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Hiya guys. As you can see, I've taken my babies down from Hiatus, but I'm not sure if I still have the right...stuff for it. The characters in this chapter may be a bit OOC; I tried my best, but introducing Jennifer was really hard to do.

I also just wanted to clarify something that the wonderful Jingyee 1511 pointed out to me: James, Rose's boyfriend has absolutely NOTHING to do with James, Harry's son *or* James, Harry's dad. Unfortunately, I characteristically used my All-Purpose 'John Doe' name without realizing that there are already TWO other Jameses out there. Sorry! I'll make it simple, though: there are no James Potters in this story, so if you see James, it's James McNeal and every single time I said I own James, I was in no way claiming ownership of a Potter. Thank you!

Chapter Eleven:

"JENNIFER!"

This, by the way, was not me yelling, or me and Sarah yelling, or even me, Sarah, Malfoy and James yelling, but quite possibly the yelling of every single person in the room.

Sarah jumped up and down, clapping and shrieking. James looked startled, but was chuckling good-humoredly, running his hand through his hair. I suppose I should have been, I dunno, rejoicing or something, but I was too busy with Malfoy.

Oh. Ew.

That is so not what I meant.

What I meant was that he looked as though he'd just eaten, I don't know, a shit-flavoured Bertie Bott's or something. "Hey, my loveys!" Jennifer called out at the crowd, bringing the mic to her mouth. "Been forever hasn't it? Well, seeing as I've been off being a positively darling little girl for way too long, let's party as hard as we can to try and make for it! Woohoo!" Jennifer laughed loudly as she turned and fell into the crowd, which caught and carried her straight to the bar...and straight to us.

"Is that my baby Rosie?" she mock-gasped, grinning. I smiled at her, holding out my arms for a hug. She started to run into them before freezing. "Scorpius," she whispered. "Jennifer," he replied coldly, the green tinge in his face not completely gone.

"Scor...what are you doing here? I mean—"

"Came with Rose," Scorpius replied shortly, shoving his hands in his pockets and turning away from her. Jennifer shot a slightly angry look at me. "You and Scor, huh?" she asked, her voice cool. I gaped at her. What?

"What do you want from me, Jennifer?" he huffed, turning back.

"I want a chance to tell my side of the story!" she shot back immediately.

"Too fucking bad that I don't give a damn about your side of the story!" he hissed at her.

"C'mon, Scorpius, I know I screwed up, alright? Don't you think I know that?"

"Great!" he snapped. "You know it, I know it...No need to ruin my happy place—which is sans you, if you didn't pick up on that—by actually talking about how badly you fucked me over, Jen!"

"Listen to me, for Christ's sake! I—God, Malfoy, I miss you!"

"Don't know what you have, and all that," he retorted, waving the bartender over.

Malfoy peered around Jennifer at me. "You wanted to see what this was like, right?" he said sourly. I just blinked at him. "What, speechless? Christ, I've been trying to get you to shut up for seven goddamn years, and all Jennifer has to do is walk up to you and you're mute." "Get the fuck over yourself, Malfoy," I growled, recovering my wits. "Shocking as you may find it, there are people out there who are better than you at an entire scope of things." Malfoy snorted before knocking back the shot in his hand. "Don't I know it?" he smiled bitterly at Jennifer before swiping his jacket off the bar. "Later, Weaslette," he called over his shoulder as he slid through the crowd towards the door.

There was a pregnant pause. I had no idea what to say. I had never before seen Jennifer like that. She was always cool and collected, never...emotional. The uncomfortable silence lasted a bit longer before Sarah piped up with the motherfucking jewel:

"Hot damn. Bitter Scorpius is quite possibly hotter than Furious Scorpius!"

A/N: A bit shorter than usual, but I'm just getting back in the groove. Oh, and you see that schmexy button over there, the one that's getting you all hot and heavy? The one absolutely, positively calling your name? Tempting you? It's called the Review button and it lets me know whether you think I suck, rock or am anywhere in between. I know, it *is* amazing! So go on and click it! You know you want to... :)