigned a partner, and you and your partner will have to sort of be an intern to a witch or wizard."
I looked over at Weaslette. We exchanged a look of 'I'd better not be paired with you or one of us will die' sort of look.
"Scorp!" Vincent woke me out of my reverie.
"Yeah?"
"Were you just staring at----"
"At what?" I interrupted. I felt my cheeks starting to flush red.
"At Selena?"
I sighed a breath of relief. She was right in front of Weaslette. Perfect back up plan.
"Oh, yeah. We're sort of going out," I replied.
I saw kids walking up to the Head of their House.
"Where's everyone going?" I asked Michael.
"We're supposed to find out who we're paired up with. Were you listening to anything Dumbledore was saying?"
"Not exactly," I said honestly.
"That's because he was too busy staring at Selena. Do you know they're going out?" Vincent asked.
"You two are going out?" Michael said in disbelief.
"Wait, who's going out with who?" Xavier, turned looking at us.
"Scorpius is going out with Selena," Vincent told him.
"We're going out?" Selena said, behind me.
I turned to look at her. "That is if you don't want----"
"Of course I want to!" she flung her arms around my neck and started kissing me.
Didn't we do enough of it on the train?
I broke apart from her.
"Sorry," I said. "It's just, I need to find out who my partner is."
I left the group and walked to Professor Slughorn (yeah, he was really old) and asked him.
"Oh, Mr. Malfoy." He looked down at the list in his hands. "You are with...ah.... here it is."
Come on old man! I screamed at him internally.
"Miss Weasley," he finally said. "Rose Weasley is your partner. You to will share a dorm on the sixth floor. Your entrance is behind that portrait of the monk. The password you need,---" he looked back down at the parchment. "---is Fortuna Major. While I'm on the subject though, Miss Weasley's parents were students of mine. I taught personally---," and then he started on this long rant about Hermione and Ron Weasley.
I paid no attention to him. I was with Weaslette! This had to be the worst day of my life. A whole freaking year sharing a dorm with Rose Weasley. I looked over at her and mustered all the hate I was feeling. I hope that I look would make her cry. I did. Well, at least I think. She wiped her eyes quickly. Maybe dust was just in them or something.
Weaslette started out of the Great Hall. I moped behind her. I gave my friends a dark look and kept walking. She was in front of me the whole way. I found her in front of the portrait of the monk.
"The password is Fortuna Major," I said.
"Correct," the monk replied.
The portrait swung open and I followed Weaslette in. There was a fireplace with three couches and one arm chair surrounding it. Two cherry wooden desks were in here too. She turned around smiling at me.
Wow, that's a first.
I couldn't help but smile back.
She ran off to her room on the staircase to the left. I assumed mine was on the right.
I slowly walked up the steps. A door was at the top labeled: SCORPIUS MALFOY. Nice, I thought. I opened the door and walked in. A king size bed lay in the middle with a green silk comforter on the top. It had some many pillows on it I couldn't even count all of them. A bookshelf was on one of the walls. I looked all of the books over. It had magazine's of the latest Quidditch teams and supplies, lots of books on Defense Against the Dark Arts (my favorite class. Mainly because it was one of the only classes Weaslette actually sucked at), and a few good novels.
I found my trunk at the foot of my bed and took out my striped pajama pants and a t-shirt. I undressed and put them on. I pulled the latest issue of the Chudley Cannons magazine and grabbed a blanket. I made my way downstairs.
Weaslette was already fast asleep in the arm chair. I was tempted to wake her, but then again I didn't really want to be hexed to hell and back. I sat down on the green couch. A book lay open in her lap. I stood back up and took it, looking at the cover. Cinderella. I shook my head and placed the book back on her lap.
The book was a muggle classic fairytale we had studied in first year during muggle studies. The muggles didn't know it was actually a true story.
I read for a little bit, but then sleep won me over and I drifted off.
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