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Scorpius was true to his word and he travelled back to his house once the party had finished, not before he'd slipped a quick note into my palm though. I had to wait until I could get to my room to read it though. And even then, that took another half hour because we had to say goodbye to our numerous relatives.

"See you on the train," I said to James, Al and Lily and Mum and Dad hugged Uncle Harry and Aunt Ginny goodbye.

They nodded and one by one traipsed out to their car.

"See you Rose, Hugh," Uncle Harry called, backing out of the door and waving.

I smiled and waved back at him before sprinting up the stairs, shouting night down to my parents.

I was out of breath by the time I'd shut my bedroom door behind me and unfolded the piece of parchment.

Written on it were two words.

Happy Easter

Rolling my eyes at the waste of parchment, I turned it over and reused it, writing 'Happy Easter to you too! Love, Rose' in as neat writing as I could manage.

Dashing across the hall, I knocked on Hugo's door, feeling a sense of deja vu from earlier in the day, and asked if I could borrow his screech owl, Feathers.

"Depends," Hugo replied. "Is it a long journey? 'Cause you know he's still suffering from that cantankerous sore on one of his wing joints-"

"It's not far at all, Hugo, I promise."

"Alright, just make sure you feed him when he gets back," Hugo instructed, packing some of his birthday presents into his trunk.

"You're packing? We've only been home one day, Hugh! We've still got two weeks off," I said, frowning slightly.

"Didn't I tell you? I'm staying at Jasper's until we go back to school. We've got that History of Magic project to work on together-"

"-Jasper? Why aren't you working with Lorcan and Lysander? They're your best friends," I said, butting in.

"Because we were partnered up and I got put with Jasper," he explained.

"Who is this Jasper? Why don't I know him?"

"You do know him, Rose. He's that tall, Hufflepuff boy-"

"-Jasper Radcon?"

"Yeah…"

"He's in your year? I thought he was a fourth year, not a third year!" I exclaimed in shock, picturing again the tall Hufflepuff boy with a flop of sandy hair.

"Nope, he's my age," Hugo answered, turning back around to his packing. The tips of his ears poking through his short hair turned red.

"Hugo…is there something you're not telling me?"

"No," he answered, his voice higher in pitch as he lied.

"You fancy him, don't you?" I asked with excitement. A grin spread over my face and I threw myself down onto his bed.

"No," Hugo insisted, but his response was just a bit too quick.

"You do! You so do!" I exclaimed, bouncing on his bed.

"Alright, I do! How could anyone not?"

"I know, his hair's so perfect," I replied, remembering all the times I'd wanted to run my fingers through it because it looked so soft. It was obvious from looking that Jasper never used any hair products apart from shampoo and conditioner, compared to Scorpius who probably spent at least thirty minutes in the mornings gelling his hair into elaborate quiffs and waves.

"Isn't it? He must use Head and Shoulders! And have you seen his eyes? They're this perfect gold-green kind of colour…"

Smiling at how smitten Hugo clearly was, I crossed the room and took Feathers down from his perch.

"Well, I'll let you get on with your packing then," I promised, backing out of the room and pulling the door shut behind me. "Right, Feathers, I've got a message for you."

Feathers screeched in response as I dug into my pocket and pulled out the piece of parchment.

"You need to take it to Scorpius, got that? Scorpius Malfoy."

Feather's screeched again and flapped his wings, looking like he was about to take flight.

"Hold on! You need to take this, remember?" I let Feathers take the piece of parchment in his beak and then carried him over to my bedroom window. He hopped onto the ledge and flared his wings before soaring into the night. With any luck Scorpius would have the note before midnight and Feathers would arrive before morning. I left some owl treats on the ledge for when he returned and got ready for bed.

When I woke up, there was no sign of Feathers but his owl treats had disappeared. Thinking he must have flown around the house and through Hugo's window, I turned over and went back to sleep. I only got a few more minutes before Mum quietly opened the door and sat down on the bed beside me, stroking my head.

"Breakfast, Rosie," she murmured.

Groaning, I rolled over just as she opened the curtains and allowed a burst of blinding sunlight into the room. Clamping my eyes shut, I groaned again and stretched. Automatically, I yawned and swung my legs out of bed.

I took a few moments to find my slippers and slide my feet into them before I followed my mum downstairs and to the table. A full English breakfast awaited me, though I wasn't hungry enough to eat all of it.

I took a couple of bits of fried toast instead, and coated them with baked beans. Dad set down his paper and smiled at me before digging into a fried egg and one of his sausages.

"Hugo not up yet?" I asked.

"He got picked up earlier this morning by Jasper and his family," Mum answered, sitting down at the table herself.

"What? I missed saying goodbye to him," I complained, truly upset. "Why didn't anyone wake me?"

"We called you five times," Dad responded, picking up a quill and scribbling in a crossword clue. "And the Radcons couldn't wait. They've got a long journey up to Scotland."

