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Chapter 2: In The Enemy's Hands
Rose looked up from her History of Magic notes as a little crumpled ball of parchment landed softly before her. She ignored it, thinking it would most likely be her cousin or his arrogant git of a friend. But then, it would most likely have smacked her in the face, swatted her quill away or at least spill her inkwell. It really wouldn't place itself before her demurely. Intrigued, Rose unfurled the bit and was greeted with her friend's handwriting. Her friend's curly, elegant looking letters that made her writing look like a bale of hay, making her insanely jealous.
Hair will be a lovely golden brown and always immaculate Rose sighed as she shook her head. Aquila had been turning her brain out to come up with the most simple of all identifications. Turning to the side, she spotted her friend seated a few rows back, smiling imploringly at her.
Rose chuckled lightly to show that she was amused and wrote below the single line, chiding herself even as her uneven scrawl made the words above look even more stylish. Silently muttering a charm to make it reach the table behind, she watched from the corner of her eye as Aquila opened the crumpled folds.
You mean not eternally messy and lopsided? That sure narrows it down Aquila read the line a few times before they made sense. She choked on her laughter, drawing the attention of Albus who was seated behind her, so far asleep.
"Wha…?" His befuddled look make Aquila smile, and she turned back to studiously scribble a response.
We can surely rule out half the population of Hogwarts?
What are you talking about? Me?
Rose's irritation mounted as she gazed at the almost illegible scrawl of her cousin. Albus was a dear relative and though she'd never admit to it in a Weasley family party, her favorite cousin. But, as she realized now, he could be intervening and overconfident when the opportunity was presented.
No you dolt! Didn't you read the words not eternally messy? Rose could hear the noise of a slight bit of shuffling behind her; no doubt Albus taking offence over her words and Aquila trying to pry the paper from him before any harm came to it.
Scorpius looked up from his furious note taking when he heard a slight noise from the direction he knew Al was seated in. Sighing resignedly, he turned back to find him holding a piece of parchment away from…Walters? Why was he doing that? What was in the parchment that made the girl look right flustered?
With a muttered Accio, the piece of parchment that had been fiercely fought over flew into his hands. Opening it, he was first noticed the varying handwritings, or just one in particular.
Weasley was passing notes in class, was she? A smirk formed on his face even as he pocketed the paper, several plans launching themselves in his mind, not one in favor of the redhead.
Ignoring incredulous looks from Walters and Al and the no doubt fatal ones from Weasley, he continued his notes, ignoring the frantically whispered calling of his best mate for the next hour; he had use for this parchment.
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"Argh!" Rose almost threw the book in her hands away, only stopping herself at the last moment, realizing that it was her mother's copy of Hogwarts a History and she would skin her alive if Rose did anything to damage it.
Aquila, who had been reading her story book again, glanced at her, and noticing her infuriated expression, went back to read the book.
"How can you be so calm! That...that dimwit has the parchment! He could do whatever he wants with it! I mean…that's so totally ammunition in his hands!" Rose made a sweeping motion of a blast, prompting three chuckles.
Aquila, she could ignore; her dear friend had endured her rant for a few hours now; Al, maybe because he was her cousin and related to her by blood; as for the third voice, she had no reservations.
"You…you foul, loathsome…" Rose stopped when she saw the offending thing in his hand, which he held to himself like a shield. He was smirking, but there was also something else in his stormy grey eyes…mirth?
"Dreaming of Princes, are we, Weaslette?" He waved it in front of her face, taking care to hold it just out of her reach. Not that Rose would have tried to pluck it from him like that; she wasn't a puppy pining for a bone.
"I see no reason why it should bother you, Malfoy, since you're the very epitome of Princely behavior." Even Aquila couldn't hold back the chuckle at Rose's sarcasm.
"I think you're making progress in the Compliment and Sweet Words Department, Rosey dear. The only ones remaining are the looks, the behavior and…the grades, of course." Scorpius' face was the very definition of sincerity, but Rose wasn't fooled. She had seen him flatter people, girls in particular, tom many times to believe even a word of what he said.
"And since you are prone to mistaking an insult for a compliment, I'll take what you intended as an insult to be a compliment, shall I?" Rose folded her hands unconsciously but unfolded them immediately. The Muggle Psychology book she had read had said that folding your hands indicated a closed mind and stubborn nature, both of which she was trying not to get over.
"Take it whatever way you want, Weasley, but this…" Scorpius said, indicating the note "Is so totally going to be my trump card." A devilish smirk came upon his face, and Rose almost groaned. There were no limitations as to what he would do with it; Rose shuddered thinking of the least injurious possibilities.
"You can do nothing with it. It's just a useless bit of parchment." Rose tried to say it off handedly, but she had a sneaking suspicion it came out sounding nervous.
"Oh really? I suppose you do know that the entire population of Hogwarts has been waiting to see why the 'oh so great Rose Weasley' doesn't date. What would they say when they find out that she has been waiting for her 'Prince Charming'?" Rose was distracted from biting Scorpius' head off at this point by Albus.
"Scor, I don't think that's…" Albus shrugged to Scorpius in a helpless gesture, but Scorpius seemed to understand.
"Come on, Al, even you have to admit the mighty Weasley needs to be taken down a peg or two, or several." Albus had the good grace to blush as he looked at his enraged cousin.
Rose was fuming; not that it was anything new when that slithering ferret was concerned, but more so than usual. She was all prepared to show just who needed to be taken down one too many pegs when Scorpius, seemingly bored with the conversation, shrugged his shoulders.
Wiping off imaginary bits of dust from his cloak, he said, "I think I've had enough boring talk for one day, Al, don't you? See you on your day of humiliation, oh sorry, coronation, Your Highness." With a final smirk and a wave to Aquila, Scorpius left, leaving Albus and Aquila behind to try to calm down a murderous Rose.
A/n: And the second chapter is up! I know it's taken me waay too long to update this, but I promise the updates would be a bit more regular from now on!
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