AN: Still sorry for not updating. Drama takes alot out of you. Especially when your in "curtain productions".
As for the stuff about the Muggle-Pureblood nobility in this chapter, I just made it up, along with the Kensingtons. It'll make sense later on in the chapter. I kinda took the idea from the way the book series The Luxe (by Anna Godberson) treats high class.
Disclaimer: I wish.
Rose's POV:
"Porter Thomas?!" Masen, Sadie, and Daphne gasped in unison. We were sitting on Masen's bed in his room, Friday night, alone in his dorm. I blew my bangs out of my face and looked up at his canopy over the bed.
"Yes. Porter Thomas asked me out. And I said yes. What's so odd about that?" I didn't want to sound defensive, but I knew thats how I came across.
"Well, it isn't as if you have an amazing track record, Rosie." Sadie said lightly. I looked at her questioningly, but it was Masen who answered.
"Well, lets see. First boyfriend, Kyle Lancaster, third year. You made him cry on the first date when he said Bulgaria had a better Quidditch team than Great Britain." I started to protest, but Masen raised his voice and continued on like I hadn't spoken.
"Second boyfriend, Abraham MacMillian, fourth year. Your relationship lasted a week, and it ended when you got in a fist fight with him that resulted in you giving him two black eyes and a concussion, whilst you walked away with a busted lip, which you gave yourself." I smiled at this memory, and chuckled softly.
Daphne burst out laughing, and said "I remember that fight! Wasn't it over Quidditch, too?" I nodded.
"Third boyfriend, Olivier Le Rheaux, fourth year. This one lasted the longest, seven months, but you broke up with him." Masen met my eyes and I mouthed thank you. I appreciated him keeping the reasons for our break up to himself. Only Masen knew that Olivier broke up with me for not sleeping with him. He was a fifth year, and I was only fourteen. I didn't love him.
Masen cleared his throat and continued. "Fourth boyfriend, Decklin Finnegan, fifth year. Mutual decision to break up." I actually liked dating Decklin. He was sweet and funny, and we dated for six months. It was just that we were better friends than boyfriend-girlfriend. I was still good friends with him. He was also Porter Thomas' best friend.
"And finally Nathaniel Kensington-Zabini. Fifth year. Broke up with him because he's a pretentious berk." Masen concluded while digging his hand into the bowl of chips we were all sharing.
"Whats with the hyphenated last name?" Sadie asked after a moment of thoughtful silence. I shrugged, as I honestly didn't have a clue, and Masen looked lost as well. Daphne was the one to respond.
"Its because his mother is from a well known English Muggle family, the Kensingtons. Its like.... The Potters, or the Blacks from your granparents time, or the Weasleys and Potters now. They're, like, the Upper Class. The Elite. Only more so in the Muggle world. Everyone in Upper Class Muggle England knows who they are." She said.
"I thought Zabini's dad was a pureblood." Masen said, still looking confused.
"Oh, he is. Nate is a halfblood." Daphne said matter of factly. I looked up at her.
"Nate?" I said, amazed. I didn't know she knew Zabini so well. Apparently, neither did Sadie or Masen.
Daphne blushed. "Our mothers are best friends. Even though he's a year older than me, I've been friends with him since I was born." She didn't meet any of our eyes a fact that Sadie and I both caught.
"Did it bother you, then, that we really trashed him when he and Rose broke it off?" Masen asked with what it seemed like was feigned nonchalance.
"No. Nate's an arrogant, kind of chauvanist and sexist berk. He knows it, though, so it didn't really bother me." Daph said.
"He's adorable, though." Sadie said, smiling in that way she always did when ever the subject of good looking guys came up. Masen looked kind of uncomfortable at this point.
"Yeah, he is." Daphne said, sounding kind of sad.
I looked at her questioningly. She just shook her head.
"Well, that doesn't solve my Porter Problem." I said, grabbing a handful of chips.
"Oh, so now he's a problem?" Masen laughed. I stuck my chip covered tounge out at him. "Attractive, Posie. You should do that on Saturday. Then you wouldn't have a "Porter Problem"." Masen sneered jokingly.
"But it really is a problem." Sadie said, her big blue eyes impossibly wider as she nodded. As she was about to elaborate, the dorm door opened and Decklin and Porter, two of the last people I wanted to see at this point strolled in. They were laughing like they'd just shared some inside joke that no one else would get, even if you explained it to them several times.
Decklin saw us girls first and sobered up pretty quickly. He kinda slapped Porter in the ribs with the back of his hand and cleared his throat. Porter finally registered the sight before him and gulped. It was an awkward situation to say the least.
"So.... How 'bout those Cannons?" Sadie said, attempting to break the awkward silence. We all turned to stare at her in bewilderment. She shrunk under our stared and looked to Daphne for help.
"Well. C'mon Rose, Sadie, lets go to the library or something." Daphne, Sadie and I hastily got up and left. As I exited the door, Porter caught my eye and winked. I felt the heat rise to my cheeks and I quickly looked away.
