'You should smile more,' Rose looked up at him and studied his face. 'You've got a nice smile, y'know.'
A bit caught off guard, Scorpius could feel his cheeks getting warm from her stare.
'Er– right,' he looked away quickly, pretending to be distracted by the group of first years entering the Great Hall.
'Oh, first years! I wonder if any of them are good flyers,' Rose followed his gaze. 'We'll need to train a chaser to fill James' spot after he graduates…'
Unlike her mother, Rose was heavily involved in the Quidditch scene at Hogwarts. After receiving her first broom from Uncle Harry and Aunt Ginny, the Weasleys found out that she was blessed with excellent flying skills. Since then, no family gathering was complete without her (slightlyinebriated) father proudly exclaiming that she inherited her mother's brains, but got real skills from him. Mother would always roll her eyes at this. Regardless of whether or not her father's genes played a part in her ability to navigate brooms, he definitely influenced her to love the game, and inspired her to play as keeper for the Gryffindor team.
'Rose!'
'Huh?!" Rose jerked around. She'd gotten lost in her thoughts about next year's lineup.
'There's only 5 minutes till Transfiguration,' Scorpius reminded her. 'You might want to finish breakfast fast.'
'Oh right!' Shoving buttered toast into her mouth, Rose gathered her parchments and textbooks that had been strewn across the table. Hands full, she gestured to Scorpius, 'Grr-mmuh-kerr.'
'I'm sorry?'
'Get my quill!' She took a gulp of pumpkin juice to wash down the toast. 'C'mon! Let's go!'
Following her hurried steps, he put the large quill through the bun on the top of her head. As his hand pulled away, the corners of his lips turned up at the sight of her silly appearance.
'Aha! That! Keep doing that!' She glanced back at him and grinned. 'Smile!'