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Chapter Five: Lady Macbeth (Arguments Part II)

Great Hall

September 28th

A Letter I Will Never Send to Professor Brown:

What language was that exam written in? Because that sure as hell didn't look like English. I know English. I know what English looks like. This is not what English looks like, my dear Professor.

English is a great language! I don't see why you choose to continue to use gobbledygook as your choice of language.

Sure, some people understand gobbledygook just fine (like Scorpius, oh, right, I'm not calling him that anymore, so He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named), but for us common, non-gobbledygook fluent folk, well-we don't like it very much.

You see, we don't like having to read a language that we don't understand at all.

So, I really beseech you to stop using gobbledygook on your exams.

Makes it a tad difficult for us common English folk to understand, you see?

Cheers.

Your very confused and concerned non-gobbledygook fluent student,

Rose Weasley

Gryffindor 7th Year Girl's Dormitory

September 30th

Another Dream From My Very Mad Mind:

Sumners was our Transfiguration professor-which actually isn't mad as much as it's scary. Truly terrifying. I got my examination back, and received a Troll. Sumners asked me to see her after class, but weirdly enough, after class, she transfigured her hair into a bright pink mohawk and was listening to Metallica and Led Zeppelin. As soon as she saw me, she started ranting about how my ineptitude for Transfiguration killed her (actually, this is more of a legitimate fear), and then she turned into a bird. A pigeon, I believe. She started flying around, and actually crapped on me, and then, for some reason, she morphed back into a human being, except she resembled Professor Brown more-and then she turned into stone. Medusa-style. And then I was arrested by a Centaur, and had a trial in front of the Wizengamot-except in this case, the Wizengamot was composed of a bunch of Blast-Ended Skrewts, but they were wearing the traditional Wizengamot attire, with the hats and all.

That dream was the scariest of all, actually.

Although on the plus side? HWMNBN was not mentioned at all.

See, I really am making progress.

Divination

October 1st

"Two a pair today," Trelawney said, as I flew into the room-late.

Am I being a model Head Girl, or what?

And fuck.

This is why friend groups of three don't work.

"Miss Weasley, if you would, please go work with Mr. Fell, I do believe-well the sights have informed me-that this will be a most beneficial pairing."

The sights.

Right.

I didn't know anyone with the surname Fell-but I knew who the bloke was. It was Matt from that damn Quidditch party.

"Five letters-greeting," he said when I sat down.

Er-what?

Huh?

I must have looked really really confused, so then he said, "A greeting that's five letters long. Hello. Five letters long? Have you ever done a crossword puzzle?"

What?

I would be the one that got paired with a bloke that speaks in crossword clues.

Really, who speaks in crossword clues?

You'd think I would've noticed that when I encountered him at the party-well then again, who speaks in crossword clues while drunk?

Karma, am I right?

"Yes, I just wasn't quite expecting you to speak in crossword."

"I'm Matthew Fell. You're-," he began.

"Rose Weasley," I interjected.

"I was going to say that."

"You know who I am?"

"You're Rose Weasley. Doesn't everyone? You're well, six letters-well known, prominent," he said.

"Hardly. It's my parents that were famous," I said with a small smile, not missing a beat.

"Yup, famous. Six letters. Even if you weren't a Weasley, everyone would still know you," he contented.

"Really?"

"Redhead girl, top of the class, with a penchant for rowing with Scorpius Malfoy in public?"

"Right."

"Speaking of Malfoy-he's glaring," Matt said.

I turned around-and yes, HWBMBN (yeah I can't write out He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named anymore) was indeed glaring. I think a vein was going to pop out of his forehead if he glared any harder.

Though I don't know why he was glaring.

"That he is. Your perception, Fell, outstanding," I said sarcastically. Something about seeing Scorpius-Malfoy?-these days set me on edge. I'm really not sure what to call him.

"Is there a reason he's glaring?"

"I'm not quite sure how you expect me to know."

