prompt: magic
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"I wonder where we'd be right now, if we weren't magic," thirteen year old Rose Weasley murmured to Scorpius without taking her eyes from the view. It was about midnight and they were at the top of the astronomy tower, listening to their astronomy teacher drone on about who knows what.
"We'd probably be in a normal muggle school," Scorpius whispered back, his nose wrinkling up in distaste.
"Life would be pretty boring," Rose nodded in agreement.
"We probably wouldn't know each other..." Scorpius trailed off, his cheeks going pink. He was suddenly thankful for the dark cover of the night. All it would take was one look and Rose would know he had a crush on her.
Rose turned to look at him. "I'm glad we're magic, then," she said, a small smile playing at her lips.
"Me too," Scorpius murmured.