I hadn't realised that Hugo would be leaving so early and had planned on spending the day with him. It looked like I would be faced with the alternative of either staying at home alone or accompanying one of my parents to work. Having been to work with them a few times, I chose to stay at home alone.

Once my parents left, I returned to me bedroom and looked for something to do. Nothing immediately came to mind. I'd already done most of my homework in the car on the way home and revision wasn't an enticing option. I'd almost forgotten about Feathers and the letter I sent to Scorpius until I went to Hugo's room to see if he had anything I could do.

Feathers was sat on his perch again, but he had no letter in his beak, and I didn't recall seeing one in my bedroom anywhere either. I began a quick search of Hugo's room, not wanting to pry too deeply anywhere, but didn't find anything anyway.

Confused I returned to my room and on impulse picked up my broomstick.

I'd only been flying for a few minutes when I heard a voice. For a minute I worried that a Muggle had seen me, but it was only Albus standing underneath me.

"What are you doing here?" I called, laughing slightly at my own stupidity and how fast my heart was racing.

"Auntie Hermione said you might be lonely, so I came over," he answered. "And I brought some friends too."

"Guys, come out," he called.

Lily, Dominique and Lucy came into the garden and looked up at me.

I flew down and greeted them all, really surprised to see them after only a day. I was in the middle of hugging Lily when someone else walked into the garden, the sun shining too much in my eyes for me to be able to see who it was.

"Sorry, I'm late," he exclaimed.

Recognising his voice, I broke into a grin.

"Scor?"

"Yep," he answered. "I didn't see the point in writing back to you, when your Mum already said I could come round again today."

I hugged and kissed him, still holding my broomstick which made it kind of awkward.

"What are we going to do then?" Dom asked.

"Quidditch," Al suggested, nodding towards my broom.

Dom rolled her eyes and whispered that it was typical of him to say that.

Lily, on the other hand, laughed and said, "Good suggestion, Al, but what you failed to notice is that none of us have our brooms with us, unlike yesterday."

"Sorry, but no-one else said anything, did they?" Al retorted.

"Because we didn't want to be stupid like you! And it's Rose's house, so she should choose anyway, Dingus," Lily replied.

"We do have old brooms," I said, but Al and Lily didn't hear as they were too busy arguing. Lucy, caught standing between them, was looking to Lily and then to Al every time they said something. Considering she would be in the most danger if it should come to a duel, it was an understandable action.

I repeatedly tried to talk to them, but they were paying no attention to anyone but each other. I doubted they could even see Lucy stood in the middle.

Finally, Scorpius lost all patience and whistled loudly to get their attention.

Lily and Al both turned to face us, looking annoyed at being interrupted.

"Rose says she has old brooms," he told them, taking no notice of their aggravated expressions.

Al's face broke into a grin. "Excellent."

Lily shrugged and turned to talk to Lucy and Dom, probably about how lucky Lucy was not to have a brother.

I left my broom leaning against the side of the house and led the way to the broom cupboard around the side of the house. Scorpius chose a Comet 3005 that had been Hugo's, Lily took a Nimbus millennium series broom and Dom grabbed the nearest one (a Sweepfleet 10). Al took longer, trying to find something to match the quantum speed Firebolt he had left at home, and Lucy asked everyone's advice before picking the safest option, a Jackdaw 4.

We were about to kick off when Al shouted, "Wait! We need to sort out team captains!"

"Rose, obviously," Lily told him, using that tone of voice again that showed she thought he was being stupid.

"Who else though?" I asked.

No-one volunteered, knowing that Al would want to do it.

"How about you, Al?"

"Well, as long as no-one else wants to-"

Lily opened her mouth to say something, but was cut off by Al declaring he was happy to be the other team captain.

"So…teams of three," he suggested.

I nodded and picked Scorpius as my first team mate. Scorpius smiled and came to stand at my side.

Al picked Dom and I picked Lily, leaving Al with Lucy.

Lily thanked me for saving her from being on her brother's team.

"No problem," I answered. "What position do you want?"

She shrugged. "I can keep for you if you want."

"Scor? I'm assuming you want to be a chaser," I muttered, trying to keep my voice down as we talked tactics.

He nodded and leaned his chin down on his broom handle so that he was at our level.

"Lily, you're keeper for now, but we'll rotate, okay?"

Scor and Lily both nodded and we kicked off the ground, circling over to the mock quidditch pitch my father had made in the garden, Lily going to hover in front of the crudely made hoops.

For an hour, we played. Albus took it very seriously, and seemed to be concentrating hard on trying to win, whilst Scor and I were making the most ridiculous passes with the Quaffle.

By the end of the game, I had been keeper twice and kept missing most of the shots at my goals because Scorpius kept making me laugh so much. I was also beginning to get tired of the sun shining in my eyes, and so we called the end to a game and headed indoors for some ice creams from the freezer.

Whilst we were stood in the kitchen, Scorpius happened to find an unopened bag of popcorn.

"You know what this calls for," he said with a wink. "A film!"

"Yeah, haven't your parents got that Gwenog Jones biopic?" Al asked.