He stared at Scorpius for a good minute until-

"Does Malfoy fancy you?"

It was like we were eleven again-the way he said it.

What, are we eleven and afraid of the opposite sex?

Also I want to know why people jump to that conclusion.

It's not just him!

Emma and Lily too.

"Two letters-negative," I said crisply.

"Alright," he said rather dubiously "Well. Do you fancy Malfoy?"

Crossword-clue-speaking-bloke doesn't give up, does he?

"Again. Two letters-negative. Nosey much?" I asked rather suspiciously.

"Everyone is," he said. "It is you."

I didn't quite know what to say about that, because yeah, everyone is rather interested in me and my (lack of a) love life.

"Now, it's my turn," I said.

He raised an eyebrow, wondering where the hell I was going with this.

"You were at the Gryffindor party, y'know," I began.

To be honest, I wasn't quite sure where I was going with this. Sometimes I do that-I open my mouth, my mouth gets disconnected from my brain, and randomness just comes out.

"Three letters-affirmative."

"You're a Ravenclaw. Your House lost. Why were you there?"

"I've got mates in Gryffindor."

"No-that's not it," I said quite confidently. Where that confidence came from, I'll never know. "You, Matthew Fell, were there for a bird."

"How d'you know that?" he choked out.

How did I know that?

Great question, actually.

"I saw it in my tea leaves this morning."

He stared at me-not sure whether to believe me or not.

I wasn't drinking tea this morning anyway.

"So, who's the lucky girl?" I asked. If he was going to be nosey, so was I.

"Erm, I don't exactly know her name-," he fidgeted awkwardly. "Tall, dark haired? Gryffindor, in your year?"

"You're not giving me much, Fell," I sighed in vague annoyance.

"Emma?"

"Everyone knows Davis," he scoffed. "I've not been living under a rock, y'know."

"Meadows-er-Sienna?"

I really hoped it wasn't Sumners' best mate.

I was starting to warm up to that bloke.

I'd hate to find out that he had horrific taste in females.

"Again, everyone knows who she is," he said rolling his eyes. "I'm a Ravenclaw, not completely cut off from the world."

"Elena?"

He stared at me blankly.

"Armstrong? Part Asian? Although she's not exactly tall-," I said.

"That girl scares me to death," he admitted. "And, she's like five feet tall."

I stared at him in amazement.

"Is there another tall dark haired Gryffindor girl?" I wondered.

It came to me a second later.

"Alexia, then. Vance," I said, my voice revealing a bit of surprise. "Didn't know you were into that whole chill hippie free love thing."

So my new potential mate fancies Alexia.

Interesting.

Note to Self: Talk to Alexia about Matt, but be subtle! Very subtle! Subtler than subtle!

Defense Against the Dark Arts

October 1st

Hypothetically, say your new potential mate fancies a bird you know. What would you do?-Rose

Meddling only makes things messy, Rose-Liz

Pshh, meddling makes things fun! Don't listen to that prig-Emma

So you think I should meddle...-Rose

No!-Liz

Yes! Y'know, "it is not in the stars to hold our destiny but in ourselves"-Emma

You two are sending me very mixed messages. Since when do you read Shakespeare? -Rose

I didn't know you had a new potential mate. And I'm impressed, Em-Liz

Yeah, who is it? Is he hot? Shag-worthy? I don't read Shakespeare. I'm pretty sure you've said that quote-many times actually, whenever Rosie starts rambling about karma-Emma

This is a hypothetical situation, my friends-Rose

Do we know this potential mate? And oh...right...I've been a little scatterbrained lately. But you should read Shakespeare. Julius Caesar is fantastic-Liz

I think you should be focused more on the Scorpius situation than your so called potential mate's love life. Is there shagging in Julius Caesar?-Emma

Situation? There's no situation-Rose

You two aren't speaking, and instead you're both just staring at each other across the room and it's bloody weird. It kind of is a situation. And no. At least I don't think so. It's been quite a while since I've read it. And even if there is, that's definitely not the main idea in the play-Liz

