"Scorpius!" I shout across the hall.
"Scooooorpiiiiiuuuuuus!" I draw out all my vowels.
After approximately a bazillion years he turns around and sighs.
"Yes, Paige?" You see that use of a first name? That's nice, that is.
"What is this I hear about fighting in charms?"
He sighs and rolls his eyes. "Sorry, mum." He uses that stupid lazy smirk. Merlin, always so sarcastic…
"Well don't say sorry to me! Say sorry to Rose Bloody Weasley for turning her hair bright bleeding pink!"
"She laughed at me!" He defended himself.
"And would you have laughed at her if she were in your position?"
"Yes…" He sighed, but not in defeat.
I open my mouth to speak but he interrupts me.
"However," He always puts emphasis on the 'ever'. I never understood that…
"She would have reacted just as rashly if not more so."
I start again, not even sure what I'm going to say next.
"Aaand, I would not have fired a curse back. I would have used wit and intelligence to prove her inferior intellect. She just grunted like a pig and shot a curse out randomly, missing her target completely might I add."
"No, you might NOT add!"
"Creevey, that makes no sense." He tells me.
Do I look like I care? "Too bad. Now if you would please GO APOLOGIZE!" I smile sweetly.
"Anything for you your majesty." He rolls his eyes. "But I will not be nice about it."
"How in Merlin's flaming knickers are you going to give a mean apology? I think that's impossible even for you."
"Care to come watch?" He smirks again. It's like his face is glued like that.
Maybe he's an alien.
A really mean alien.
Whose face is naturally set in a smirk.
And is abnormally pale.
You know, due to the planet's freezing climate.
And they called him the king of ice.
Because his hair was so blonde and his eyes were so grey.
But then, his spaceship crashed down here and go amnesia…
And he thought he had magical powers but really they were just-
"Creevey? Hellooo, Creevey? Coming any time soon?"
"What? Oh, yeah. Maybe. If I feel like it." I stick my tongue out at him for good measure.
He rolls his eyes and we link arms.
"We're off to insult Weasley, the most short-tempered prat of alllll!" he sings to the Wizard of Oz song.
I give myself credit for him knowing this, what with my strange muggle musical obsession.
"I said apologize, as in a-p-o-l-o-g-i-z-e. Not insult, as in i-n-s-u-"
"Yeah, I know how to spell Creevey, thanks."
"Weasley!" Scorpius shouts once she's in sight.
She glances over with a smile on her face.
It disappears as soon as she sees who it is.
She's walking closer.
"What do you want?" He spits out each word.
"Came to apologize." He says matter-of-factly.
The air fills with tension.
… Sexual tension, perhaps?
Let's hope… This is becoming increasingly more difficult.
"Yes. I'm sorry I outsmarted you with superior intellect and all you could do was grunt and blindly shoot curses at people." He smirks.
I'm afraid she's going to hit him.
And that would suck because apparently her aim is off, putting me directly in the line of fire.
But no, instead she just smirks back.
"Superior intellect? Big words for someone so small." She glances down and makes it clear she's not talking about his stature.
He winces, but it disappears before anyone but me can notice. "Are you implying that you've had a first hand experience?" He throws back.
She bites her lip but her face shows no sign of nervousness.
'Haha, sexual tension achieved!'
They glance at me suspiciously.
That was definitely said out loud.
I need to stop doing that.
"Well, that was a nice apology, wasn't it? Very, very yes it was. Well all better, hug!" I shove them together. They're so close their noses are touching but all they're doing is glaring.
He's unusually tall, nearly six feet and she's unusually short, only a little over five feet.
Must I do everything?
Yes, apparently so.
"Well, I'm hungry. Lets go… eat… and stuff."
I hear someone snickering from behind. I turn around and see Rob Chambers walking up to me.
"Well, I'll leave you two alone…" Scorpius whispers in my ear.
I kick him in the shins (hard) and he groans before walking away.
"What's up?" He slings an arm around my shoulder.
"Nooothing." I respond. We walk in the Great Hall and sit down in our usual seat.
As usual, Rob stuffs his plate with endless upon endless amounts of food. As usual, mine has even more. He smiles at me, and we dig in.
In the end, he's eaten more but only by a little bit.
Madison comes over.
"Hey Paige. Hey Rob."
Is she blushing?
… Does Madison like Rob?
Do I care if Madison likes Rob?
Do I like Rob?
Does Rob like Madison?
Does Rob like me?
No.
And no.
And no.
And then no.
And then no all over again.
No is the answer to all of those ridiculous question.
Whatever.
"Hey, Paige, wanna come to the library with me?" He asks.
"Sure." I smile.
"Mind if I tag along?" Madison asks.
"Sure." He replies. She looks at me and smirks.
"Yeah, B.O., we'd really love a tagalong." She looks annoyed. Oh well. She started it. I didn't do anything.
"Whatever…" She responds, rolling her eyes. She's going to get it now.
I link arms with Rob and skip ahead of Madison.
I can hear her fuming from all the way over here.
Why is she being such a bitch?
She's usually never like this…
Does she know something I don't?
What's going on here?
We get to the library, and settle down at a table.
"Bathroom break! Madison, accompany me, please." She rolls her eyes, but gets up anyway, and Rob looks at us like we're starking mad, which we very well may be.
"What?"
"Why are you being such a bitch?" I say flatly.
At first she looks insulted, but then she just answers the question how she knows I intended it. "Carly said that Meg said that you fancied Rob Chambers, but then Emily said that you were flirting with him because you knew that he liked me and that Ally told her that you were mad at me because I got a higher grade on the Charms essay."
I pause and stare at her.
"Does that make ANY sense to you?" I ask.
"No…"
"And you believed it because…?"
"I dunno…" She looks ashamed.
"So you don't like Rob Chambers then?"
"No." She smiles at me, and we skip off back to the library.
Rob is waiting looking bored.
"There you are!" He smiles (at me, and not Madison), (not like I care).
"Mhmm… Hey, Paige, I dare you to go…" But I stop listening after that, because suddenly I get hit with the most buggering brilliant I've ever had…
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