6. New seats
Once or twice a year the teachers at Hogwarts School of witchcraft and wizardry get this horrible idea. The idea of changing seats. It wasn't any reason behind it whatsoever according to me. Younger students maybe needed to change seats ever now and then. They couldn't get enough of giggling to each other about the latest rumors and gossip. They however hadn't OWLs or NEWT to think about. We, the older students, we knew that our focus should be on the lesson and that our neighbor was not someone we should be talking to. Once lost in conversation during class the whole lecture was worthless, you didn't understand a thing.
This little tradition was not going to be abandoned this year. I had finally gotten the chance of sitting next to Albus for a whole term when our teacher in Defense Against the Dark Arts reminded us of this unwritten rule.
"So, take a piece of paper from the basket. Don't go up from your seat until the basket has come to your row. Later, seat yourself after the seat number you got. You find the numbers to which seat on the black board. Then I want you to read Chapter 4 in your book before we quit todays lesson." The whole class sighed. I wasn't sure it was because of the assignment or our new seats. I could see a few students smiling to each other, hoping they get to sit next to each other this time. The giggling girls from Gryffindor were giving for some reason me a wierd look. I decided to look away and pretend as if it was nothing. Albus caught my gaze. He tried to smile, he really tried but he was disappointed. You probably come here now thinking, 'you and Albus probably talked a lot during lesson'. Well, no. We didn't talk at all during lesson. We had such a hard time to try to understand what our teacher was saying that we didn't have the time. Yes, we were that bad.
"It was an honor having you as a neighbor." Albus would try to joke his feelings away. His brown hair was hagning a bit over his eyes as if he tried to hide. I had to remind him.
"Albus, it's just this class." Yes, I said to myself. It's not like the world would go under. This could have a positive outcome but that I doubted. What would happen if I got seated next to one of the Gryffindor girls? What would Rose think of me then?
"Now we can't be 'The Poor Table'." I couldn't help but smile at Albus comment. This was an intern joke we had come up with during our first year after our first test. We were the only ones to get an T.
"You mean, 'The Troll Table'?" We smirked at each other. Yes, I would miss it. We grabbed a piece of paper that were in the basket that was flying around to the class. I almost didn't dare to look down at it but this wasn't the time to act like a child. I had to remember that there existed a chance of me getting to sit next to that Hufflepuff guy who hated me with all his heart. It would be kind of amusing to see his reaction.
"Take your new seats!" Cried the teacher out. My number was 13. Cool. This lot even had the unlucky number. Yes, I would get to sit next to Hufflepuff or Gryffindor, this sucked.
We got up from our seats and looked at the black board. My new comrade would have number 37 and we would be seated on the second row. I moved infront to the class, my former seat were in the back of the classroom. I had loved that seat, there were no one who looked at my back. Albus walked with me a bit and then slowed down. His new seat was behind me. Better then sitting at each end of the classroom.
"Who do you think you will get?" asked Albus. I bit my underlip.
"Luck isn't really a friend of mine so probably that Hufflepuff guy. He totally hates me and will try to curse me if he gets the chance. Who do you think?" I had to remind myself that the Hufflepuff guy had tried to hex me. If it hadn't been for Rose... Rose?! How could I had forgotten her? I could end up next to her and then this would be the best class I ever taken.
"No idea, to be honest. Probably someone who can't shut up about the fact of me being a Potter in Slytherin." My attention went around the class a bit but Rose were still standing up, frowning at her note. She hadn't taken her new seat yet. Okay, Scorpius. Don't freak out. I turned around towards Albus.
"I thought that it was old news." Albus laughed silently but shook his head.
"Say that to everyone else. My dad once told me that things that surprises people will never be forgotten. Well, Good luck." He turned around and joined his new seat. I was quite glad that Albus finally had become a bit closer to his dad then before. Sometimes, I wished that my father and I had more in-common. Albus were a copy of Harry Potter as young and they both had shared a fate where the surroundings were pushing them to their limits. Don't get me wrong now. I wouldn't change anything. I didn't want to be 'the cursed child' or 'the chosen one'. I loved my father with all my heart and I knew that he would attack the Ministry of Magic if something happened to me. It was just that he didn't understand me. Lost in thought I walked to my seat and sat down. I hadn't noticed that my new partner already sat next to me. Her red curly hair were hiding her face a bit but the shoulder long hair couldn't hide her neck. Sweet Merlin of...
"Hi!" I sat down beside her and I could see that she moved a bit futher away. She didn't like to sit close... or rather didn't like to sit close to me. Rose Granger-Weasley, my goddess and my future bride. She looked up a bit and our eyes meet. Her brown warm eyes smiled even if her lips didn't.
"Hi." She said in a respond and then looked down in her book trying to start reading the fourth chapter but my presence seemed to annoy her. That is what she would have said, my presence made her cheek blush. She stared down in the book but her focus were on my movements. Finally could I have a conversation with her without anyone would think it was weird. I had to say that people from Slytherin had asked why I were hanging out with a Gryffindor. Now couldn't they say anything.
"So, Defence Against the Dark Arts?" She didn't look up but nodded.
"Yes." Short and sharp answer. I kind of imagined her saying a 'yes' like that when I proposed to her.
"I heard that you're the best in our class at it. That's good. You will probably need it in the future when you marry into my family." She just looked at me now. This was an topic she found were interesting and well, so did I. Rose Malfoy, what a beautiful name. Now when I thought about it. Who said that Rose would marry into my family? I maybe was the that had to change name. Scorpius Granger-Weasley. I couldn't help but shiver. That name weren't nearly as good as Rose Malfoy.
"I heard that you're horrible at it." I highed my left eyebrow. Oh, she was talking about Defence Against the Dark Arts.
"Thank you."
"It wasn't meant as a compliment."
"I know but I'm worse then horrible so that makes it a compliment. You know, compliments are the start of two people dating. I could be your Dark Arts to your Defence." I had waited so long to be able to say that stupid line. She laughed a bit silent to herself. She shook her head.
"You know, Scorpius King, the day you beat me at Defence Against the Dark Arts will be the day I maybe will consider going out with you."
