I'm not a popular person, and I have never pretended to be one. I'm just me, Rose Weasley, nerd with an obsession.
My obsession? Well, I love to sing.
Like, really, really, really, love to sing.
In fact, it was because of me and my best friend, Lucy, who got the club started. We go and sing for hours. It's amazing and I look forward to Thursday all week.
One day, a new member joined. Scorpius Malfoy joined us.
There's nothing wrong with gaining a new member, it was just that the new member was Scorpius Malfoy. The "cool" kids in our school think that our singing is dumb.
I hate them.
They've plastered all over our signs with their own that say things like, "cool kids don't sing" or "only nerds sing".
It's so… depressing.
Actually, I never saw Scorpius putting up those signs or teasing any of the nerds. I saw him ripping one down once, actually. But still, people don't change. Once you're a cool kid you're always a cool kid. You don't change. It just doesn't work like that.
I should probably get back to the point, shouldn't I?
Scorpius walked into the room where we practiced—a abandoned classroom on the third floor that I had worked with Professor McGonagall on when she came back to visit so that it had a few qualities of the Room of Requirement—instantly putting us all into chaos.
He was coming to shut us down. The popular kids had won. CKCS (Cool Kids Can Sing) was over. We were done. No more singing.
But instead he smiled shyly. "Can I join you guys?"
I have never seen more chaos in my life. Luckily it was my decision.
"Go ahead," I treated him to my best frosty glare, "we don't keep anyone out, unlike some groups I've heard of."
He flinched. Good. Not everyone can be popular, but everyone can sing.
Well, not quite everyone, as sometimes it can't be learned, but we just wanted to have fun, and that was it.
And just once, Malfoy could have fun with us. Never again, though.