CHAPTER 2

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It was the first night of prefect duty, and Rose was still replaying Dumbledore's words in her head. "'As you two are fairly similar in personality,'" Rose mumbled to herself. "I am not at all like that buffoon." Rose stepped out of her common room, lost in thought.

"Talking to yourself?" Lily laughed. "Only you, Rose."

Rose jumped about a foot in the air, but relaxed once she saw her friend. "Good evening to you too, Lily," she said stiffly, half annoyed and half amused.

Lily grinned, pulling her light brown hair into a ponytail. "What's your problem today, girl? You look like you've had a tough day."

"Scorpius," Rose groaned. "He's the other Prefect."

Lily nodded. "Tough luck. But you gotta admit, he is fiiiiiiiiine..."

"I just threw up a little bit in my mouth, Lil," Rose shivered. "He is not."

The two argued playfully, walking around the school, ducking into hallways to make sure no students were out of bed. When they had made it to the Charms corridor, Rose stiffened and motioned for them to go the other way.

Lily rolled her eyes. "They don't bite. It's just Scorpius and Brent... and man, is Scorpius looking good today." She plainly checked him out, eyeing his messy blond hair and the tie loosely hung around his neck.

"Ick, Lil. Really. That's just... ew."

Lily pulled her best friend down to the end of the hallway where Scorpius and Brent stood, and immediately launched into a conversation with Brent over whether or not the Quidditch team was going to win against Ravenclaw in the next game.

"Obviously, Ravenclaw is going to lose," Brent said jokingly. "Because their seeker, that Malfoy kid, he sucks."

Scorpius laughed. "Oh, it's on. 5 galleons on Ravenclaw."

"I'm in," Lily said. "Because I know that Weasley girl, the chaser, she's just horrible."

Rose rolled her eyes. "I've been to your practices, Miss Gryffindork, I'm not the horrible one."

"Nice one, redhead," laughed Brent, high-fiving Rose. "5 galleons it is."

On the day of the match, Rose was feeling horrible. Her stomach hurt, her head ached, she was freezing, but she forced herself to get out of bed, grab some toast, and walk down to the pitch. Her team was waiting, wearing the blue and silver Quidditch robes, talking eagerly about the match.

As she mounted her broom, her stomach churned with the usual nervousness, mixed with a strong desire to give back her breakfast. The whistle blew and Rose pushed firmly off the ground, beginning her specific flying pattern- fly around the pitch once, grab the quaffle, duck the bludger, shoot. Fly around, grab the quaffle, duck the bludger, shoot. It was so natural Rose didn't even have to think about it. She shot several goals, feeling a little bit better with each one.

"Rose!" shouted Lily, speeding across the field. "Try not to win, I need my five galleons."

Distracted, Rose tried to focus again. She made the mistake of looking down, seeing the grass hundreds of feet beneath her. Her vision blurred and her stomach made plaintive calls to empty itself. "No," Rose mumbled. "No..."

Rose swayed blindly on her broom, trying to hold on as her hands became sweaty. Suddenly a whistle blew and the crowd erupted in cheers.

"Ravenclaw wins!" shouted Madame Hooch.

Rose feverishly flew down to the ground, landing with a crash. The team surrounded Scorpius in a big hug, lifting him up on their shoulders. Rose ran straight for the bathroom, without even enough energy to roll her eyes as she saw Scorpius signing autographs.