Parchment
A/N: I'm really sorry about the late update; school's been giving me so much homework. =( So, I guess you're all bored in the last few chapters. Well don't worry, because this chapter will start all the interesting stuff! (Well, it depends if you think it's interesting. ^^) Enjoy!
CHAPTER 4: Transparent Surprise
I groaned, and ignored my screeching alarm clock yet again. Couldn't I get one more minute of sleep? It's the summer holi-Suddenly, my eyes popped open. Damn! I'd forgotten that if was a school day! The summer bug hasn't worn off. Quickly, I got up from bed and randomly glanced at my clothes. Strangely, I noticed that I was still wearing my school uniform from yesterday. I rubbed my eyes, and decided that I was too tired from homework to let it worry me. I looked at my clock to check the time.
Oh. Crap.
Repeatedly, I chanted 'I'm late' and scurried around to get things done. I was too lazy to brush my teeth, and I scrambled down the stairs into the Great Hall. No one turned to look at me as I rushed in, panting hard. Scanning the Ravenclaw table to find an open seat, I noticed one right next to my Ravenclaw friend, Agnes White.
"Morning Agnes," I muttered casually. Weirdly, Agnes didn't reply, and she was those types of people that loved talking. I looked at her strangely, and turned to pick up a piece of toast, biting into it. Pain stung at my finger, and I looked down to see that I held nothing between my fingers. I was absolutely sure that I had taken the slice of toast, but it appeared that I had not. I examined the piece of bread, and my hand. Did I have some zero energy sickness that made me unable to hold anything?
Some 5th year took the slice that I was suspiciously glancing at, and ate it. My mouth opened to protest at the impoliteness of the movement, and he didn't even give a glance at me. Children these days are such impolite creatures. My hand moved to pick up my fork, and I realised that I couldn't, like the toast. Grumpy, I attempted to grasp anything that I could within reach (Which actually wasn't very far, since I woke up exhausted and late.) and all of them, even a cup of tea, wouldn't even budge.
I snarled; was someone playing a prank on me today? For goodness' sakes, it's the second day of school and I have to suffer without food. Abso-bloody-lutely great. Hurriedly, I sat onto another seat and did the same thing, but with the same results. There couldn't be a spell that powerful so it could just affect me and not others. I recounted each textbook that I've read that has related information about any possible spell that could've been cast against me. I groaned; there were none that I knew of. I gave up on recalling information, and searched around for culprits to this horrid joke.
Unsurprisingly, my eyes rested on Albus, and I stormed over to the Gryffindor table and punched him on the back. There was no response, no wince, no flinch.
"Alright, this isn't funny Al," I practically yelled, "Get me rid of this stupid charm this instant." Believe me, I could feel steam rushing out my ears at that time, and my face completely scarlet with enrage.
My nerve broke, and I kicked him on the back as hard as I could. Again, there was no effect on him at all. That must've been another side effect of the charm.
Suddenly, a cold shiver ran down my spine, as I realised who would've been clever enough to make this charm, and was gleeful to do that.
Mr. Egotistical Platinum Blonde Prat, also known as Scorpius Hyperion (Don't ask me how I know his middle name, because I don't know either.) Malfoy.
"MALFOY!" I screamed at the top of my lungs. He jumped violently, and narrowed his eyes at me. Finally, a reaction! I clenched my hands and started to walk in a slow, dangerous way.
"What do you want, Weasley? I'm in a crappy enough mood already," he snapped irritably.
"Well, get the counter charm for this damn prank, Malfoy!" I stomped my foot and snarled.
"I don't even know what you mean, Ravenclaw princess!" he shouted back. Malfoy looked indignant, furious, and slightly confused.
"This!" Promptly, I slapped Leandre Zabini, a crony of Malfoy, straight at his face. He continued to talk to Arden Leclair without even having a slight effect at him. Malfoy's eyes widened and a look of understanding flashed through his face. I crossed my arms and gave him a look to explain himself.
"Isn't it just blatant? I'm in the same situation! Elise whines on and on to Arden and Leandre about where I am, and it's getting effing annoying when I'm right next to her." He rolled his eyes, "And I can't even eat a single bleeding thing!"
Before I could even reply, two figures appeared at the entrance of the Great Hall which made my eyes widen so much I thought they may simply pop out of my head.
What. The. Bloody. Hell?
There was an exact copy of Malfoy and me. I mean it literally, from each strand of hair to the shapes of their feet. The Malfoy that was sitting next to me had a gobsmacked expression. He stared at me, then at the other Rose. I guessed I had a similar facial expression as him.
Without even thinking, I blurted out to the Malfoy next to me, "Who are you?"
