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Chapter Two: The Start of Something Strange
Gryffindor 7th Year Girls Dormitory
September 2nd
"Damn you're back early," Emma said as I walked into the dormitory.
"Early? It's ten!" I frowned.
Scorpius and I had spent three hours slaving over those trophies. At first, we cleaned in silence, and then Scorpius started teasing me, because well, it's Scorpius. One thing led to another-and we ended up in a sort of water fight. We threw our rags at each other, and I emptied my bucket on his head. And then, we sort of wrestled on the ground. Real mature stuff, really.
Then again, Emma's got a very strange perception of time. She naturally wakes up at noon, and goes to sleep at midnight.
One thing about Scorpius-I always seem to revert into my thirteen year old self in his presence. I'm leaning toward thinking that that's not such a good thing. Merlin was I am immature twat as a thirteen year old. Then again, I think I'm probably still an immature twat, so what's the harm, really?
And, that was the most fun I've had in a long time. Emma would insist on that not being true-she's still deluding herself into believing we had fun on our little camp out in the Forbidden Forest two years ago. I'll have you know that I, most certainly, did not have fun. All three of us came back to the castle covered in mosquito bites but Emma still insists that it was fun, and we should do it again. Who's in denial now?
"Yeah but there are so many trophies-we expected you to be there all night," Liz said. "By the way, why are you so wet?"
"I had some help," I admitted.
I was still confused. I mean, honestly, who helped someone out of a detention that they got them into in the first place? I'm obviously still pissed that he got me into detention, but then he had to screw things up by helping me out of detention.
"Help?" Liz questioned. "From who? Filch?"
"Scorpius helped me clean the trophies," I said. "And he started a fight. We, er, ended up throwing our rags at each other and I may have emptied my water bucket on his head and uh, then, we, er, sort of wrestled on the ground."
Liz's jaw dropped and Emma grinned, laughing.
If Emma gets any happier, she might just die of happiness. It's like all of her dreams are coming true.
Liz doesn't really like Scorpius that much, while Emma's solidly Team Scorpius, which makes sense because she's been best friends with this bloke since they were in diapers, and I think Liz has spoken five sentences to him over our entire Hogwarts career. And those five sentences have all been things like "I'm sorry that Rose punched you" "Do you have an extra quill?" "Should I put the hellebore in the potion?" "Did you seriously just hex her?"
It's always been something Liz and I bonded over y'know our mutual dislike of Scorpius, but now, I suppose Scorpius and I are mates, so we can't spend hours mocking him. Shame, really. I'll miss that.
"I told you he likes you!" Emma shouted triumphantly. She got up and started dancing. "God, Lily is going to be so pissed when I win," she muttered under her breath.
"We're friends. He just felt bad that he got me in detention, that's all. And what is this about Lily?" I stared at her suspiciously.
I had a funny feeling that Emma and Lily had struck up another ridiculous bet. Both of them were constantly lamenting to me about how they had lost five galleons over something completely ridiculous.
"Jesus, you have ears like a hawk," Emma muttered.
"If you three dolts could stop blabbering, I'm trying to concentrate!" Alexia said glaring. Alexia was sitting Indian style on her bed, meditating. She had candles lit around her, and her eyes were closed.
"If anything she's a fire hazard," Liz muttered.
"Agreed," I mumbled.
Note to Self: Try to figure out why the hell Scorpius helped me out of the detention he got me into
Great Hall
September 3rd
I got up uncharacteristically early this morning. Usually I'm a late sleeper, like Emma, but I somehow got myself up at six, which was impressive, considering my first class, Transfiguration, wasn't until the afternoon. It was sort of nice, all quiet and such. Usually I get up at like ten, when it's busy and annoyingly loud.
Actually I'm usually one of the people being annoyingly loud...yelling at Scorpius and all...
When I went down to the Great Hall, no one was at the Gryffindor table, except a few first years, fifth years, and Katie Greene. I went to sit next to Katie. She nodded at me, totally engrossed in her silly romance novel.