Correction. You two are undressing each other with your eyes, and I think doing it for real would be more satisfying. And Liz, then why would I want to read it?-Emma

WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT? And you should know that I almost went this whole class without looking at him/thinking about him. Until you two brought him up-Rose

Still in Defense Against the Dark Arts

October 1st

Reasons I Should Meddle:

1. Love! I always root for love!

2. Matt Fell is a lovely bloke! Why wouldn't I want him to find love?

3. Alexia Vance is equally as lovely. A little out there, but nevertheless, if he fancies her...and she's so much better than Sumners or Meadows.

4. Let's be honest-I need a distraction. If I don't distract myself, I'll keep staring at HWMNBN (yes, I lied to Emma and Liz, but I wasn't really in the mood for the classic I-Think-Scorpius-Malfoy-Fancies-You-And-I-Think-You-Fancy-Him-Back conversation), and I don't exactly want to get called out on that because that would be embarrassing.

Reasons I Shouldn't Meddle:

1. Yeah, maybe Elizabeth is right, and it just causes more problems.

2. I don't exactly know Matt Fell all that well yet. What if he's not who he says he is? Is anyone?

Merlin, I'm really suspicious of people.

3. What if I meddle and Alexia doesn't end up fancying Matt?

4. What if Matt realizes that he doesn't fancy Alexia?

Conclusion:

I have no idea what I'm doing any more or less than before I started the list.

Transfiguration

October 2nd

Well. That's it. Looks like I'm going to need to learn how to live on the streets and play guitar.

I will not disclose what I got on my exam, but rest assured, it was not a passing grade.

What is it with this subject?

I'm Rose Weasley! Daughter of Hermione Weasley! Why am I such a failure?

Why can't I understand gobbledygook like HWMNBN?

Corridors

October 2nd

Did Malfoy just give me a sympathetic look?

Still in the Corridors

October 2nd

Was that a sympathetic look or am I misinterpreting?

Still still in the Corridors

October 2nd

At any rate, that wasn't a hostile look

Still still still in the Corridors

October 2nd

Does he hate me or not?

Like I said, blokes are so bloody confusing.

There are only sweet, sweet penguins in Antarctica...

They don't do silly things like be your mate for a month, call you Cleopatra, snog your enemy, and then yell at you for no reason at all, and then give you a sympathetic look.

Really.

Joint Common Room

October 4th

"You'll never guess what I heard," Liz said. "Emma went to go talk to Scorpius about something, and now he and Sumners are rowing in an empty classroom!"

Rowing?

Scorpius and Sumners?

This had to be good.

Really, what would those two have to row about?

Still in the Joint Common Room

October 4th

I'm tempted. Really really tempted to go down there and listen.

Eavesdrop, if you will.

Still still in the Joint Common Room

October 4th

I know I really shouldn't...but...

Still still still in the Joint Common Room

October 4th

Since my last list went so well...

Reasons I Should Go Listen:

1. I'm bloody curious. I think everyone is. Although I think most people aren't mad enough to go eavesdrop. Most people probably have better things to do with their lives, actually.

2. I really do need to know what they're rowing about.

Reasons I Shouldn't Go Listen:

1. What if I get caught?

2. I don't know whose reaction I'd dread more.

3. It would bump something out of my top three most embarrassing moments list.

4. I'll forever be known as the crazy girl who had to listen in on her ex-mate and enemy.

5. What if I hear something I don't like?

6. What if we become mates again, and then I'll have to pretend that I didn't hear whatever he's saying?

Conclusion:

While arithmetic tells me that I shouldn't listen, I feel like my two reasons for why I should listen are far more compelling.

Why do I bother with these lists again?

Empty Classroom

October 4th

"Look, I need you to stop!" Scorpius yelled.

Against all of my common sense, I crept closer. I'm not quite sure what I would've done if they saw me. I'm very glad that I didn't have to find out.

