This is a bit late, and I apologize. Also gonna apologize in advanced because chapter four will be late as well. I'm not yet done with it. Hopefully I'll get something done this weekend, but I might end up writing drabbles instead. On another note, this chapter is thus far the longest, and it's not even a thousand words.

Anyway, on with the story.

Disclaimer: Y'all already know I don't own anything.

Chapter 3

"Have a good day at school, don't start any fights, no wands out, unless it's an absolute emergency." Hugo opened his mouth to say something, but Hermione cut him off. "And an emergency means life or death, not whether or not you can open something."

Hugo snapped his mouth shut. They had just left Principal Figgins' office. Both teenagers had their timetables in hand and a backpack strapped to their shoulders.

"We'll be fine, Mum." Rose assured her with a smile. "This isn't Hogwarts. You'll see us at the end of the day."

"Or maybe sooner." Hermione mumbled.

"What?"

"Nothing. Go to class. I have to talk to the principal." Hermione hurried them off.

Rose and Hugo parted ways as they searched for their classes. She glanced up from her schedule to look around for the class when she spotted a boy in a red and white jacket. He held a cup in his hand. Even from her spot near the lockers, she could see that it was filled with a red slush. She quickly noticed the malicious look in his eyes, one she recognized from all the Slytherins at Hogwarts.

Rose followed his gaze to see who he was looking at like that. Her eyes landed on a blond boy about her age. She watched for a moment as the bigger guy got closer, the other boy didn't seem to be aware. Rose let out a gasp as she understood what was to happen.

She moved forward and pushed the boy out of the way just as the contents of the cup were thrown. Rose felt a cold splash hit her head. She stood there frozen. Everyone seemed to have held their breath if the lingering silence was anything to go by. The red ice drenched through her shirt and hair. A piece of slush fell from her hair and onto the floor.

The silence broke into laughter, the bully's loudest of them all, even as he walked away. Rose clenched her jaw, her body beginning to tremble with anger, her hands curled into fists, her face turning the infamous shade of Weasley red. She was ready to pull out her wand, or throw punches, whichever came first. Her mother's voice telling her not to get into any fights vaguely echoed in her head. The anger soon melted away when the boy she'd pushed out of the way spoke to her.

"Are you alright?" He asked.

Rose shook her head, clearing the rest of the anger in her head and causing some of the slush to fall to the floor.

"I'm fine." She responded. "Are you alright?"

"I am. Thanks to you." He gave her a cheesy grin, and Rose couldn't help but smile back at him. After a second, she became aware of the stickiness of her clothes and all eyes on them.

"Ah... what is this stuff?" She grumbled, brushing the ice off her curly red hair.

"Slushies. Bully specialty." He replied, frowning slightly. Rose grimaced.

"They do this often?"

"Only to the Glee kids."

She furrowed her eyebrows, tilting her head. "Glee kids?" Before he could respond, a warning bell rang.

"We need to get you cleaned up." He said, as if suddenly realizing that she was covered with sticky red ice. He grabbed her arm and lead her towards a bathroom.

"I- uh, but won't you be late to class?" Rose protested as she was pulled into a bathroom. She'd planned to just clean herself off with magic. But thinking it through now, it didn't seem logical, especially since so many had witnessed what had happened. She couldn't just walk around with clean clothes as if the slushie had never happened.

The blond boy shrugged. "I'm always late to that class anyway." He replied.

Once inside the bathroom, Rose immediately noticed a chair with a couple of towels. She raised an eyebrow at the boy.

"No one comes into this bathroom. The Glee kids use it to clean up after a slushie attack." He answered her unspoken question. He gestured her to sit down.

The confused look remained on Rose's face at the second mention of 'Glee', but she sat down nonetheless. He grabbed a towel, wetting it slightly in one of the sinks. He brought it back to her, knelt down in front of the chair, and began to wipe away the dried food coloring on her face.

"You know, I never got your name." He said, breaking the silence.

"And I never got yours." She replied. He looked up at her, smiling that goofy smile he'd had earlier.

"Sam." He told her.

"Rose."

"So, Rose, are you from England?" Sam asked as he stood up to rinse the towel. Rose stood as well, brushing of some gunk off her curls. She nodded at him through the mirror.

"I didn't know we had an exchange student program." Sam added,wringing the towel and helping her with the stickiness in her hair.

"Oh, no, my family and I just moved here, actually." Rose corrected. "So, what is Glee?"

Alright. So, I think this chapter kinda solidifies that this story shall take place in season two(-ish.)

Also, I'm not yet sure about the whole Rose/Sam thing. So let me know. More Glee kids will appear in the next chapter. I might even throw in a scene with another Glee guy for a second option of possible love interest. Might be in the next chapter, or the one after that.

Please review. It really makes me happy to know you guys enjoy it.