Rose spent the next hour or so chopping up ingredients alongside Jonathan Vayne, which was awkward at first but after a few ill-timed jokes from Jonny they broke the ice and got back to some sort of level of familiar acquaintance. They chose a simple tonic that was supposed to dye your hair blue for a twenty-four hour period. They got close, managing to dye some horse hair in the store room purple.

"Thanks for the group work," Jonny waved heading out the door to lunch. "We should catch up soon?"

Rose mumbled something that she hoped sounded non-committal, she wasn't quite sure she'd like to be friends with Jonny quite yet. She had a feeling he wasn't the type to stay just friends. Wait, wasn't he dating someone last year? Monica? Melissa? Whatever happened to that?

Scorpius inhaled a sneer, the last of her small class to leave the room. Looking up to him, she watched him check her up and down with his eyes, return his gaze to meet hers before leaving wordlessly.

After a busy first day she barely had time to think back on Scorpius or Jonny. She had to race from class to class and to meals and then found herself laden with homework and exam study schedules.

Last year at Hogwarts, got to make it count.

She was stuck on her bed doing homework all night until all the lights were turned out. She tried working by wand light but found her eyes straining after a while and fell asleep.

There was a tap-tap-tap against her bedroom window just before day break, it woke her up and foggily she realized she was still in her clothes from the day before.

Tap-tap-tap! She got up and opened her window, a small tawny owl met her there and dropped a small letter from its mouth. "Strange." She opened the letter.

WHAT HAPPENED LAST YEAR?

Ugh! Scorpius, finally.

You know what happened!

She wrote back on the parchment, folded it back up and gave it to the owl who was waiting by the window sill. She slumped back into her bed and decided that her eyes hated her more now for being awake than when they were struggling to stay awake. She felt her body sink into the comfort of her warm bed, not bothering to open the blankets open onto the cold mattress below. She felt herself drifting off again when she heard the familiar tap-tap-tap again.

"I am going to kill that boy, I swear." She whispered to herself.

TELL ME WHAT HAPPENED!

She rolled her eyes, scribbled a reply and threw it hapharzardly for the owl to catch.

Fuck off, and let me sleep.

She fell asleep and didn't wake up again until it was time for breakfast.

"You look like death dear," Alexandria yawned at breakfast fumbling with her fork, struggling to get the scrambled eggs into her mouth.

"Aw," Rose said lacing as much sarcasm into it as she could. "You say the sweetest things."

"You know, if you wanted you could pull off a nice Goth look, run eyeliner right over those puffy bags you got going underneath there." Daphne joked, pulling a scone apart with her polished fingernails.

"Har-har!" Rose whined.

"Seriously babe, you got to take it easy on the studying, its only second day back." Daphne added.

"It wasn't just that, I got an early morning wake up owl, from Scorpius." Rose drawled in a tired tone.

Her friends exchanged curious glances before staring at her, obviously requiring more information.

"Scoripus sent me an owl asking me what happened last year, like he doesn't know." She sighed. "Kind of an aggressive move for someone who didn't talk to me at all over the summer."

"Maybe he means something else by it?" Daphne smirked, scone in tattered pieces on her plate.

"Please don't Daph, I'm not in the mood for either of your theories. I had to put up with them from both of you, remember." Rose sighed, resting her face in her palm, her arm holding it up against the table.

"Should ask him about it," Alexandria commented dismissively. "Rose?"

Rose had fallen asleep at the table.

"Look alive Weasley!" Jonny called to her through the throngs of students. "You're going to get trampled if you don't pay attention."

He ran over to her and collected her up into a nearby alcove until the bulk of the masses had passed. He smiled in that knowing way he had all those years ago, and while he had grown up significantly his face still held the same looks about it that she had originally liked.

"You're still quite short you know, I've seen second years taller than you!" He had meant it as a joke, but it annoyed her. She hated being shorter than most seventh years. Actually, she might be the shortest in her year now, she wasn't sure. She also didn't like the presumption that she needed to be saved either.

"I'm just tired, I wasn't paying attention to my surroundings." She gestured around at the students.

He stepped in closer to her, causing her to clutch tighter onto her books.

"Just be sure not to repeat it okay, be a pity to see you as roadkill," he laughed. She supposed he had been attempted to flirt with her, but as he walked away all she could think was comparing her to dead animals was not the best way to go about it.

After a full day, and a few more assignments (Transfigurations) Rose collapsed into her bed. She lay there staring at the green velvet of her bed curtains before sitting up to put her things away and change into some comfy sleepwear.

That's when she noticed the note on her bed:

TELL ME WHAT HAPPENED LAST YEAR.