"Hey, Katie," I said, as I piled my plate high with pancakes.
"Hey, Rosie," she said, looking around the room uncertainly. "I need to talk to you."
Merlin, I'm really beginning to hate that phrase.
"About?" I asked.
"I like someone," Katie said quietly, while pushing her food around.
"You always like someone," I said rolling my eyes. "Damn it all, Katie, are you going to eat?"
"He's not like the others, y'know," Katie said hesitantly-and maybe a little sadly. She ignored me and kept pushing her eggs around.
"Who the hell is it?" I said taking a bite.
"Stop playing with your food, Katherine. There are starving children in Africa," Elena chimed in as she sat down next to Katie.
"Scorpius Malfoy," she whispered.
Scorpius Malfoy. Scorpius Malfoy. How does one fancy Scorpius Malfoy?
I mean, we're on okay terms now, I guess, but I really couldn't imagine fancying that dolt. Although almost every other girl in our year could, I suppose. We're mad. All of us.
I gasped and the pancake lodged in my throat.
Elena frowned. "He seems like an arse," she said.
I started coughing hysterically until I coughed the pancake up. Gross.
Katie raised an eyebrow. "Are you alright?"
"Fine, fine, I'm fine," I sputtered. Katie handed me a glass of water.
"Scorpius is icy and snarky, but there's just something about him," Katie said with a faraway look in her eyes.
I managed to not roll my eyes. Elena however, rolled her eyes. That's why I like that girl!
Elena is the most honest person I've ever met. A bit of a cynic, too, but y'know nobody's perfect.
Especially not me, so I really shouldn't judge.
And yeah, figured. Katie is a firm believer in fairytales. She probably thinks that Scorpius is her Prince Charming, and she can help break down his wall and really get to know him. Or something like that. Katie is a devout fan of cheesy rom coms. I think she's got The Notebook memorized. She serially reads Nicholas Sparks novels. Probably has been fantasizing her wedding since she was in the womb.
And something about Katie liking Scorpius made me feel kind of…sick, I guess. I mean, they would be such a terrible match. Maybe even worse than me and him, really. She's super peppy, fanciful, and optimistic, and Scorpius is just…not that at all. I just don't want Katie to get hurt, that's all. Yes, that is all. That is all.
Still in the Great Hall
September 3rd
Katie ended up finishing breakfast early, and she ran off with Elena to do something, so I sat there alone for a while-until Scorpius showed up and actually sat down across from me.
"Shouldn't you be at your own table?" I asked, gesturing toward the Slytherin table.
"I saw you eating alone. No one deserves to eat alone," he shrugged. "The Slytherins can live without me for a day."
"Are you seriously eating waffles?" I asked, staring at his plate.
"Yes," he said slowly, looking at me funny. Probably entirely deserved. I was, after all, jumping down this throat for his choice in breakfast food. I'm sorry, but waffles vs pancakes is a highly important debate. There are waffle people and pancake people. I am of course a pancake person, and of course I truly do not understand waffle people. I've always thought that there's something fundamentally wrong with waffle people.
"Why would you eat waffles when you could eat pancakes?" I asked.
"No, no, no, waffles over pancakes," Scorpius said, waving his hand.
I shook my head. "Pancakes."
"Waffles," he said.
"Pancakes!" I yelled.
"Waffles!" he yelled back.
I crossed my arms, refusing to budge and he did the same.
"Give me one reason why you, mistakenly I might add, think pancakes are better," Scorpius drawled.
"It's impossible to spread butter over waffles," I said.
"Well, that's nice, but I don't like butter on my waffles," he said rolling his eyes.
"What?" I cried waving my butter knife. "I mean, syrup is okay and all, but butter is the real deal," I declared.
"I think there's something fundamentally wrong with you," Scorpius sighed, while clutching the syrup bottle.
"With me? What about you? Who doesn't like butter?" I said, staring at the square of butter on my pancakes.
"I didn't say that I didn't like butter, I just prefer syrup on my waffles," Scorpius said.
"Syrup is too sticky," I insisted.
