Chapter Two:
"Wingardium Leviosa," Albus mumbled to himself, attempting to levitate his sausage patty. The meat flopped on the plate and nothing more. It was already the second week of September and Al was regretting not letting Rose help him study last summer.
"Albus!" someone yelled. Al looked up and grinned. Rose was running toward the Slytherin table, a small stack of books floating alongside her. She stopped abruptly when she reached the Al and the levitating books ran into his head.
"Ow!" Albus moaned. Some of the other Slytherins at the table chuckled.
"Oops, sorry," Rose said, straightening the stack. "I really love the levitation spell but I always forget it has a hard time stopping suddenly."
"Sure," Al muttered, rubbing the back of his head. "What do you need?"
"I just wanted to tell you that I've tried out for Ravenclaw's House team," Rose announced smugly. "I'm going to be a Chaser."
"You?" Albus exclaimed incredulously. "Play Quidditch?"
"Yes," Rose responded.
"I can't believe this," Al murmured, looking dumbfounded. He turned to one of the Slytherins. "Do you believe it?"
The boy shrugged. Rose frowned, though Albus knew she knew he was teasing.
"I guess I'll see you at the first game on Monday. It's Ravenclaw versus Slytherin." Rose stalked off and the floating books followed, running into Albus's head a second time, harder.
Al scowled. "She did that on purpose."
Rose was seated underneath a large shade tree working on her assignment for History of Magic. She had to admit, as much as she loved Hogwarts, the ghost teacher's class was a bit lackluster.
Rose heard twigs snapping underfoot and rolled her eyes. "Go away, James!" she yelled, not pausing her quill. She only had a few more inches to go before she could stop writing. Of course, she could always make it longer…
"Am I really that awful?" a voice asked.
Rose glanced up from her parchment. "Albus!"
"What're you doing?" Al demanded. "It's a nice day, so why are you doing schoolwork?"
Rose sighed. "I have to get this finished before I can even think about running around." She paused her quill and smirked up at Al. "I don't suppose you've finished."
Al hunched his shoulders. "No, and I was hoping maybe a nice cousin of mine could help me?"
Rose narrowed her eyes. Ravenclaw and Slytherin first years had History of Magic together and they had to write twelve inches on the First Goblin Rebellion. Rose didn't like cheating- she'd inherited that from her mother- but Albus, James, and Hugo always came to her for answers, much like their fathers.
Rose weighed the options in her mind. If she was caught giving answers she would get in trouble, but if Albus continued on the way he was, he'd surely be expelled. "Oh, all right," she muttered, giving in. "I can help you. But I'm not giving you the answers."
Albus grinned victoriously.