"It's silly, isn't it? I was silly for him. I think I always will be." The inevitability of Rose and Scorpius, as observed by Lysander Scamander. One-shot.

The other woman, that's what they called her. One of the more polite names to be sure. She could feel their lingering glares as she strode through the corridors of the castle, she could hear their whispered accusations during lessons, she could feel the mistrust radiating from each and every one of them. And yet, she did not care… and why should she, when she knew the truth?

Rose just wishes that someone would notice when she's offended by James' stick-up-your-rear jokes, that she'd rather trim Mandrakes than fling spells at another student, and that she despises treacle tart. The story of how Rose Weasley was finally noticed. One-Shot.

Whenever they slept together either Rose or Scorpius had a perfectly justifiable reason for doing so.