"Hello, my good friends!" Emma said very loudly. I forgot-this year Emma was still taking Care of Magical Creatures and they had class the morning of the day we had Transfiguration in the afternoon.
Scorpius and I both looked up and stared at Emma.
"Oh, go back to arguing over your food," Emma said sitting down. "By arguing I mean flirting," Emma added.
Note to Self: Kill Emilia Davis
I rolled my eyes while Scorpius went beet red. Ha. Scorpius Malfoy blushes. Who knew?
"Shut up, Emilia," he muttered.
"Look who just entered," Emma said, nudging me. Nick McLaggen sat down at the Gryffindor table, clutching Grace McLaughlin's hand.
How sickening, really. They look like brother and sister. They've got the same brown hair and hazel eyes. In my humble opinion, I think that I would look better with him than Grace does. Anybody would, really.
"I didn't know they were dating," I said dully.
Scorpius rolled his eyes. "McLaggen and McLaughlin? Oh come on, they've been practically dating for years. I suppose they've finally made it official."
"Guess this puts a snag in your plan to become Mrs. Rose McLaggen, doesn't it?" Emma said brightly, while helping herself to a waffle. Traitor.
"You like that idiot?" Scorpius choked, disbelievingly. He looked entirely dumbfounded. Why is it so hard for people (*cough* Emma *cough*) to believe that I fancy Nick McLaggen?
"Idiot? He is not an idiot!" I said staring at him. He's actually gorgeous…sexy…athletic...smart…funny…charismatic…sweet...everything a girl could or would want...
"Hey, Rosie, you awake over there?" Emma asked, waving a hand in front of my face. "I call that face her Nick McLaggen face. See how she goes all bug-eyed and distant when she's thinking about him?"
"He's such a prat, really, Cleopatra," he said sounding disgusted. "I thought you would have had better taste."
"He is not! He's utterly perfect," I said, staring at him.
Honestly, why is Scorpius judging him like that? I never even noticed any animosity between them, until like, today.
"Let her be," Emma muttered to Scorpius. "She'll realize-soon enough," she continued.
I'll realize what? Goddammit why is everyone I know being so damn cryptic?!
Note to Self: Get everyone to just say what they bloody well mean!
Transfiguration
September 3rd
"Some of you did very well on this essay," Professor Brown said, as she passed back our summer assignments. "Some of you not so much," she added.
Oh, Professor Brown. Always the optimist, really.
She slammed my essay down. I turned it over. Not really sure what I was expecting-maybe an A. Unfortunately I got a D. I know what you're thinking-Hermione Weasley's daughter got a D? A D? Transfiguration really isn't my thing-but I didn't think NEWT Transfiguration would be this awful.
I peeked at Scorpius's paper. He got an O. Wanker.
Corridor
September 3rd
I really, really didn't want to ask Scorpius for help. But I can't fail Transfiguration-I just can't. If I fail Transfiguration, then my Mum will probably kick me out-disown me maybe. I'll end up sleeping on Harry and Ginny's couch. I'll probably end up losing a few brain cells by hanging out with James even more. I'll become so distraught that I fail all of my other subjects, and then obviously I don't graduate. I live on Harry and Ginny's couch for as long as possible, until they kick me out. The only job I can find is a bartender at Hog's Head, and that doesn't make enough for me to live in my own apartment, so I end up living on the streets. I become one of those homeless people that sit outside on the sidewalk, playing depressing guitar, with a cup for donations. I don't even know how to play guitar! I end up becoming friends with some homeless druggies in order to learn how to play guitar and they get me hooked on drugs too. I don't really want to become a homeless druggie bartender, so I really need his help.
"Hey! Scorpius, can we talk?" I yelled, weaving through the crowd. I ended up shoving a pack of first years. Whoops. I'm just the perfect role model for first years.
"Sure, Cleopatra," he said turning around.
"Look, uh, I-I need your help," I said quickly.
"With what?"
I just stared, and the whole situation finally occurred to me. I burst into tears. So humiliating. I just couldn't get the words out, and tears were running down my cheeks.
