DISCLAIMER: I don't own Rose, Scorpius, James, Doctor Who, blackmail or parties. I do, however, own Libby and Sophie. :)
Conclusion to Getting it Right.
Blurb …
Six years later, I'm still best friends with Bea, still cousins with Al and still in love with Scorpius Malfoy. Oh, and still trying to get it right. My conclusion … oh, I don't bloody know. :Scorpius/Rose sequel to GIR postDH NextGen:
Chapter 19: The Psychotic One.
We held what I liked to call "James' Desperate Party", at the Leaky Cauldron, since the last time we'd tried to throw a balcony party, we'd all gotten fines for excessive noise and vandalising.
(Oh, all right, it had started when Toby wanted some crisps out of the Muggle vending machine, but didn't have his wand on him to just levitate them out. He got spectacularly stuck! In the end we were forced to rip the thing apart, after a lot of screaming and swearing and naturally, our Muggle neighbours weren't too impressed).
The entire pub was packed with people and it wasn't too hard to miss our loud group of friends, most of which I knew and some I didn't know. The party had sort of turned into a leaving party, since that morning Libby herself had skipped up to me, bright and happy and bursting with news,
"Rosie!" she had cried. "You'll never guess what! Go on, guess!"
"Oh, um–"
"Oh, you'll never guess!" Libby had cut in with an impatient air. "Remember how I was telling you about work, how we found those tombs in Rome? Well, turns out that using those Daydream Charms to get past the curses totally worked! They've promoted me to Head Project Researcher! I get to quit the café!"
"Oh, my god!"
So our 'just for the hell of it/helping James get off with Libby' party had turned into a 'just for the hell of it, congratulations on getting a promotion and never having to serve coffee again' party. I mean, of course I was still looking out for James, but really, Libby has been at that café too long. She had been wanting to quit years ago, but could never afford to. This new leg in her life was exciting and I was genuinely happy for her!
But, well, James is my cousin and in the end, he was my number one bloke; the one who would always be on my side, no matter what the hell happened. Let's face it, Al would always back his fiancée and once upon a time, I might have thought Scorpius would be the one to bail me out, but nope! James is now that bloke!
So I had to fake a little sympathy for him since naturally, James hadn't been all too thrilled about this snag in his life plans.
"Quitting? What the bloody hell?!" he was grumbling to me, sat at one of the Leaky Cauldron's tables. With his black robe and currently bald head, I had almost thought he had come to the party dressed as a monk. It only took two more seconds to realise that he had actually come dressed as Lord Voldemort.
A genius, James is not.
"Well, it serves you right for dithering around for so long," I told him, giving him a weird look when I yet again noticed his bald head. "And seriously, Lord Voldemort? We're trying to go for attractive here, not deranged psychopath who killed innocent people and tortured our parents!"
"I was actually going for funny," James told me. "Besides, who the hell are you supposed to be?"
"Seriously? Next time there's a car boot sale going down at the reserve, I am going to buy you a second hand pellyvision!"
It hadn't originally been my idea to have a fancy dress theme, but James had insisted that it would make him less nervous and, well, the fact that James was nervous at all left me baffled enough to agree. After aimless brainstorming that first night, I had thought of nothing interesting, until Bea suggested we have a Doctor Who marathon.
"This has got to be my favourite episode!" Bea had said happily, watching the Doctor and his blond companion running around, trying not to get eaten by a werewolf. The show had been going in England forever and it was on about its twentieth season or something, but Bea and I had taken a liking to the first companion of the re-vamped series. "Y'know, I think my dad has a trench coat like the Doctor's …"
"That's it!" I had cried. "Bea, you have to be the Doctor to the party!"
"Ok!" Bea had simply agreed, since she'd been unable to think of any ideas either. "But what about you?"
"Well, if you're the Doctor, I have to be your Rose, don't I?"