"Sophie, you're one of my best mates, and I love you, but you have to respect my decisions!" he continued.

So Scorpius loves Sumners, huh?

"I just want what's best for you!" she shouted back.

"I think I know what's best for myself, thanks," he said, rather coldly.

Sumners' face blanched and hardened.

Scorpius shutting down Sophie? Brilliant.

I don't think I'd ever seen or heard something so beautiful.

"I don't think you do."

She had nerve.

"You don't think I don't know what's best for myself?" he asked incredulously. He sounded rather shocked, in all actuality.

I'd be shocked and upset too, if I had a best mate that was trying to control all aspect of my life under the guise of "protecting" me.

"She's not good for you, Scorp, and you know it!" Sumners yelled. "She doesn't give a flying fuck about you, and I wanted to stop letting her walk over you!"

"Tell me, do you remember first year?" she said suddenly when Scorpius failed to produce a response immediately.

"What?"

Like Scorpius, I didn't quite know why she was bringing up something that happening in freaking first year.

"Turpin fought me-landed me in the hospital wing-because my aunt killed one of her relatives," Sumners recalled.

"What's your point?" he snapped.

"My point is-she's not like us, and you know it. She'll never be like us! Me, you, and yes, even Davis, who you know I loathe-we have a thing. She'll never understand!"

I don't like pronouns.

What is the point of eavesdropping if you don't know who the hell the people you're eavesdropping on are talking about?

Although I do get a weird feeling that they're talking about me.

But...

No-

No way.

They're not talking about me.

Can't be.

"You don't think I could've made that call for myself? And fucking hell, who cares about that stuff?"

"No, I don't! You're not you when it comes to her, and you know it!"

"Look, Sophie, come talk to me when you stop acting like a crazy jealous ex-girlfriend," he said rather nastily as he spun on his heel and walked away.

What the fuck just happened?

Library

October 4th

D'you know what was a bad idea? Eavesdropping. Because now, I have to pretend that I didn't hear what I heard.

I feel like I wasn't supposed to hear any of that.

Well-that's because I wasn't.

I've got to stop doing mad things that I know I shouldn't be doing.

Still in the Library

October 4th

To Do:

1. Arithmancy chart

2. Divination Essay

3. Find out who Scorpius and Sumners were talking about (Me? No way)

4. Talk to Emma, Elizabeth, and Lily

5. Get my copy of Hogwarts, A History back from Elena (Honestly, why would anyone continue History of Magic to the NEWT level?)

6. Talk to Maggie McCullers (Seriously, how many patrols has she skived off?!)

7. Find backup for when I talk to Maggie, because she's about a foot taller than me and is the Hufflepuff beater. Would get the Head Boy to do it, but am not currently speaking to said Head Boy.

8. Y'know, I feel like now would be an inopportune time to die. Really. Especially at the hand of Maggie McCullers. If I do die-it'll be said Head Boy's fault.

Still still in the Library

October 4th

I'm going to make an effort and try to figure that argument out. Instead of doing my homework. Model Head Girl, right here.

Things to Know: The Malfoy-Sumners Row:

1. So apparently, Sumners isn't respecting his decision. I'm not sure what his decision is, but whatever it is, she's not respecting it.

What decision has he made lately?

Has he made any decisions lately?

What, the decision to do him Potions homework at the last minute?

Yes, I saw him frantically doing it during breakfast-no I wasn't stalking him.

The decision to eat roast beef at dinner maybe?

The decision to...oh I don't bloody know.

I don't think he's made any significant decisions lately.

I really don't.

2. She's justifying not respecting that decision by being an overprotective crazy person. That's what she always does.

I think she's scared off every girlfriend that he's had.

She's kind of a manipulative psycho.

Lady Macbeth-ish, if you will. Although slightly tamer.

I get that they've been friends for like ever and all, but I don't really think that gives her the right to be an overprotective crazy person. I really don't.