"Oh my god, what's wrong?" he asked, horrified. I've learned that teenage boys are not too good with tears. Merlin knows that every time Lily spills tears because of boy troubles, Al yells, "Sorry Lils, gotta go, why don't I bash his head in?" as he runs out the door like he's being chased. Coward. No wonder he's not a Gryffindor.
"I'm f-failing Transfiguration, okay? I got a D on that essay! A D! I can't fail that class, I just can't," I blubbered hysterically. "Do you know what my mother would do if I failed? Do you?" I continued wailing. "I don't want to be a homeless druggie bartender!"
"Shhh, come here," he said wrapping his arms around me. "Shit, I'm no good with tears," he sighed as I cried on his shoulder.
Honestly I couldn't believe that I cried my eyes out in the middle of the corridor on Scorpius Malfoy's shoulder. There really is something fundamentally wrong with this year.
I eventually went through my whole tear supply and I was just hiccupping and dry sobbing.
Like I said, embarrassing.
Look, I'm Rose Weasley. Embarrassing 24/7, but this moment definitely ranks in the top three.
Rose Weasley's Top Three Most Embarrassing Moments:
1. Last year, Emma, Liz, and I were making a list of the most attractive boys in our year, with additional commentary. Professor Brown confiscated our list and read it out loud to the class. Nick McLaggen happened to be in that class. I seriously thought I was going to die after Brown was reading out my commentary, which happened to call Nick a "sexy piece of man-cake". I barely lived that one down.
2. Emma left her purse in the common room once. Look, Emma carries some…interesting things in her purse. That time, she had her wallet, lip gloss, tissues, a quill, chocolate, a bunch of condoms, a red lace thong, and birth control pills. Hugo apparently thought that that was my purse (our bags really do look highly similar), went through it looking for food, and decided to yell at the top of his lungs in the middle of the Great Hall during breakfast "Rosie, you're having SEX?"
3. That awful crying/wailing session in the corridor. Hundreds of people saw me crying hysterically on Scorpius Malfoy's shoulder, oh my god. Meadows really will plot to overthrow me now, when she gets wind of this!
"It's okay, it's okay," he said.
I wrangled myself from his grasp. "Um," I began. Real eloquent, Rose.
"Sorry for crying on your shirt," I said, sniffling.
"It's fine," he said, looking rather distracted. "I can help you. Meet me in the library at eight?" he said rather kindly.
Honestly, I was shocked that he didn't mock me. He was actually…nice to me.
I think I should be friends with Scorpius. Merlin, I'm so bloody confused.
Joint Common Room
September 3rd
That was honestly so embarrassing. I mean, I cried on that poor bloke's shirt for ten minutes straight. I mean, I'm getting ready to just die of embarrassment! No doubt half of the Hogwarts population saw the bloody Head Girl wailing on the shoulder of a poor bloke about failing Transfiguration. Sumners and Meadows will have a bloody field day when they hear! Meadows and Corner will use this as fire to fuel their rebellion!
Maybe I should move to Antarctica. I mean, I wouldn't have to worry about things like Scorpius Malfoy and Transfiguration if I lived in an igloo with my penguin friends, right? There's nothing there but ice. When's the next portkey to Antarctica?
Still in the Joint Common Room
September 3rd
Look, there's Nick snogging Grace by the fire. Ugh.
A Letter to My Future Husband That I Will Never Actually Send
Nick,
Hi, this is Rose, you know, your future wife. I know you're quite a bit, er, tangled up, both literally and metaphorically with Grace McLaughlin but it's just a little speed bump on the way to our happy relationship! I really do fancy you, if you haven't noticed. I do have your schedule memorized and I know what you like to eat for breakfast. Pancakes! Not waffles like the two traitorous dolts I have befriended. We can both eat pancakes for breakfast and live happily ever after with our brown hair blue eyed pancake loving Gryffindor children! I really do just wish you'd acknowledge me a bit more in class, I mean, besides the usual, "Can I borrow a quill? Mine is broken?" and "Hey, Rose, did you catch what Professor Brown said about the Polyjuice Potion?" What you don't know, is that I carry a spare quill around just so you don't have to ask anyone else.
