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One. Wow. Disclaimer: I don't own any characters who J.K. Rowling made up.
The next morning, Scorpius was awakened by Flint's grunting snores. He pulled on his new Slytherin robes, which he had found sitting on his emerald hanged four-poster, and headed down to breakfast.
He didn't get quite that far, though; he was ambushed in the common room by Violet.
"Scorpius?" she had pestered once he was detained. "Does Adam ever, you know, talk about me?"
"Well," he had answered irritably. He was not a morning person. "In all the hours you've known each other, he's mentioned you exactly twice."
"Really?" she fluttered, "What did he say?"
"First, that you were smarter than Jade, and second, that you were prettier than Jade." that was, of course, a blatant lie, but Violet didn't need to know that. All Adam had said was that she had been staring at his ass.
Scorpius managed to shake her off and reach the Great Hall. The only people there were the early risers, but he recognized the Slytherin girl from the night before. Upon seeing him, she gestured for him to come sit across from her. A myriad of doodles and graphs were spread before her, and her plate of waffles and strawberries was pushed off to the side.
"You're Scorpius Malfoy, right?" he nodded, stifling a yawn. "I'm Julie Garbini, Slytherin Quidditch Captain and Beater. I want you to be our Seeker, if you have any of your mum or dad's talent."
"But I'm a first year," he had protested meekly. He knew his father had been a Seeker, and a good one at that, and had always wanted him to follow in his footsteps. His mother had been chaser, but still maintained that she was horrible.
"And? Ever since Harry effin' Potter showed up, age doesn't matter. Besides, little tiny first years make good Seekers. Are you any good?"
"A bit," he couldn't pull off the modest act for long. "Yeah, I am."
"Well then, I'll see you at tryouts on…" she racked her memory for the date, "Sunday at noon. If you don't have a broom, borrow one."
With that, she returned to the papers, which Scorpius now saw were complex sketches of Quidditch plays. Females weren't normally Beaters, but Julie had what looked like an all-muscle, no fat frame. Well, there was some fat, but it added to her overall appearance.
"Garbini," called the same Gryffindor she had flipped off the previous night. "I see you're already recruiting. Are you scared of our team?"
"In you dreams, Lee," she responded, barely looking up from her current play.
"Who is that?" Scorpius asked, curiosity getting the best of him.
"Nick Lee. He's in my year and is Chaser and Captain for the Gryffindor team," she pondered adding more, but decided against it.
He took a moment to examine Nick. He, too, was of the all-muscle type. He had red hair, in a less violent shade than the Weasleys'. All together, he looked like a classic bad boy, but as he was in Gryffindor, probably wasn't.
Jade picked that moment to alight in a chair next to Scorpius. She glanced at Julie. Considering she was at least five years older and looked like she could squish Jade into the ground, it was probably a smart choice to be polite and say, "I'm Jade Zabini. Pleasure to meet you."
"Ew," she grabbed up her papers and moved to where the black haired Prefect, Elizabeth, was sitting.
Jade looked mutinous, and hissed, "Bitch!"
"Heard that!" the Captain yelled.
Jade flushed, and they were joined by Ben and Adam; who was closely followed by Violet. The trio sat down and helped themselves to the multitudes of breakfast food on the long, wooden table.
"What was Captain Bitchy-"
"Heard that, too. You need to work on speaking more quietly."
Jade flushed deeper, and continued savagely, "What was- it talking to you about?"
"She wants me to try out for Seeker."
"Mate, can you even fly?" Ben asked incredulously.
"Yes, I can." he answered defensively.
Seemingly out of thin air, all the students' schedules appeared on the table in front of them.
Violet read out loud, "Today we have Transfiguration, then Potions, then Herbology, Flying Lessons, lunch, Defense Against the Dark Arts, and Charms."
"We can all read, but thank you anyway," Jade snapped, still ina furor over Julie.
"Be nice, Jade," Adam said. Most likely he was just sick of Jade's narcissism, but Violet seemed to positively float.
She gazed at him, and he shifted uncomfortably towards Ben. Ben, however, was staring across the hall again.
"Still in love with the Mudblood?" Scorpius asked disparagingly.
"She's not a Mudblood!" he answered, "And have you looked at her?"
"Honestly, no." Ben glared at him.
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Transfiguration was taught by Professor Lee Jordan, who had dreadlocks. This made him an instant hit with some of the girls, who had been expecting an old, gray-haired man.
"So, class," he had started after calling roll, "Have any of you ever been to Weasley's Wizard Wheezes?"
Almost everyone raised their hand, "Well, a lot of their jokes incorporate Transfiguration. Can anyone think of an example?"
"Canary Creams," the know-it-all answered. It turned out she was in Ravenclaw. Go figure.
"Exactly," he pulled out a small cream puff and stuck it in his mouth. Immediately he turned into a huge yellow bird then molted back into himself. After shaking off a few stubborn, remaining feathers, he said, "We can do the same thing with a wand. Like this-" he tapped his desk and turned it into a pygmy hippo and back, "Or this-" an apple sitting on the former hippo turned into a golden goblet, "Or even this." the whole classroom turned into a tropical rainforest.
"However, you kids are going to be starting small. Matches to needles…"
The Potions professor was slightly less pleasing on the eyes, he was a fat, crotchety, old man of about eighty. The only vaguely interesting part of the class was leaving.
"Professor Longbottom," the Herbologist introduced himself as, "And as you may have noticed, I teach Herbology."
That earned a few giggles, and Rose, whose house took Herbology with the Slytherins, called out, "In case you see him later, James was supposed to give you Mrs. Potters' love, but was too embarrassed."
Ben, who was paying no attention to the lesson whatsoever, whispered to Scorpius, "There she is!"
"You do know that I have 20/20 vision, correct?" Scorpius answered, determinedly looking anywhere but at Weasley.
"Funny," growled Nott, "Go talk to her."
"Why me?"
"Because she's been avoiding me since I tried to corner her this morning," he explained.
"I wonder why," Scorpius muttered. He remained in the exact same spot, away from Rose. Far away.
Both the Gryffindors and the Slytherins had Flying Lessons after Herbology, and on the walk there, Rose caught up to Scorpius.
"How's your first day been?" she asked with mild interest.
"Brilliant," he answered shortly.
"You're friend, Ben," Ben perked up slightly as he heard his name from his position about fifteen feet in front of them. Rose didn't notice. "He's not a molester or anything, is he?"
"No."
"Are you capable of speaking more than one word at a time?" Rose asked sharply.
"Yes," he answered, "I just choose not to."
"You're an asshole," she informed him before falling back to walk with the Gryffindors.
"What'd she say?" Ben pestered.
"That I'm an asshole," Scorpius said quietly.
"Oh, great," he said, obviously pleased that he hadn't been the subject of Rose's disparages.
They approached the field where their lesson would be taking place, and where Wood was already standing. Ben made a valiant effort to get a broom next to Rose, but was cut off by Albus and a brunette who was cracking his knuckles menacingly.
When everyone was situated beside a broom, Wood said loudly, "Let's fly."
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