So I was currently dressed as companion, Rose Tyler, like in the werewolf episode, of course. Basically, I wore a dungaree-skirt, a purple t-shirt with a crown on it and black leggings. I had also tried to charm my hair blond for the night, but I had a feeling that the red would start showing through within the hour. Bea was currently chatting with Trevor, sat on Al's knee. While Al was dressed completely in black, with a t-shirt covering his face and nun-chucks in his pocket (he was apparently a Muggle ninja or whatever), Bea had indeed stolen her dad's brown trench coat and transfigured a shirt and trousers into a brown, pinstriped suit. She'd even given herself sideburns and carried around a home-made sonic screwdriver. Trevor, on the other hand, didn't even look like he was in costume, unless you counted the fact that he was shirtless and had made antlers grow out of his head. Apparently he was the 'front half of a centaur' but his back half (Toby) was currently snogging some random girl in the corner of the pub, so Trevor had to make do with what he had.
The other costumes were actually rather impressive, considering this wasn't an altogether serious party! I hadn't exactly planned on inviting Harley, but apparently she and Trevor were back together again or something, so he'd dragged her along, dressed as a flapper from the 1920s. I'd invited my brother and his girlfriend as thanks for helping me with the whole being Cesario thing, and he was currently hobbling around, dressed as a mermaid. Like actually, he had wrapped a blue bed sheet around his legs so he could barely walk, but it was cut into a beautiful tail at the bottom. Caroline was a pirate, which I think seemed a bit backwards, but my brother never has been exactly normal. Jo had dressed as a witch, or well, the traditional Muggle sense of the word, like with a warty nose and everything; a couple of Libby's curse-breaker friends were dressed like mummies, ghosts and for some reason, someone in their pyjamas. Libby herself had arrived, dressed like William Shakespeare, and Scorpius hadn't even bothered to show up.
Not that I cared.
"I'm Rose Tyler, from Doctor Who! And I'll have you know that I worked hard for this costume!" I told James. "I had to go trawling through Muggle thrift shops for two days straight!"
"Look, as happy as I am that you made a sale," James gave me one of his desperate looks. "You're not exactly helping! She's right over there, what do I do?!"
"Um, talk to her?" I urged. "I dunno, buy her a drink, ask her if she's excited about her new job, anything that sounds vaguely normal! Basically, just think about what you'd normally like to say: then don't."
"Cheers, Rosie," James drained his own drink before getting up. "Ah, hell, I'm going to die …"
"That's the spirit!" I said, cheerfully.
I watched James unsuccessfully try to chat up Libby for a bit, which was kind of painful, but she was still talking to him at any rate. At least he hadn't completely crashed and burned. I was just wondering whether I should actually try and talk to someone, or whether James would consider it my sole duty to watch him choke, when Harley of all people came and sat down next to me.
"… Harley, are you lost?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Not the first time you've asked me that," Harley said, her gorgeous black hair twisted back underneath a lacy band with a feather stuck in it. She looked like a movie star, whereas I looked like … well, a chavvy London girl who'd been chased by a werewolf all night. "So, I hear Scorpius has a new girlfriend!"
"Ah. I see. You're here to gloat."
"What?" Harley was grinning now, which was something I wanted to smack off her face. "Me? Gloat? Why would I ever do that? It's not as if I'd be finally getting payback for all those snide comments you gave me back at Hogwarts!"
"I get it! I was a complete bitch to you!" I cried. "D'you have to rub it in?"
"Yes," Harley said, simply. "So, new girlfriend! Bet you nearly killed him, right?"
"I threw plates at him." Like I'm going to do to you, soon.
Harley laughed. "Well, sometimes, he needs a good thrashing. What?" she added, when gave her a quizzical look. "Boy can be put in his place sometimes!"
"You don't care if he's put in his place, all you care is that he's not with me anymore."
"True," Harley shrugged. "You two were destructive when you were together; you were bound to explode eventually and I'd be left behind to pick up the pieces. Plus, you're miserable, so I'm happy!"