All my love,
Rose
PS. What do you think about Carlotta or Charles for our first child? I think those are lovely names, really. And, I want roses to be the flowers at our wedding.
Still still in the Joint Common Room
September 3rd
Liz and Emma eventually showed up. I filled them in on my new Transfiguration situation. Liz was surprised. "That's...nice of him," she said uncertainly.
Emma was just…I don't bloody know. About to die of happiness. Is dying of happiness an actual thing?
Note to Self: Go to the library. Or Madam Pomfrey. Is dying of happiness an actual thing? Because if it is, Emma might be in serious danger of dying.
Liz doesn't quite think he's the devil or anything, but she doesn't really trust him. Honestly, she doesn't really trust anyone-at first. I met Emma first. Somehow Al and Scorpius bonded instantly. Emma, being Scorpius's old friend went to say hi. Scorpius introduced her to me and Al, and we were friends almost instantly. We went to find an empty compartment. Liz was sitting by herself in a compartment so we joined her. She was reading quietly-even at eleven she was a total bookworm-and she barely said hi. The two of us assumed that she didn't like us much, but Liz is just shy and sort of reserved. We didn't really figure that out until we were put into a group in Defense together. Liz has always been inherently suspicious of people.
Emma was thrilled. "Think of the possibilities, Rosie! You and him, alooone in the library," she said in a sing song.
I pegged Emma with a pillow.
"Shut up," I said, giggling.
"Y'know I think I misjudged him," Liz said thoughtfully.
"Elizabeth, are you admitting that Scorpius is a good bloke?" Emma asked, astonished. Her jaw actually dropped.
"No. He's um, just more complicated than I thought he was," Liz said. Elizabeth's aunt was killed in the final battle by Voldemort's forces, and her mother and Liz are still pissed at the Malfoys for being on Voldemort's side.
Emma stayed silent, knowing what she was thinking of. Some of Emma's family members were on Voldemort's side, but Liz had accepted that a while ago. At least I thought so.
"By the way did you see Nick and Grace?" Liz asked changing the subject.
"Yes," I said frostily.
"Oh, don't be sour, Rosie. You'll get wrinkles. They make a cute couple," Emma said, incessantly tapping her foot.
"He would be cuter with me," I insisted.
Emma rolled her eyes and Liz raised an eyebrow.
"He's not as perfect as you think he is," Liz said.
"I have to go to the library you guys," I said as I got up.
"May the Force be with you," Liz said. "Star Wars," she added on.
Emma winked. "Have fun."
Library
September 3rd
I came into the library, expecting the worst. While Scorpius had been nice to me in the corridor, I wasn't exactly expecting him to keep it up. Because it's Scorpius Malfoy!
"Rose," he said as soon as he saw me.
"Scorpius," I said.
"Let's get started, shall we?"
I was surprised. He was actually really really nice about me being a total Transfiguration dunce. Of course, that made me a tad bit suspicious, because who is that nice, really? Luckily I didn't have to worry for too long-he started cracking jokes, but they weren't overly mean.
Why can't Scorpius just stick to being either nice or not? Why does he have to be so bloody confusing?
"You did really well," he offered.
"No, I didn't," I laughed.
He was about to try to reassure me that I actually did okay, but stopped. "You weren't that bad," he said.
"You're not a good liar, Malfoy."
"Oh, fine, alright you weren't very good."
"Prat."
"Prude."
And then, I guess it was the whole absurdity of the situation, we both started laughing hysterically.
"Miss Weasley, haven't I warned several times about making excessive noise in the library? Get out! Out! You too, Mr. Malfoy!"
Merlin, I hate Madame Pince.