"Me? I'm the REAL Scorpius Malfoy!" he retorted, "I would never trail behind Rose Weasley by choice. Besides, look at those ghastly clothes he's wearing! And he's so bloody quiet!"
I rolled my eyes; the typical egotistic brat. But I could see a difference between the Malfoy I hated, and the "fake" Malfoy. Malfoy always held his head high, and strutted around as if he owned the place, which bugged me a lot every time he did that.
"As much as I hate to say it, I agree," I muttered rapidly. Malfoy had a smug smirk on his face, and I wanted to slap that smile off of his face. Instead, I narrowed my eyes and continued to observe our doppelgangers.
"There's something different about, err, me, too." I pointed out, tilting my head to try and work out what had changed.
"Oh, that's simple to see," Malfoy replied, before quirking an eyebrow at me, "Look closer."
I listened to his suggestion, and noticed more and more differences about the new me. Her hair was made sleek and straight, and she walked in a way not unlike Malfoy before that charm thing happened to us. There was something about that Rose that made people gravitate towards her.
"Charisma," Malfoy suddenly said, as if reading my thoughts, "That is the thing that's different between that Rose and you." Again, I had to agree.
"Well, we need to talk to them right now and figure out what this sodding thing is! I just hope that they can see us," I glared at the copies of us furiously. Who dares to pretend to be the Rose Weasley, daughter of two-thirds of the Golden Trio? She-or he-will be getting hell out of this.
Slowly, carefully, I walked up to the clones with an enraged expression. My hand groped for my wand, and I realised that it wasn't with me. Inwardly, I cursed. I could hear Malfoy groan extremely loudly with annoyance and exasperation but I ignored it.
With a tremble, I shakily strode until I stood a short distance away from them. The "fake" Malfoy started to slink to the Slytherin table, and was currently ambushed by Elise, Arden, and Leandre. I could see the other Malfoy, the invisible one, narrowing his eyes.
I couldn't be bothered with Malfoy jealously watching someone steal his friends. I had grown up problems; I wanted to get rid of this stupid curse.
I waved a hand over the fake Rose as she chatted with MY friends. She didn't respond at all. I was actually wondering whether this was a dream until that Rose got up and left the Great Hall. "Malfoy" trailed behind her, a few metres away.
"Rose!" Both of us turned around to look around the Great Hall. Just at that instant, I knew that Malfoy wasn't the only person that I could interact with.
The fake Malfoy following "Rose" glanced right at me for one second, before turning away. They could see us too. In that moment, I knew that this wasn't just some prank, and Malfoy and I were stuck in this terrible situation.
Maybe I should've contemplated the omen during the train ride more seriously. This year has already taken a drastic downfall, but only Malfoy and I were aware of it.
Lily's POV
"Rose!" I cried out as I chased after her. She turned around, and I noticed that her hair was sleek straight. Hmm, that's odd. Rose never straightens her hair.
"Yes, Lily?" Rose's smile was wide, but I was very familiar with that kind of smile when I was younger. They were those smiles people, namely women and girls, used when they were talking to children. I gave her a confused look, but I asked her my question.
"You forgot to talk to us today, Al, Hugo, and me." I pouted in a playful way, "What happened?"
"Oh, I had a really horrid night yesterday," Rose replied breezily, "Tons of homework! I guess the summer bug hasn't worn off yet. I'm really sorry!" Now that sounded much more like the Rose I knew.
"It's fine, Rose!" I said cheerfully, "Just come and catch up later on?" I winked at her, and Rose smiled back. There's still that same smile she wore just before... Rose continued on her walking, and waved back to me.
"Bye cous'!" I called. I could hear Rose faintly laughing as she turned a corridor. There was something familiar about her walk, but I couldn't place my finger on it. Better ask Al and Hugh.
I strode back to the Great Hall, endless thoughts on my mind.
A/N: I'm guessing that you're all wondering about Scorpius and Rose observing the Rose and Scorpius doppelgangers sounds a little OOC and strange of them. You have to remember that even though Rose has a horrid temper, she's not a Gryffindor, who would storm up to them and argue the daylights out of them. And Scorpius is a Slytherin, so it's much more unlikely that he would be acting Gryffindorish. Who do you think the copies are? Or what are they?
More ScoRose drama! Happy now, readers? :D And guess what? There's going to be more of that, and drama with the other characters! Okay, there are clichés in this story, yes. I put some in each chapter, but I'm not going to go overboard with them. But every story has clichés, right? You can't really create a good story without some clichés in them. I hope there isn't a pattern of them in my stories.
I may discontinue this story, since it doesn't seem to be popular because of how few reviews there are. If you want this story to continue, please, please review. Thanks if you did!
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