Malfoy, you dipshit, you went and got me detention! I'm a Weasley. We don't get detention.
I thought we were using first names now? And anyway, Weasleys do so get detention. Or need I remind you of your twin uncles?
Jesus Christ, you and your first names. Scorpius, you dipshit, you went and got me detention! And besides, even if Weasleys do get detention – I'm half Granger, and Grangers definitely don't get detention.
Ah, you may have a point there, Miss Half-Granger. But, just so you know – you got yourself detention. All I did was play along.
You can't mean what I think you mean.
I mean exactly what you think I mean.
How can you know that? You're not a Legilimens.
How can you know that? But anyway, were you or were you not thinking that I'm a giant douche for insinuating that you went and got yourself detention?
… I was.
Well, then, I must be a giant douche, 'cause that's exactly what I'm insinuating. You, Rose Weasley, just went and got yourself detention. And if you don't stop chucking those notes at me so bloody obviously, you'll get a second one to match.
Damn you, Scorpius, damn you.
Hey, all I did was reply to your notes. You would have been mad if I'd blown you off, right?
Right.
Exactly, so you can't be mad at me for not blowing you off.
I suppose.
Besides, you got McGonagall – that woman loves you. Plus, she's going senile, have you noticed?
She is not going senile!
Yesterday, she was teaching us how to Transfigure household objects, but she accidentally turned her desk into an elephant.
I'm sure that could happen to anyone.
Keep telling yourself that, dear, and maybe one day it'll come true.
Don't you 'dear' me!
Oh, I'm sorry. Would you prefer honey?
I would prefer my name, if indeed you have to talk to me at all.
Oh, Rosie, you wound me! (Better?)
Ah, if you must.
I must.
Fine, then. Now, do you understand any of this Arithmancy bullshit?
Yes, I do, actually.
Would you mind, um, explaining some of it? 'Cause I really don't get it.
Miss Half-Granger doesn't get it? Alert the Daily Prophet at once!
Shush! Remember, I'm also half Weasley. Half Ron Weasley, to be precise. He really doesn't get it. At all.
Meh, I suppose that is true. I'm still having a field day with this, just so you know.
Oh, I know. And I resent it. Also, I think Vector may resent your joyous crowing.
Joyous crowing?
Yeah. It isn't nearly as quiet as you think.
I'm devastated.
I'm sure you are. Now, this Arithmancy?
Impatient, are we?
I just kinda want to get it over with, all right? I'm hungry.
Hungry... that reminds me. Could I sit with you at lunch, do you think?
Er... why?
Cause I'm not a pureblood fascist, remember? Okay, so hardly any of the Slytherins are, but they're just... irritating me at the moment. So could I sit with you?
As long as the others don't mind, I suppose.
The others?
Hugo, Albus, Lily. My family?
Oh, joy. A Weasley reunion. Do you have it every meal?
If you want to sit with me, suck it up. I'm not deserting my family to sit with you. Ha.
Fineeeeee.
Now, the Arithmancy?
Yeah, yeah.
Thanks.