My apologies. I haven't updated this story for a while since I was very busy- but from now on it has my undivided attention. I've been thinking up plots and storylines to keep you lot hooked (evil cackle) Please excuse my mistakes (dates, times, people- the lot) this was done right before I went to sleep so my eyelids were kind of drooping. Other then that- please review!
Please note: I might be skipping years at a time e.g: from second year to fourth year and so forth...
"Dad, seriously, I'll be fine," said Rose, pushing her dad away.
"Oh, I don't know, Rose," said Ron reluctantly, surveying the crowd. "I don't want to leave you here on your own."
"Dad! I'm fourteen, for god's sake! This is mid- morning! I'm a witch! What could possibly happen to me?"
"Did you find Al?" asked Ron, eyes narrowed at the pretty brunette in front of him. Rose rolled her eyes'.
"Dad! Yes, of course I did! Now go! I'll be fine!" Ron sighed and finally gave in. Leaning down, he gave Rose a quick peck on the cheek.
"Give mum my love," said Rose, smiling. Ron nodded.
"Will do. Right, bye Rose," he said, looking around the platform once more. Rose sighed. Her parents' were never going to stop being over protective of her. Maybe she should start getting used to it. She looked around the busy platform to see people rushing around frantically, some in robes, some dressed as muggles; parent's talking sternly to their children; friends' reunited and talking gaily to one another; boy's shooting her looks of interest. Rose held down the urge to stick her tongue out- she was very much past that stage of doing so and it would be quite inappropriate seeing as they weren't doing her much harm.
Suddenly, she felt warm hands wrap around her eyes', preventing light from reflecting off her dark blue irises. Rose knew exactly who it was before she launched into his arms.
"Scorpious!" she squealed, hugging him tight. He hugged her back.
"Whoa! What happeend to Cori?"
"Forgot," muumbled Rose against Scorpious's leather jacket. She had missed the smell of him.
"Where's Al?" asked Scorious, looking around. Rose pulled away, scowling.
"Hey Rose! How are you? Are you fine? Did you practise quidditch during the holidays? NO. You just say 'Where's Al'?" Scorpiious laughed.
"Sorry, Rosie. But, really, I need to know where he is. Rebecca nearly murdered me for not giving information on his whereabouts a couple of seconds ago."
"Well, I think he boarded the train without us," said Rose, frowning. Sighing loudly, Scoripous grabbed her hand.
"You got your luggage on the train?" he asked Rose, turning around. Rose nodded.
"Great. Let's get going." He pushed past a couple of fourth years who didn't bother to retort rudely at his lack of consideration and pulled Rose onto the train.
"Coming through!" sang Rose, as Scorpious pushed his way, not caring he was sending vulenrable first year girls' sprawling onto the floor.
"Rose! Cori!" called out a voice. They spun around to see Albus frantically waving from an open compartment. Rebecca was cuddling up to him.
"Honestly, that girl sticks to him like a leech," said Rose irritably. Scoripous sneered.
"Getting jealous, are we, Rose?" Throwing him a dirty look, Rose pushed a laughing Scorpious out of the way and enetered the compartment first.
"Hey, Rebecca!" said Rose brightly, sitting opposite the stunning blonde. Rebecca smiled as a smirking Scorpious took a seat next to Rose.
"You alright, Rose? asked Rebecca, flipping a lock of golden blonde hair behind her back.
"I've been better," murmered Rose to Scorpious.
She didn't exactly know why she didn't exactly like Rebecca. Maybe it was because she was encorouging the boys' to stare at her as she passed by means of winking or smiling in their direction. Myab it was becasue of the tight clothes she wore which had Albus's eyes' hooked only on her body and not her face. She glanced at Scorpious to see if he was having the same reaction- and was surprised to see him reading The Daily Prophet. As if he could sense her staring, he looked over at her and smirked. Pouting, Rose turned her attention to the window. God, didn't that boy pay attention to ANYTHING?
