A/N: Yes so DUAL POV time! How exciting? You get to see both Alexia Thomas-Finnegan's POV and Rose's (hell yeah!). Alexia is one of our OCs introduced in a previous chapter alongside her twin brother Connor and a brief mention of her sort-of-brother Eliot. Basically, they are all adopted by Dean and Seamus and Eliot has different biological parents to Alexia and Connor. Just thought I'd fill in the blanks. Also this chapter was mainly devised so that I could make Lorcan topless… Not so that I could imagine him (thank you very much) but mainly so that I could show you how flustered he is… And how attractive… Soooooo… Yeah! WARNING: Topless gay thirteen year old… Every girl's dream ;D
Alexia's POV:
I woke up early the first morning of term; I set my alarm an hour and a half earlier than necessary to avoid being late for class and also so I could get first dibs on the shower and bathroom.
Yawning, I found myself crawling out of the comforts of my blue and silver four poster bed and over to where the sink was. I stared at my bedraggled appearance in the mirror, frizzy blonde hair stuck out in all directions and my grey eyes were layered with dark circles. It was hardly a good look. Unfortunately, I'd left my towel in the common room to get warm on the radiator and had forgotten to bring it back into my dorm room. Reluctantly, I opened the door of the room as quietly as I could and walked down the corridor to the common room.
The room was empty apart from the furniture. The statue of Ravenclaw herself was standing as majestic as ever, still and unmoving. There was a library of sorts at the far end of the room, not to mention bookshelves dotted around against almost every wall. Everything was ordered and had its place. I almost hated that about Ravenclaw, it was the opposite of my bedroom which was all cluttered and everything put away in a hurry or spread out on the floor.
I walked over to the radiator, trying desperately not to make a noise and therefore wake the others. I had my white fluffy towel within my grasps when there was a scuffling noise and the sound of footsteps coming from the boys' dormitories.
I was going to run to the showers for fear that whoever it was would laugh at my ridiculous bedhead. I knew it was vein, but I hated my hair for being unwilling.
Unfortunately, the person managed to make their way into the common room before I had a chance to move. I was relieved to see that it was only Lorcan Scammander. He was alright, a nice guy even. In fact, I'd go so far as to say he was more mature than any of the lads in my year, especially James Potter. And not just based on personality.
When he walked into the common room, the first thing I noticed was the fact that his chest was bare and he was only wearing navy blue pyjama bottoms. He looked up in alarm when he noticed I was there, straight away lifting up his arms to cover his pale skin. He was only thirteen and yet actually incredibly fit. He clearly had good personal hygiene, which was rare in teenage boys. If I hadn't seen the way he buries himself in books, I would assume he was into sports or working out with a body like that.
"Oh!" He said uncomfortably. "Hello."
"H…Hi!" I stuttered. Suddenly remembering my mental hair and I began frantically smoothing it down.
He laughed. "I think you should keep it like that!" He pointed at my bedhead, but smiled in a nice way rather than mockingly, almost as if he meant it.
"Lorcan!" I blushed, letting my arms fall to my sides in exasperation.
"I came for my shirt actually; I hung it up in here to get rid of the creases." Lorcan explained gesturing just behind me to where his shirt was hanging on a coat hook by the entrance.
I nodded, but failed to notice that he was asking me to pass it to him, his arm out stretched. You could have cut the tension with a knife before I suddenly realised. "Oh yes! Sorry, hang on." I blushed even further, leaning over and retrieving his shirt.
"Thanks." He smirked, running a hand through his perfect sandy hair. It was odd to see it without gel or a sticking charm, but he still looked incredibly good. Too good.
After this odd conversation, he nodded and walked back towards the dormitories.
I sighed before making my own way to the showers. That boy was really too good to be true. But I didn't care. Did I? I mean, he's a year younger than me, how could I date him? Wait, who said anything about dating?
Rose's POV:
I sat with Scorpius at breakfast time. I definitely do not fancy him, thank you very much. He just so happens to share my interest in studying so we end up talking a lot. I really hate all this prejudice against his family, although he loses his temper sometimes, Scorpius is a nice enough guy. Very polite and organised. What I have noticed is how shy he is sometimes; he doesn't like conflict especially when it involves his sister Lyra. He never likes getting involved in class and just stays quiet most of the time. James is still convinced he's evil though.
The first night at Hogwarts is always difficult for me, I can never sleep with all the excitement of the work ahead. But despite my exhaustion, I always aim to do my best in all my lessons. This year would be no different. In fact, my first lessons were charms and history of magic; two of my all-time favourites! It was brilliant! I was really excited for my lesson after break time as well; this year we got to choose two new subjects. Mum said that ancient runes was a fascinating subject and arithmancy would be an interesting academic subject so I chose them. I'd been reading all about them and couldn't wait for the lesson to begin. Scorpius is doing arithmancy with me, but he chose to take up divination instead of ancient runes. When I asked him why he told me he was 'more interested in the future than the past.'
I guess it's okay because Roxanne and Lysander are in ancient runes with me so I won't be on my own. Lorcan and Albus chose to do care of magical creatures and muggle studies. Muggle studies seemed so random to me but Albus said he wanted an easy pass and Lorcan grew up in a pureblood household so the pair of them decided to do it together. If you ask me, it's just another excuse to muck about with each other. Those two are inseparable these days, if I didn't know better, I'd almost believe Lyra's rumours! But I could never say that out loud, James would take it as an excuse to insult my house. It's really not fair, especially since Uncle Harry told them to stop. I know he didn't really like Scorpius's father, but he said it wasn't fair to judge. I was shocked at Albus, he's named after a Slytherin, you'd think he'd have a little more respect. But no… They're just like my dad.
He kicked off when I was put in Slytherin, after everything he, mum and uncle Harry went though, he still keeps the same childish viewpoint that 'there wasn't a witch or wizard who went bad who wasn't in Slytherin.' And it's totally barbaric.
Someone would have to do something soon to get people to start treating each other with respect around here. And if nobody was going to, then I would have to take matters into my own hands.
Professor McGonagall was always very interested in what I had to say in class, perhaps she wouldn't mind if I shared some of my thoughts with her at the end of a transfiguration lesson. Then maybe something would be done about it. Yes, I decided, that was exactly what I would do.
