What would Hogwarts be without enemies?

-sigh-

Rose never really thought she would make any enemies. But maybe she thought too soon.

Flashback

"...so, really, you can go into the kitchens anytime you want," said James through a mouthful of pie.

"Oh, ignore him, Al," said Rose, looking at James uncertainly. "He's just pulling our leg."

"Am not!" said James earneslty. "Honest, if you go down there, you tickle the pear and it giggles, and then it turns into a doorknob. Open it, and you see all these little house-elves running around and they bow when they catch sight of you."

"Anything you want, Mr Potter, anything you want," said James, in a high pitched voice, mimicking the house elf. Rose laughed.

"You're a good actor, James." James opened his mouth again, but there was an interference before he did so.

"Well, look what we have here. Gryffindors..." James looked over and snarled. Rose looked over at the boy too. He looked to be James's age, with long black unruly hair up to his shoulders and ruthless black eyes'

"What do you want, Blaise?" spat James, getting up.

"Yeah. what do you want you prick?" came a voice nearby. Rose and Albus looked around to see Scorpious join them. The boy's eyes' narrowed when he caught sight of Scorpious.

"Traitor," he growled. Scorpious gave him a smile that made Rose shudder.

"Yeah, well, now we know why I'm here, don't we? They chuck all the filth into Slytherin and leave the others to pick their way around to their own houses." Rose sensed, more then saw Blaise dig into his pocket for his wand. Before he even managed to perform a hex on Scorpious, Rose pointed her wand at him.

"Expelliarmus!" she shouted in her mind. His wand flew out of his hand. Satisfied, she hid her wand back in the pocket of her robes. Blaise looked around, startled as to who had wordlessely made his wand fly out of his hand. But before he could point his finger at anyone, Professor Mgongall came rushing up.

"What on earth is going on here?" she asked, glaring at Blasie more then anyone else.

"Nothing Professor," he said, shooting all four Gryffindors a filthy look. he trudged back to his table. As soon as he was out of earshot, James turned to her.

"You did that didn't you?" he asked, and there was awe in his voice. "That's practically NEWT standard!" She shrugged and turned back to the food. When were they going to understand that all you had to do was open a book to find the secrets of real magic?

End flashback

"We're only in first year!" argued Albus as Rose, Scorpious and him sat in the Gryffindor common room in the afternoon. "How can they expect us to write a whole parchment of the properties of moonstone?"

"Honestly, Al," said Rose, not looking up from her work. "All you have to do is look in a book."

"You're not looking in a book," said Albus, looking over at her.

"That's because I read everything in the holidays," said Rose, dipping her quill into ink and writing again.

"What, and you memorised it all?" asked Albus, eyes' wide.

"It's not that hard," said Rose modestly. There was a silence, and then Rose spoke out again.

"How do you know Blaise?" she asked, blue eyes' focused on Scorpious. Albus looked around too, intent on taking on every word.

"Our fathers were friends when they attented Hogwarts," drawled Svorpious. He turned back to his work.

"And...?" asked Rose.

"And end of story," smirked Scorpious.

"What, that's it?" blurted Albus. "I thought you must've did something to make him that angry."

"It's what I didn't do," said Scorpious. "I didn't get into Slytherin."

"Why does he make it sound so bad?" asked Rose. "It's not exactly the best of houses." Albus nodded in agreement.

"Blaise thinks so," said Scorpious.