I nodded.

"We're not going to watch that, are we, Rose? It'll be boring," Scorpius whined.

"Yeah, we should watch You Again or something," Lucy suggested.

"Or we could watch something else," Scorpius said, subtly hinting at his desire not to watch a rom-com.

I looked sidelong at him, sure he was plotting something.

"After all, last time we watched a film, I never got to show you my preferred genre."

I groaned but he was not to be dissuaded. He convinced Al and Dom, and let's face it, there was no way I was going to say no to him. He led the way to the living room, grabbed a DVD from the rack and inserted it into the DVD player without telling us what it was.

Lucy and I sat on the sofa, leaving a space for Scorpius beside me and Al and Lily grabbed two of the larger cushions off the chairs and sat in front of the sofa.

But Scorpius didn't come and sit beside me, at least not until he'd shut all the curtains and left the room in darkness.

"Welcome to Fight Night," he said, putting on his spookiest voice.

"Scor, chuck us those cushions."

"These ones?" he asked me, pointing at the only two left in the room.

I nodded and caught them both, passing one to Lucy. "You're going to need this," I told her.

"Wrong Turn 2, awesome choice, Scorpius," Al grinned.

Barely ten minutes into the film, I was hiding behind my cushion and trying not to throw up. Lucy left, giving the excuse that her dad had told her to be back by twelve, and Lily took her place on the sofa beside me. She wasn't as scared or repulsed as me, but she didn't look to be enjoying the film as much as Al and Scor either, who were grinning and laughing whenever someone died.

We had just finished the film and were watching the credits when my parents came home, but Scorpius had turned the volume up so much that we didn't hear them. It was only when the living room door opened and my dad shouted something over the top of the TV stereo that we all jumped out of our skin yelling in fear.

"What the heck have you been doing?" Dad asked.

"Watching Wrong Turn 2," Al answered with a smile.

"That was a mistake," Dad told us. "Didn't you hear that it was based off true events?"

Al's smile faltered. "You're making it up," he said, though he didn't sound convinced.

"No, I'm not. It wasn't far from here either. It was how Old Man Burgess went, eaten alive, poor sod. Yeah, they never caught the group that did it. There was a string of similar murders up in London too, and then they stopped suddenly as well. Before you knew it, they were back here. I heard they hide-out in the woods behind the house – that's why I keep telling you and Hugo not to go in there, Rosie."

Knowing from experience that he was teasing us, I rolled my eyes and turned to look at Scorpius, expecting him to be smirking and scoffing of the story. But his eyes were wide and he even looked paler than usual.

Seeing his reaction, Dad creased up laughing. "Oh, I can't keep it up! You all believed me!"

"That wasn't funny, Uncle Ron!" Albus exclaimed.

"Teach you to watch scary films then," Dad replied, going back to the hall and hanging up his coat.

"You believed him, you were scared," I sang, making fun of him.

"No, I wasn't," he answered. "It was a ridiculous story."

"Liar, liar, pants on fire! Look, you're all pale."

"I'm not," he insisted. "It's just because it's dark in here." To make his point, he stood and opened the curtains, leaping back with a shout when he found himself face to face with Dad who was stood on the other side of the window, pulling grotesque faces.

Al and Lily both snickered, as I tried to refrain from laughing.

Embarrassed, Scorpius wouldn't face me. Standing behind him and hugging him, I told him in a whisper, "You know, if he didn't like you, he wouldn't be teasing you..."

Scor turned around in my arms with a smile and kissed my forehead.

"I definitely won't be watching anymore horror films any time soon though."

"Yeah right," I scoffed.

"Who am I kidding? I'll probably go home and watch one tonight."

"As long as you don't watch them around me," I replied.

"Would you like to stay for dinner, Scorpius?" Mum asked politely, coming out of the kitchen.

He looked at me, as if asking for my opinion or confirmation.

I smiled and he obviously took it as a yes, and replied, "Yes, thank you, Mrs Weasley."

"Al? Lily? You're parents are out tonight, aren't they?"

Lily nodded.

"You're welcome to stay," she offered.

"Thanks but Fred was coming round to revise with James. We should probably make sure they haven't done any serious damage to the house," Lily answered.

Mum nodded and headed back into the kitchen.

After saying goodbye to Lily and Albus, Scorpius and I were back in the living room alone.

"Just to warn you, my mum really isn't the best cook."

"At least she does the cooking herself," he muttered.

He was cut off from explaining by the arrival of my Dad, who sat down in his favourite armchair and immediately picked up the newspaper, turning again to the crossword.

"Oh, Rosie, you'll know this one. Muggle-born alchemist, former Auror?"

I was about to answer, but Scorpius beat me to it.

"Fortias," he answered without thinking.

Dad looked up, seeming impressed.

"How about this one then? Healing plant, white petals, gold seeds?"

"Moly flower," Scorpius told Dad.

"Alright then. Nobody's been able to get this one. Final resting place of Rowena Ravenclaw?"


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