I've decided that I'm going to write a musical about how much working in a factory sucks and it's going to be called "I Hate This Stupid Job." I already have part of the final number:

Don't be a fool,
And think you're too cool,
To go back to school,
Cuz working in a factory suuuuuuuks!

Get your education, kids, or else you won't have time to write fanfiction. Thankfully, my last day is in a week and I'll finally be able to practice what I preach.

Anyway, here's a tidbit that's not so much Rose/Scorpius as it is brotherly affection...with a little Rose/Scorpius thrown in there of course!

Albus found his brother right where he expected; in the Great Hall, sitting at the Gryffindor table, surprisingly—and thankfully—alone, just as Albus wanted.

The bag made a satisfying clinking noise as Albus sat it—rather, threw it—on the table next to James. James, who had just been staring moodily at the food on his place, looked up at the bag and then at Albus, muttering, "What's this, then?"

"A wager," Albus answered. An eyebrow arched, James took the bag from the table and looked greedily inside. "Ten galleons, in fact." At the shocked look on James's face, Albus stifled a laugh. "Careful, James, or your face will stick like that."

"What're you doing, throwing around this kind of money?" James demanded, his hand still firmly clenched around the bag.

"It could be yours, if you'd like."

"I'm listening."

Albus took a seat next to his brother, glancing around to make sure there were no other cousins about, before murmuring. "Ten galleons says that Scorp and Rose will be together by the end of our seventh year."

James let out a spluttering laugh, making the few other people sitting at the Gryffindor table turn and stare. "That's rich, Al, really rich," James said, wiping a tear from his eye. "If you're gonna blow money like that, you might as well pay that old bat Trelawney for one of her 'predictions'. At least then you'd get a good laugh."

"I'm serious, James." Albus insisted as his brother continued to laugh.

"Oh? And what makes you so sure?"

Albus looked over at the Slytherin table at the other end of the hall, and his brother followed his gaze. There, they could see Scorpius Malfoy glowering at the Ravenclaw table, where some Hufflepuff boy was talking to Rose Weasley, making her toss her red hair and smile prettily.

James shook his head, smirking. "Tsk, tsk, Albus, betting on your best mate's and your best cousin's love life. I thought I taught you better than that."

"Is it a deal or not?" Albus demanded.

But James only continued to smirk, purposefully annoying Albus. "What would dear Mum say if she knew you were gambling like this?"

"Probably the same thing she'd say if she knew you were snogging Willow Thomas every bloody minute."

James scowled as Albus smirked, knowing he had bested his brother. "Alright, then, I'll take your bet. But I bet twenty galleons that it won't happen. They can hardly stay in the same room without hexing each other."

"For now, at least," Albus conceded. Holding out his hand, he asked, "So, it's a deal?"

James seemed to deliberate for a moment, but finally grabbed his brothers hand and shook it. "Deal. But neither of us can interfere. Wouldn't be right."

Albus grinned, grabbing the bag of coins from his brother and a helping of sausage. "Wouldn't dream of it."