Rose doesn't care. She doesn't, she doesn't, she doesn't, she doesn't. So what if Albus and Scorpius are both Slytherins while she's in Gryffindor with only James, who refuses to even talk to his lame younger cousin, for company? So what if school only started a week ago and Albus and Scorpius already have so many inside jokes and references that Rose has trouble keeping up with their conversations? So what if Albus is louder and happier around Scorpius than he ever is with her?
Rose doesn't care. He's just her cousin, and it's not as if she ever thought they would remain as close at Hogwarts as they've always been. She's happy that he has new friends, a new best friend. She can make her own friends anyway. Friends who are girls, and friends who are Gryffindors while she's at it. Friends that her dad would approve of.
And if Albus and Scorpius don't seem to care, or even to notice, when Rose stops sitting with them at the newly installed inter-House table and walking with them to classes? Rose doesn't care. She doesn't, she doesn't, she doesn't.
