Defense Against the Dark Arts has always been my best subject; I relish every spell I cast. I inherited it from my father, a practical auror. I walk down the hallway to my favorite class, even though it's a little early. I like being the first one to class, especially so early in the year so I can pick my seat. I like walking alone, too. The beauty of the old castle always stuns me. The old staircases and the worn floors hold so many secrets that I haven't even begun to tap. I listen to the soft sound of my footsteps thudding on the thick carpets and smile. This truly is my home.

I turn a corner and walk into the Defense against the Dark Arts classroom and note the absence of a teacher. I pick a worn table in the middle of the room and start to take my books out of my bag. I tuck them into my new desk and then pull out my sketch pad. Looking at the clock, I have about 15 minutes before anyone else will arrive.

I pick up my grey charcoal pencil, and lightly touch it to my heavy parchment paper. I don't know what to draw; I'm pulling up a blank. So I close my eyes and feel myself drawing two ovals. I open my eyes, and draw a circle within each one. As my mind begins to catch on to my illustration, I add details. Some shine to the iris and shadowy lashes to frame them.

I close my eyes again and open them. Looking at my paper, I see Scorpius Malfoy's eyes staring back at me. My breath catches at their uncanny likeness to the real thing. They have a certain hardness to them, as if they're hiding something. They look like they have been through so much. Could what I have always mistaken for cruelty, actually be fear?

I'm tied up in these questions, when I suddenly hear a smooth voice from behind me. "You're a good artist, you know that?"

I snap my notebook shut and spin around to find myself face to face with the real Scorpius Malfoy. "What the hell are you doing? You can't just sneak up on people and look over their shoulders! What are you even doing here, you bloody prat?"

He looks a little setback by my outburst, but his tone is as cool as ever, "I could ask you the same thing, Rose."

I hate that he's turning this back to me, "I was… It's not... I like being here early, okay?"

"Okay, okay. I can see you don't wanna be disturbed. Just… Go back to whatever you were doing."

"Well I bloody can't now, can I? You've broken my concentration." I complain.

"Well, maybe…" He begins to say something, but stops when he notices people milling into the classroom. "Nevermind…" He mutters.

I turn back to face the front of the class and grumble to myself. He doesn't get to look at whatever he wants. And sneaking up on me was rude! I reacted just fine… He's a twat anyways…

I'm still brooding when Teddy slides into the seat next to me. "Well hey there, sunshine" He says, obviously noting my bothered attitude. "You look… Lovely."

I glare at him. "Scorpius snuck up on me drawing a picture of his eyes…" Teddy laughs.

"That's a little creepy, Rosie. Did he freak out?"

I stare at my desk and notice carvings in the soft wood made by obnoxious students from years past. "No… But I freaked on him. I didn't mean to, he just surprised me…"

He laughs again. "Someone's getting a little crush!" He says, chuckling.

"No! I'm not! I hate him! You know what he did! How can I forgive him for that? Tell me how!" I crumple into Teddy's shoulder. "I don't know how…"

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