Day 256
"Scorpius. Shut up. Now!" I screamed at him.
"Hmmm… how about no?"
"SCORPUIS MALFOY!"
"Fine, fine, okay! Don't have a cow!"
I glared at that git. I glared like there was no tomorrow, that I did. I'm actually very proud of my glaring skills. They are very efficient.
"Anyway. As you were saying, Emily?"
"Yes, thank you Rose! Well, he asked me out!" Emily squealed.
"Really? That's so great! What'd you say?"
"No offense, girls, but nobody gives a damn about Samily." James said.
"Samily?" I say with disgust.
"Sam plus Emily, duh!" James said.
I gave him a look.
"Hey! It's just like you and your nicknames! What's mine, again?"
"Oh- you're Black!" Emily replies for me.
"And how the hell do you get Black from James Potter?"
"Well, you do Potter, then clay, and then rock, gem, ruby, red, blue, purple, and then, finally, Black."
"You're mental, you are." Scorpius said.
"Back to the subject! You, James Potter, have an obsession with relationship names?" I question.
"Well, I wouldn't call them an obsession! I just have a knack for them! Like, Emily and I, we'd be Jemily! Sounds pretty good, eh?"
"James! Stop hitting on Emily!"
"Oh yeah, sorry.," James said, not sounding sorry at all. "Anyway. You and Albus would be Aose, and you and I'd be Rames, but that'd be gross, seeing as we're all cousins."
"What would Rose and I be?" Scorpius asked James.
"Hmm… that's actually tough. It could be Rcorpius or Sose, but it could also be Rcorp. I think Sose sounds best though. So yeah, Sose."
"Nice. It sounds like and acronym. Maybe for Society Of Sweet Eggs. That actually sounds like a society!" Albus said.
"No it doesn't, Mouse!"
"Mouse?"
"Its your new nickname."
"Well this should be interesting," Scorpius said sarcastically.
"Albus, Dumbledore, mumble, whisper, quiet, Mouse! Its actually one of my more simple chains."
"What's my nickname?" Emily pondered.
"Hmmm… Red." I replied.
"Do you know what? I don't even want to know." Albus says.
"Well, I do! I actually care for what Rose has to say." Scorpius said.
"It's a complicated one, I'm warning you."
"No! I want to hear!"
"Johnson, Summit, Smith, goat, milk, cookies, hot, volcano, lava, red!"
"I lost you after Johnson."
"Johnson is also the town I went to primary school in, which, by the way was Summit Primary School. My 2nd grade teacher was Mrs. Smith, who lived on a farm that had feinting goats. Goats give milk, right? And you dip cookies in milk. And cookies fresh out of the oven are really hot, like a volcano, a volcano has lava, which is red!"
"Remind me to never again ask you to give me a nickname chain, okay?"