"Cheers," I muttered, taking a large gulp of my drink, hoping that the Firewhiskey would burn Scorpius from my brain. I didn't know what to think about Harley's words; destructive was certainly one way to describe us, but did that seriously mean we had always been destined to explode?
I decided it would just be easier to change the subject and said, "Well. I see you and Trev are back together."
It was Harley's turn to look bewildered. "You care?" she asked.
"I love Trevor! It's like you and Scorpius: every time you dump his arse, I'm at the other end, having to listen to him whine!" I told her. "I mean, as much as a cow I think you are, even I know that you're perfect for each other. I just wish you'd see that."
Harley scowled at me. "Stop sticking your nose in, you don't know a thing," she snapped.
"You wouldn't even be at this party if it weren't for him!" I scoffed.
"Yes, I would! Like it or not, but these are my friends too," Harley told me. "I actually love Libby as much as you!"
"Come off it, five years ago you didn't even know her full name!"
"Yeah, but that was five years ago," Harley reiterated. She nodded over at where Libby was sort of being stalked by James as she chatted to her mummy-curse-breaker friend. "A lot can happen in five years. Things change. Old friends are lost, new friends are gained."
I thought about that. I had lost a few old friends from my Hogwarts days; Geraldine Pewter I see once a year at the most, if she can make it to a Twelfth Night party. I hadn't spoken to all the others in Ravenclaw with me at all and even Danny Parker and Lucas Nott I had once been on sort of speaking terms with at some point, thanks to them being Scorpius's best friends. But even he didn't really see them anymore, only occasionally when they could get together.
On the other hand, I'd made several new friends as well; cheerful Gerald and shy Ally for starters. Jono, Sarah, Margo, Bethany and everyone else on my Healer course. I could talk to Hugo's girlfriend, Caroline, for ages at family events. And even Harley. She was someone I had hated at school, but now … well, I still hated her, but it was more because of her personality now, rather than just jealousy over her relationship with Scorpius, which was a start.
"Do you have a point?" I asked, scathingly. "You can just piss off, if not."
"Oh, trust me, I came over here for a reason," Harley got a look in her eye that made me slightly afraid. It was the look that reminded me that she was a Slytherin, since it said, you are going to give me what I want now. "I hear that your … cousin, got to go on that Healer course with the boys."
My heart spluttered out of control. Holy shit. She knew. She KNEW. How the hell could she know about that?! Even I hadn't thought about the Healer course in a while, thanks to the shop explosion sort of wiping it from my mind! Woe, calm down, Rose, she hasn't admitted to anything yet …
SHE KNOWS!
MY LIFE IS ENDING!
"Er," I practically squeaked. Damn it. My voice always does that when I'm nervous. "Yeah, he did."
"It's funny, I don't think I've ever heard of 'Cesario' before," Harley was smirking now and I had to thank god that her hair was swept up under that band. If she had flicked, I might have just gone insane. "Tell me, which auntie and uncle does he belong to again?"
"Uncle Charlie," I blurted out at once. He was my only uncle who never married. Always said that girls freaked him out and that he couldn't handle them, not like with dragons. "Illegitimate love-child, so that's why we never talk about him."
"Uh, huh." It was obvious Harley didn't believe me.
"Seriously!" Oh, dear. I'm starting to ramble. "They had this circus going on in Romania and Uncle Charlie went along to watch. That was where he met … Perdita," Am I actually coming out with this? "It was love at first sight! But, alas, their one night of passion resulted in a baby on his doorstep, nine months later, accompanied only with a note saying, 'he's yours'. So Uncle Charlie raised him as his own – which, er, I supposed he had to, since he was his – and Cesario Weasley became a Healer! Only, because he was, y'know, a bastard child and all that, Grandma Molly frowned upon him and we were told never to speak of his existence. Oh, and he's gay."
