Emotion: Excitement


I heard shouting in the Great Hall. Of course, I knew what it was. It was Rose and Scorpius. They were yelling at each other (probably for a stupid reason). Then, they would start snogging. It happened every morning; it wasn't something that could be avoided.

"Go find some other girl to snog, Malfoy!" Rose shouted. "Go away, you son of a bitch!"

I couldn't believe it. Scorpius had gotten burned down. Rose had rejected him. I felt excitement flutter in my heart. Maybe this was my chance to win him.

A bewildered Scorpius Malfoy came out of the Great Hall. He looked absolutely shocked, and a little bit frightened. Then tears began to bubble in his eyes and his lower lip began to quiver. That's when he saw me.

"What are you looking at, Weasley?" he demanded. It was obvious he was trying to sound strong, but it came out as a weak croak.

"Got burned down by Rose?"

He nodded. "What did I do?"

"Dunno." I shrugged. "Maybe there's another guy."

Scorpius' eyes watered more, but he pushed them back. Either with blink of the eye or the wipe of a sleeve, Scorpius kept the tears from falling. Excitement billowed in my heart. This was my chance! Of course, I wasn't going to go into some love confession. I had to play it cool.

"Does Scorpius need a hug?" I asked in a mocking tone.

"You're mocking me, Weasley," Scorpius muttered.

"Half of the Great Hall is mocking you, mate," I replied. "You should at least be glad I'm offering you a hug."

This time, when the tears came, Scorpius didn't wipe them away. He stumbled forward, and I caught him. He began crying into my chest. I patted his back and embraced him tightly. However, my heart was fluttering around like an angry bird. Could this be a start of a new relationship? Excitement rang in my ears; I wasn't conscious of any other noise except the ringing of my heart until-

"Roxanne Weasley and Scorpius Malfoy, what in the bloody hell are you two doing?"

Scorpius and I jumped apart instantly at the sight of Erica's cold, merciless eyes beaming down on us. We bowed our heads like ashamed children getting scolded by their parents. Erica laughed, amused.

"Your ears are red, Weasley!"


Don't you just love Erica? Always barging in at the wrong place at the wrong time!