Although, I think it's obvious that she still fancies him, even though they broke it off ages ago (excluding that kiss at the party), so she's trying to get him back under the guise that she's "protecting" him.

That makes sense.

3. Some girl is walking over him and apparently doesn't give a flying fuck about him.

I really do feel like they're talking about me, but why would they be?

Also, I do care about Scorpius.

I really do.

4. Said girl is not like him, Sumners, and Emma and apparently wouldn't understand.

Wouldn't understand what? Alright, the only thing him, Sumners, and Emma have in common is their families-they all come from traditional Slytherin Death Eater families. Alright, so said girl does not come from a Death Eater family. Yeah, that really narrows it down.

And, of course, Sumners is using the fact that they both come from Death Eater families to show Scorpius that they should be together. How freaking twisted is that?!

5. He's not "him" when it comes to her, and then he called her a crazy jealous ex-girlfriend which was frankly the best part of the whole thing. So I guess him and Sumners are on the outs now?

Which is of course, fantastic.

Joint Common Room

October 5th

"You're not studying," Scorpius said as he sat next to me.

First words he's said to me in days, actually.

"Sure I am," I lied.

"You're flipping the pages without reading them. Give a bloke a little credit."

"How perceptive of you."

It occurred to me that I said something very similar to Matt Fell-except then I was being sarcastic.

"I do tend to notice things that common folk wouldn't," he said rather arrogantly.

"You don't strike me as particularly observant."

Not that he was un-observant, I just...oh I don't know.

"Neither do you."

"I didn't claim to be observant. That was you," I pointed out.

"It's counterclockwise, not clockwise," he said, leaning over my shoulder to observe my half-finished Charms essay.

Bloody hell-of course I'm screwing up Charms too.

Could I not do anything right?

"So you're a Charms expert now, too?"

"No. Just observant," he said, throwing my un-observant theory back at me.

"D'you have a point? If you don't, kindly sod off. The highly fascinating world of non-verbal charms is waiting," I said impatiently, tapping my book with my quill.

"Harsh. Talking to me can't be any worse than Charms," he quipped, like he hadn't just spent the last few days ignoring me and like we hadn't rowed and he hadn't said that we weren't mates.

"Oh, I don't know. Anyway, I think you'd know harsh better than anyone, correct?"

"Rose," he pleaded.

"I hope this isn't your long winded and frankly terrible version of an apology," I said.

"I'm...sorry," he mumbled, in a decidedly un-Scorpius-Malfoy-like fashion.

"That's not much better," I criticized, because it really wasn't very good. "Anyway, what made you decide to be my mate again?"

"Emma," he lied. I don't know how, but somehow I just knew that he was lying.

I mean it could've been Emma, but it wasn't Emma.

I don't know why, but I just had a feeling.

The sights told me, if you will.

There was no way.

No way.

No way.

I think it had something to do with his row with Sumners...

Maybe I really am the one they were talking about?

Eh, what do I know?

"Emma," I repeated.

"Yeah, she knocked some sense into me," he continued.

"Really."

"Really."

This conversation was really going places.

"So, er, I'm really am sorry," he said again.

He looked rather sincere-and my Transfiguration homework was also calling me, so yeah.

"S'okay," I mumbled back, in a decidedly un-Rose-Weasley-like fashion.

"D'you think you can help me with my Transfiguration homework?"

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SNEAK PEEK OF THE NEXT CHAPTER:

"So how was your date?" Emma asked.

"Date?"

"Date! You know, a romantic, uh, entanglement if you will. When a male and female-or the two participants can be the same sex-see each other under, erm, more-than-friendly intentions-," Emma began rambling.

"I bloody well know what a date is!" I snapped.

"So? How was it?"

"When did I go on a date?"

"Uh, what do you think you were doing for the last three hours?" Emma asked, faintly amused, but really, mostly annoyed.

"Hanging out in Hogsmeade with Scorpius?"

"Alone? Skiving off class?"

"You are ridiculous, Emilia!"