Joint Common Room
September 3rd
To Do:
1. Make up Divination Star Chart (haven't started)
2. Finish Potions essay (half done)
3. Find The Dream Oracle (seriously where the hell is that book?)
4. Talk to Lily-find out what Emma was blabbing about
5. Get people to stop calling me denial
6. Find out what the hell this Cleopatra business is about
7. Ask Emma and Liz about the baby names Charles and Carlotta
8. Ask Nick about Quidditch practice (I already know when it is, but I'll take any excuse to talk to him) (Merlin, I really sound like a lovesick idiot)
Still in the Joint Common Room
September 3rd
Oh shit. I just realized what the whole Cleopatra thing is about. Cleopatra was the Queen of the Nile. Queen of Denial equals Queen of Nile. As much as that's a really stupid nickname, it's actually…sort of clever. And now, I'm complimenting his choice in nicknames. The whole world really has gone mad.
Gryffindor 7th Year Girls Dormitory
September 4th
I had another funny dream-about Scorpius. I've got to stop dreaming about him! I mean, what has been wrong with me lately? In my dream, I was swimming in the bottom of the lake-y'know where the merpeople are. Scorpius was a merman, and I stole his trident. I stabbed him with the trident, and he turned into an octopus. I really must be going mad.
Note to Self: Where the bloody hell is The Dream Oracle?!
Defense Against the Dark Arts
September 4th
My Current Issues and Proposed Plans of Action:
1. Transfiguration
Description of Issue: Scorpius is helping me but that stupid subject still bloody scares me to death. Like I said, I really really don't want to become a homeless druggie bartender. God, this subject is ruining my life!
Proposed Plan of Action: Study with Scorpius
2. Scorpius Malfoy
Description of Issue: I don't even know what to say about this. One moment he's being scarily nice, and the next moment he's teasing me and cracking jokes. It's honestly unnerving the way he switches personalities. I want to bicker with him, but I'm not sure if he's going to be freakishly nice or not, and if he is, I don't think I should start arguing with him! That could be…awkward. And why is he being so nice to me? He is an arse to everyone, even Emma!
Proposed Plan of Action: Talk to Liz, Emma, and Lily. Think.
Antarctica. I've got to move to Antarctica. There are no confusing blokes there.
3. My copy of The Dream Oracle
Description of Issue: Seriously where the bloody hell is it? I've been searching like mad, and I can't find it. I mean, I can use Liz's copy and all, but I like my copy! I've spent a hell of a lot of time doodling in the margins. And I wrote this epic poem (about Nick's hair) once when I was bored in Divination. I would really like it back. Y'know before someone (Meadows) finds it.
Proposed Plan of Action: Search like mad. Try Accio.
4. Grace McLaughlin
Description of Issue: My future husband is snogging someone that's not me! Grace looks like a bloody model. Meanwhile, my hair looks like a bird's nest that on fire, and my skin is as white as white can be. How am I supposed to compete with Grace?
Proposed Plan of Action: I…have no idea what to do about this. Tie Grace up, toss her into the lake, and snog Nick senseless maybe?
Note to Self: Ask Liz if that would work. Because she's the logical one and all. Do not ask Emma, because she is so pro Team Scorpius that she'd never say yes.
5. Rebellion
Description of Issue: I'm losing control of my prefects. I can see them doubting my ability to lead, with the detention I earned on the first day of classes, and the new, very weird relationship I have with Scorpius.
Proposed Plan of Action: See #2
Still in Defense Against the Dark Arts
September 4th
I've decided on the names of my children-Rose
You're pregnant? Who knocked you up? Can I be the godmother?-Emma
Future children, Emilia, dear
Well? What are the names you have selected?-Liz
I like Charles and Carlotta.
I don't. Carlotta reminds me of carrot, and I bloody hate those things.
Charles is alright, but knock Carlotta off the list.
Okay, Carlotta's off the list.
So? What other girls' name do you have in mind?
I just love the name Scarlett, except for the fact that it's Meadows' middle name. It would just be so perfect if it was for a girl with scarlet colored hair
What if your child doesn't have scarlet colored hair? All of the Malfoy's have had blond hair for decades
Malfoy? Who said anything about Malfoy? Nick McLaggen is my future husband.