Harley just blinked at me. Then she said, "So you're saying … your uncle had a love affair with a circus freak and had a gay son called Cesario?"
"Yes. Yes, that is what I'm saying." Good god, I'm so pathetic.
"Well," Harley gave me that smirk again. "You and I both know that of course you'd be desperate enough to swing a story that full of bollocks, Cesario," I'm dead. Harley knew it, too, if her face was anything to go by. "So I'm here to tell you that if you don't want your 'cousin's story to get out, then you'll lay off Scorpius. You'll stop screaming at him, you'll stop throwing plates at him, you'll stop breaking his heart every time you walk into a room," Harley was deadly serious now as my neck slowly went bright red. "Leave him alone, or you won't have a job anymore." And she took my drink from my hand and knocked it back before stalking off through the crowd.
Scorpius had to have told her. He's the only person who knew who would be stupid enough to tell Harley! I swear, I'm going to kill that bastard! Y'know, just as soon as he gets here! I asked Al what was taking him so long and he mentioned Sophie, but realised that the redness had spread up my face in anger, so quickly changed tack and claimed he had no idea. Seriously, I was almost starting to think that Scorpius had just made up his relationship with Sophie, since I'd still only ever caught a glance of her as she was leaving Scorpius's hospital room. That was about when Libby showed up with a camera, wanting pictures, so I forced my mind off my crazy problems and kept her happy for a bit, slowly seething on the inside and ready to snap at any second.
While Libby was re-loading another film, James caught my eye from nearby and he mouthed, 'Help!' Fred had just shown up, dressed as a gladiator and was currently starting up some random drinking game to roaring approval, so it was no wonder James figured he was fighting a losing battle. The appearance of his Idiot Twin was only going to do more damage than good. However, to my surprise, James did of course act like an idiot, but he was … kind of a cool idiot. Like, his jokes were actually funny, rather than disgusting. Once or twice, I actually saw Libby glancing at him sideways in confusion.
There may be hope yet!
As I watched the game unfold, I glanced through the crowd. I saw that Scorpius had arrived and I nearly leapt out of my chair. He was here (for some reason dressed as a kind of superhero called 'Superman'. Yeah, original name) and blimey he was hot with his underwear on the outside like that. Not that I planned on telling him. Either way, the sight of him made me scarper for the deepest, darkest corners of the Leaky Cauldron, ducking around a huge hen party and stepping over Toby who was busy getting off with probably his third girl of the night and eventually crashing into some girl over by the bathrooms.
"Oh, sorry." I said, distractedly.
"No, it's fine," the girl said. I noticed that she was dressed as a goddess, like the Greek kind, with a white sheet draped over her and laurel wreaths in her pretty blond hair. Was she here for the party? She looked kind of familiar. Wait … "So go on then, who are you hiding from?" she asked.
"Ah, no one," I quickly said. "Just my mates. They're deranged. Kind of need a breather every now and then. You?"
"To be honest?" the girl gave a shaky smile. "My boyfriend's psycho ex. We only just arrived and I know she's here somewhere!"
I simply stared at her. She was Sophie. Like actually, honest to god Sophie. From my brief glimpse of her at St Mungo's, I'd sort of played up her appearance in my head, since all I could remember was that she was blond. As a result, I'd been picturing some sort of slapper in a short skirt and see-through top, but his girl … well, she looked like a goddess. Her dark blond hair was so straight, just like I'd always wished mine was, and her bright blue eyes would have made even Libby drool. This girl worked in Muggle Relations? Of course Scorpius would pick someone the complete opposite to me.
"… psycho?" was the only thing I could think to ask.
"Yeah, Rose or something," Sophie said with a nervous laugh and I felt my eyes narrow. Clearly, she couldn't tell it was the same girl from St Mungo's through the charmed hair. "He said he normally wouldn't come, but he wanted me to meet her so she'd stop trying to throw herself at him. How sad is that?" she added and I felt my eye twitch.
