SCORPIUS

After explaining to Potter everything that I knew, we quickly headed out of the Great Hall, searching for someone that would know anything.

I had become somewhat attached to her unruly red hair, her knee-high stockings and her copious amount of books. It was almost comforting to me to see her slightly upturned nose resting in the middle of a book, her eyes closed and mouth open, clearly
asleep.

It was what normally happened on a Saturday evening. She'd hole herself up by one of the lit fireplaces at the back of the library and zone into a good book. She would always fall asleep in the middle of it though.

It was one of her many quirks, like on Sunday's, she wouldn't have toast. She'd always give porridge another try, even though she'd hate it (still) and grab another piece of toast.

It was past lunch by the time we had formulated a good enough plan to discover where she was.

'I think that we should sneak into her dorms, she must still be there!' Potter exclaimed, quickening his pace to walk next to me. Thehallway was packed with pupils, rushing to and fro, catch up with friends. It was a Saturday, and many of the girls
/were heading down to the pith to gaze at James Potter practicing quidditch.

He had quite the fan-club.

'No, Potter, that's stupid.' I reply, giving him my trademark smirk, 'Besides, boys can't get up the staircases. I thought you'd know all about that.'

'Well, what do you suggest we do, Malfoy? It's not like we can just let this blow over. My cousin is missing! Well, misplaced, anyway.'

I know it was crazy for us to assume that she was missing just because she was off-schedule. But she had NEVER changed her plans, NEVER, for an entire year. Longer, probably, but I didn't know about her back then.

'How about we just ask someone in her dorms?' I suggested, looking over st the slightly shorter boy next to me.

'But the girls in her dorm are , well, how should I put this, aren't the most bright people?' His sentence went up at the end, turning his statement into a question.

'And? What's your point?'

'I doubt they'd care, much less notice, that Rose was sharing their dorms.'

He was right. As she left early and returned late, they probably never bothered with wondering where she was.

'Well how do you suppose we get up to her dorm then?'

'Easy! My uncle is George Weasley, of course.'

It turns out that his idea of a good plan was to walk up the walls, LITERALLY. We strapped these, for want of a better word, suckers onto our feet and walked up the wall next to the staircase to the girls dorms.

The girls dorm wasn't that much different from the boys in Gryffindor. It was circular, with three Windows and 6 beds, four posters with red curtains surrounding them.

Deciding to find her bed and belongings,we starting opening the bed curtains at random. It was easy to guess whose bed it was by their belongings.

Claudia Hopkirks was the first I had discovered. She was known for her 'man per month' tendencies, with her large amount of mugglemakeuplittering her bedside table, a book reading '12 Fail Safe Rules For Attracting The Male Population', which

was, most likely, the only book she had ever read, and clothes scattered all over her bed.

Next was Akila Vane,a bookish girl with a giant personality. Her wide-framed reading glasses and a pile of muggle comics were found on her bed, and a muggle action figure of what seemed to be an angry, green, giant who seemed to only be wearing purple
/shorts. She was muggleborn and seemed to prefer their cartoon comics over ours.

This happened for two other beds until we reached an empty one.

Her suitcase had been taken, along with her entire closet and everything was gone.

Her bed was made, pillows fluffed and comforter folded neatly across.

There were two small envelopes on her white cushions, addressed to Albus Potter and... Me?

We grabbed them and frowned. This was her handwriting. All of her things were gone, including her.

'I say we return to our respective dorms, read these and meet in the library for further planning.' Albus said, his eyes now swimming with emotion. I understood perfectly. He wanted to be alone to read that letter. I don't know why she was so important
/to him, but he was upset at her departure.

'Sure. Potions section in the library at 5?' I asked, walking out of the room, putting her curtains back in place.

'Yes.'

We parted ways.