Oh bloody hell, here we go
Rose…
Joint Common Room
September 5th
"Is this Charms essay finished?" Scorpius asked, reading through it with interest. I took a glance at his blank parchment.
"Yes. And it's mine," I growled, snatching it away. "No peeking!"
"Aw, c'mon, I'm helping you in Transfiguration. Can't you help me with Charms?" Scorpius said pouting.
"Are you guilt-tripping me? And there's one cardinal difference-I suck at Transfiguration. You do not suck at Charms. You are just a lazy arse, Scorpius Malfoy," I said, swatting his arm.
He kept pouting.
"Okay fine! Fine! I'll help you but you are not copying me!" I said.
He smiled triumphantly. "You are so easily guilt-tripped," he smirked. "I can see why it's so easy for Emma to get you to do all of those crazy things."
I rolled my eyes.
I guess he was back in arse mode.
Weirdly I think I might like him better like this.
I really am going mad.
Still in the Joint Common Room
September 5th
"Say, Scorpius. Why do you suddenly decide to be oddly nice to me, and just as easily, you start teasing me like normal?" I asked, suddenly.
He dotted his i with such force that ink spattered. He sighed and leaned back.
"Because I feel like I'm skating on thin ice with you, Cleopatra," he said finally.
I was like, thin ice? What are you talking about?
"What?"
"Look, we're finally mates-for real. I feel like I might lose you if I keep teasing you, like you might decide that this was a bad idea. I like having you as a mate," he said.
Have no idea why being friends with me is so bloody important to him. But…I like feeling important. What? Doesn't everyone?
"I like the bickering, even more than you being y'know really nice. So you can stop worrying about it," I said.
"Waffles really are better," Scorpius added.
Scorpius-the-arse is back.
Great Hall
September 6th
"I have an idea," I said. It really was a stroke of inspiration.
"You don't say," Scorpius said dryly.
"Look, you don't like pancakes, because you've never tried to enjoy them. So, here," I said pilfering a pancake from my stack and placing it on his place.
"Oi! I don't want to eat this!" Scorpius said, shoving his plate away.
"Eat!" I insisted, smashing the table with my fist.
"OW! Merlin, see, I've hurt my hand for you! I think you're now obligated to eat!" I hollered.
"Miss Weasley, please pipe down! Five points from Gryffindor!" McGonagall called.
"I'm not obligated, that was your fault."
He speared a waffle with his fork and dumped it on my plate.
"Oi! What is that doing on my plate?"
"Eat!" he mimicked me.
I took a bite of my waffle.
"Not…bad," I said slowly.
"See? I told you so!" Scorpius said.
"Oh? And how were my pancakes? And I didn't proclaim my love for waffles. I just said that they weren't horrible."
"Baby steps, ma Cherie, baby steps. And yes they were fine," Scorpius said.
"Fine? That's it?" I asked, not believing my ears.
"They weren't as great as my waffles, but they were, y'know decent," he said cheerfully.
Decent? Decent?
Which fundamentally decent person thinks that pancakes are just decent?
To Do:
1. Talk to Emma about what she was blabbing about a few days ago (talked to Lily and got nothing out of her except a peal of laughter)
2. Force feed Scorpius pancakes until he agrees that they're better than waffles
3. Make up Divination Star Chart (still haven't started)
4. Study for Transfiguration with Scorpius
5. Do Ancient Runes homework with Liz
6. Look up portkeys to Antarctica (didn't one of Dom's exes work in the portkey office?)
Update: I think I'm friends with Scorpius Malfoy-for real. Even though his taste in breakfast food is abhorrent.
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SNEAK PEEK OF THE NEXT CHAPTER:
Charms
September 9th
A Brief Overview of the Sumners-McLaggen-McLaughlin Scandal:
(with additional commentary from Emma Davis and Elizabeth Hale) And Scorpius Malfoy
Scorpius, you can't just grab my diary away from me and interject yourself in my conversation-RW
Sure I can-SM
You are an arse, Scorpius Malfoy-RW