"Actually–"
"I mean, it's a bit desperate, don't you think?" Sophie rambled on while in the background, my mates all chanted and cheered. "But apparently she's crazy or something. Can you believe that she actually threw plates at him when he told her about me?"
"Well–"
"I mean, she clearly needs help, but since she sounds like a lunatic, I'm going to try and put off seeing her for as long as possible! Oh, god, I'm so sorry!" she finally seemed to realise that she was still ranting and raving. "Here I am, unloading all this to a total stranger! Sorry, my name's Sophie!" She held out her hand.
"Yeah, I'm Rose." I said, shaking her hand.
Sophie's face was bloody priceless. Her skin went completely white and her hand tensed up as she said, "Nice to meet you, Ro–! O-Ohhhhh …" She honestly looked like she was going to throw up. "Holy shit … um, god, I'm so sorry–!"
"Sophie!" Scorpius's voice called and she quickly let go of my hand, like I might suddenly leap on her and start drinking her blood or something. Scorpius held two drinks in his hand and with a pang, I realised that one was for Sophie. That other drink used to be for me. "C'mon, you're missing all the fun out – ah," He noticed me, standing with my arms folded. "Crap. Um, Rose, have you met–?"
"Oh, yes, met dear Sophie here!" I said, cheerfully. "Must say, she's quite a catch! I've never been called psycho before! Oh, is that for me? Thanks!" I grabbed the second bottle off him before he could even react and I stalked off into our crowd of friends.
Honesty. How could he even have the guts to bring her here? To parade her around in front of me? He might as well have written a giant, flashing sign that screamed, 'I, Scorpius Malfoy, am totally over Rose Weasley and look at my awesome new girlfriend! Isn't she so much cooler than Rose?!' It would have been less obvious at any rate.
"Rose!" Scorpius's voice suddenly said, darting through the crowd after me. "For god's sake–"
"Sod of, Scorpius!" I snarled back. "Go back to Sophie, I'm sure she's missing you – HEY!"
He had grabbed my arm and veered me through the crowd, out the doors and into the small alley that magically led to Diagon Alley. There was no one else out here, except for a tabby cat, pawing through one of the dustbins. Scorpius finally let me go once we were outside and I yelled, "What is your PROBLEM?"
"What's your problem?!" Scorpius yelled back. "I mean, seriously, you can't even pretend to like her?"
"No!" I cried. "Look, I'm sure she's the bloody love of your life or whatever, but it's barely even been three months since we broke up! You parading her around here, it's like a kick to the stomach! You're basically saying that you didn't give a crap about our relationship!"
"Stop being stupid, of course I cared–"
"Right," I snorted. "I'll believe that when you actually wait a respectful amount of time before leaping into bed with another woman. Or should I say girl, she's got to be, what? Seventeen?"
"She's twenty, only two years younger than us," Scorpius grumbled. "You would know that if you even bothered to talk to her like a normal human being, but oh, I forgot! Rose Weasley is barely even human, let alone normal!"
"I'm absolutely serious, don't make me start throwing things at you again," I threatened. "And what the hell did you have to tell her that for? She thinks I'm a bloody psychopath thanks to you!"
"That's because you are!" Scorpius yelled back. "And a freaking deranged one at that!"
I gave a frustrated yell. "It's the idiots like you in my life that make me go completely psychotic!" I shouted at him. "Believe it or not, but I was actually sane before I met you! I seriously hope dear Sophie knows what she's getting into, 'cause she's going to have–"
"Just shut up!" Scorpius cut over me. "You don't know her! You don't have the right to get all pissed off at me, just because I've moved on! There's no official time limit on how long someone has to wait before they can go for it with another girl! Unlike someone, Sophie actually told me how she felt!"
"And you think I didn't?!" I shrieked. "That's rich, coming from the bloke who ignored me for two months, just because I kissed him!"
