Sometimes Scorpius Malfoy believed that Rose Weasley was simply too perfect. She was a Gryffindor Prefect and captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team. However, there was one thing that marred her perfection, and that was her temper.
That particular day in Potions they were to brew a Draught of the Living Death, and once again, he and Rose were partners.
"Can you figure out what's wrong with our potion?" he asked, peering into the cauldron that was full of a neon green liquid.
"There's nothing wrong with it."
"It's supposed to be clear."
"Shut up, it's fine."
"It's not."
"Yes it is!" Rose seethed, as Scorpius stared blankly at her, and scooted away from the cauldron.