CHAPTER 10

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The next morning, there was a small pineapple with a note tied around it sitting on the foot of Rose's bed. She studied the pineapple, then turned over the note and read it, her eyebrows raising higher and higher with each word.

Dear Rose,

Of course I would be happy to meet with you in the library. I'll see you there soon. Your letter was interesting; I hope you remember sending it, apparently you were quite tired. I have something to give you in the library, sweetie.

Love, Brent

"Merlin," sighed Rose. "What did I send to that boy?" Sliding out of bed, she glanced at the clock on the wall next to her, which read 11:34. Her heart jumped a foot in her chest, and she hurriedly began getting dressed, sloppily applying her makeup and throwing on her least favorite outfit before racing to the library. Once inside, she spotted Brent at the back table with a bouquet of roses sitting across from him.

"Rose!" He shouted, turning heads all around, making Rose blush deeply.

"Hi," she mumbled, sitting down at his table. "Morning."

Brent handed her the bouquet. "A rose for Rose."

Rose rolled her eyes. "I haven't heard THAT one before."

Brent looked concerned. "Are you okay? You were up pretty late, I guess."

"I'm fine," Rose snapped. "Just tired."

Brent seemed to be fighting back a laugh. "You uh, sent me an interesting letter."

"I don't remember," Rose admitted, putting her head in her hands. "What did it say?"

"Would you like to read it?" Brent pulled the letter out of his back pocket and handed it to the redhead.

Rose accepted the letter, reading it hurriedly before turning a sickly shade of maroon. "Oh my gosh. This is just... terrible."

Brent smiled awkwardly. "At first, when I read it, I thought you were drunk."

"I can imagine. Sorry about that one part, you know..."

"The part where you said you wished I was gay?" Brent snickered quietly. "No, really, don't apologize. It's absolutely fine. That's not what I want to talk about anyway."

"The contest?"

Brent nodded. "What rules can we break?"

"Yelling in the corridors," Rose said thoughtfully. "Exiting school grounds after curfew, fighting in the hallways, and disrupting classes. Can you think of any others?"

Brent was looking deeply into her eyes and didn't seem to be paying much attention to Rose's words. "Yeah," he muttered. "Definitely."

"Which ones can you think of?"

This seemed to snap Brent out of his daydream. "Rose, there's something I wanted to show you."

"Is it part of the contest?" Rose asked. "Is it a rule we can break? Because really, we need to work on that."

"Rose, I wrote you a poem."

"Oh." This made Rose feel very uneasy. They were headed towards sensitive territory, and she really didn't want to read a love poem from a person she didn't love.

Brent placed the poem in her hand and she began to read, realizing that Brent could most definitely not write poetry.

My Rose, sweet as the daylight mornings. Her laugh tinkles like a fairy kiss, pirouetting through the midnight darkness. Her kisses are heavenly things, sent from high above to sprinkle the earth with happiness. How glad I am that she is only mine, my cherished lollipop.

Rose fought back a laugh. Obviously Brent had worked hard on this, but it was probably the worst poem she'd ever read.

"What do you think? I wanted to make it romantic."

"It's one of a kind," Rose answered truthfully, pocketing the letter with a smirk.

"I'm glad you think so."

Rose plastered a smile on her face before changing the subject. "So! We need to work on our plan for the contest."

"Whatever you want, sweetie." Brent leaned across the table to give Rose a sloppy kiss.

Rose winced. "Change of plans. I have to go now. See you in Charms!" And with that, she took off into the hallway, not stopping until she ran at full speed into none other than Scorpius Malfoy.

"Oh."

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