"Seriously?" Scorpius just scoffed at me. "That's what you're throwing back at me? C'mon, Rose, even I know that you can do better than that."
I was absolutely seething, but unfortunately, Rose Tyler didn't have anything on her that would kill a werewolf and also potentially work on Scorpius Malfoy as well. "I've got one then," I snarled. "Why did you tell Harley about how I snuck onto the boys-only Healer course?"
Thankfully, Scorpius had the decency to look ashamed. "Oh, come on, you're mad at me for that?" he said, though he didn't quite meet my eye. "She's my best friend, I tell her all sorts of stuff! Besides, it's not like you two hurl punches at each other anymore–"
"No! Correction," I said. "You want to know what our relationship is like? She just threatened to tell on me if I didn't do what she wanted! She blackmailed me, Scorpius! And you're telling me that she's your best friend?"
"You're just exaggerating now–"
"You want to bet?!" I hissed. "You go in there and if you reckon she's telling the truth when you confront her, then fine! I'll believe you! I'll even pay you, if that's what you want. But if you think she's lying, even if it's just the tiniest hint, then you have to do something about it. We got a deal?"
I almost thought he was going to tell me that we weren't those kids anymore, who made ridiculous bets without really thinking them through. But to my surprise, he held out his hand and said, "Fine!"
Just as we were shaking hands, Trevor stuck his head in. I let go of Scorpius's hand so quickly, you might have thought I'd been electrocuted. Trevor eyed us with some scepticism, but just shook his centaur antlers and said, "Erm, if you two are quite finished, Libby wants to, um, make a speech …"
I pushed straight past both Scorpius and Trevor, making my way back into the Leaky Cauldron to where Libby was currently standing on a chair, a glass of wine in her hands and with our friends all crowded around her. Scorpius stalked off straight back to Sophie's side, who Bea had already politely introduced herself to (the traitor). Sophie accidentally caught my eye and she visibly cringed behind Bea. I only sort of felt bad.
"Do I even want to know what you two were rowing about?" Trevor muttered to me as we joined our friends.
"Not even a little bit." I muttered back.
"Hi everyone!" Libby was saying, even the rest of the pub glancing up to watch the kind of tipsy girl dressed in her Elizabethan best address our party guests. "As you all know, I'm Libby! I just want to say thank you for coming tonight and celebrating with me! I love you all, so go and get drunk! I'll be right behind you!"
Toby 'woo'ed and several of us laughed. That was when I caught James' eye and he gave me that desperate look of his. Coming from the made-up face of Lord Voldemort, it was kind of unnerving. I just shrugged at him as if to say, it's your shot. Take it or leave it.
"And the best part of the news," Libby was concluding her thank you speech. "I don't have to serve coffee anymore!" She cheered and everyone cried out with her. All except James. He suddenly looked like he was about to die, but not without giving someone everything he had.
"Oh, god." I said as James hurried forward to where Libby was currently laughing with Jo, Toby and the others. Trevor looked at me, confusedly.
"What is it?" he asked, but I was already running through the crowd. I had a funny feeling I knew what James was about to do and like hell was I going to miss it. Did I support James making an idiot of himself in front of all our friends? No. But did I support him expressing his feelings, no matter the crazy way in which he did it?
Yes.
"Libby!" James said and she turned around. "Lib, I have to tell you something!"
"What?" she asked.
"God, I can't watch this!" I yelled, yet I couldn't tear my eyes away. Trevor looked as bewildered as ever as Libby raised an eyebrow and everyone else stared like it was a brilliant episode of Doctor Who. But James only seemed to have eyes for Libby. He ignored every single word I said, as he blurted out,
"Libby, I love you!"
Libby looked like the world was coming to an end. Impossible things were happening! Things like Toby picking his nose in private, Scorpius having an ordinary girlfriend and James being in love with her. Everyone else just muttered under their breath, Jo clearly trying not to laugh as James seemed to realise what he'd said.
Then, it seemed to really hit him and he turned and scarpered.
"What the … what?" Libby said, her eyes about to pop out of her head.
"Er, Lib?" I moved forward and chivvied off all the other nosy buggers that happened to be our mates. "You all right? You're not going to faint on me, are you?"
"… what?"
"I believe 'what' is that James told you he loves you." I said, helpfully.
Libby just stared. "What?"
"Libby," I said, very clearly. "I admit, James is a bit stupid sometimes. But when someone yells at you 'I love you', then runs off, that's generally your cue to go after them. Just saying."
Libby just stared at me for a second. Then, something seemed to click in her head and suddenly, Libby was screaming, "JAMES! WAIT!" and tearing off after him through the crowd.
I grinned. I think my work may just be done here. Unfortunately, fate wasn't done with me just yet. A hand tapped my shoulder lightly and I spun to see that the wonderful Sophie had hesitantly approached me. "Oh," I said. "Yeah?"
"Er, look," she said, twisting her sheet in her fingers. "I just wanted to make sure that we're ok. I mean … I get that you and Scorpius have a lot of history," I just raised an eyebrow; history doesn't even cover it, girl. "And I totally get that you kind of have to still be in his life, what with him living with your best friend and also you two being Best Man and Maid of Honour at Al and Bea's wedding. I'm fine with it. I even hope that we can be friends someday. So … are we ok?" She gave a tentative smile. "I swear, I don't really think you're psychotic."
I stared at her for a moment. I couldn't tell if she actually really was this sweet, or if she was just being a total manipulative bitch. I wanted to assume the latter, but knew Bea would tell me off for that, so I didn't make any leaping assumptions.
Well, yet.
"Just don't hurt him," I said, a little bit harsher than I intended. "I'm serious. Hurt him and I will freaking kill you."
She didn't really seem to have an answer for that, so she just nodded and stayed silent. I took that as my cue to leave and I headed off through the crowd, ignoring Bea calling out to me and Scorpius's glare. Was threatening to kill her just a little bit crazy? Probably. But that's just me, isn't it?
I was starting to think that this party had been a total waste when I saw a very strange sight. Two people were wrapped together in the corner of the pub, near the front doors. Another glance told me that it was James and Libby and my friend had thrown her arms around my cousin's black robed-waist, her back against the wall as she and James kissed furiously.
I couldn't help but laugh.
It really was a remarkable sight to see Lord Voldemort and William Shakespeare snogging, especially when they were going at it at that rate. But, well, everyone had always assumed that Shakespeare was gay anyway and Lord Voldemort was always going to be a bit of a question mark whenever his sexuality was concerned.
Somehow … they made it work.
Conclusion to finally meeting Sophie, James and Libby getting off, Harley blackmailing me and Scorpius and I fighting like crazy:
-As much as I want to like Sophie, I don't think I will ever warm up to her.
-Same goes for Scorpius, only with much stronger feelings.
-I'm going to murder Harley. Seriously, I've started writing up a plan and everything.
-It hadn't taken long for the rest of the pub to figure out where their guest of honour had got to. I swear, Al had nearly thrown up when he saw his brother and his good friend together, but an hour later, he was swearing blind that he always thought they'd make 'a cute couple'.
Yeah, whatever.
Rose: 19, Scorpius: 18.
(Yet another couple have found happiness, thanks to yours truly! Now if only I could sort out my own bloody life …).
A/N: So James and Libby, Sophie, Harley and Scorpius … new love, old love, exs, blackmail … a lot happened here! I know that the last two chapters have been a bit dull, but hopefully this makes up for it! Next time, we will see Rosie's 23rd birthday and we'll get to know Sophie a bit more, so you can look forward to that. :)
Thanks once again to all those who review! I hope you enjoyed this chapter and please let me know what you think!
Until next time -
- Moon. :D