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Now, a Memory Refresher!
Previously on Acquaintances:
Scorpius Malfoy, Slytherin, goes to the Hospital Wing and finally has a chance to return Rose Weasley's, Ravenclaw, wand to her. Talking then ensues. Afterwards, Scorpius returns to his Common Room in time to hear bit of a conversation from Bradley Sedlar, Slytherin, that seems awfully suspicious . . .
Chapter 7 (Considering)
"–and, just as a precaution, take this potion if another headache occurs. If the headache persists, please, do come back." Madam Pomfrey was talking in her strict matron voice meaning everything she was saying was serious as it did deal with medicine. Take the wrong dose of something or the wrong potion, and who knew what would happen.
That's why Rose Weasley was listening intently. She was not about to not listen; it would only result in her back in the infirmary: something she did not want again. "Yes, madam," she replied, "I will." Rose then took the medium sized potion bottle and placed it on the side table next to her bed. Her brown eyes turned to Pomfrey, waiting patiently for her next instructions. The elderly lady read over a piece of parchment before nodding.
"Very well, then. Your clothes are right there; I'll pull the privacy curtain around so you can change, and then you're free to go." The redhead smiled thankfully. After the lady did as she said she was, Rose pushed back the duvet and gingerly stood up to slip out of her nightgown. She pulled on the plain red shirt and blue jeans that were lying on the bed before guiding her feet into the black ballet flats her mother had produced during her visit to the wing.
"All ready there, deary?"
"Yes, madam," Rose said, thrusting the potion along with her wand into her school bag. Then, after making the bed, she grabbed the glass vase filled with different flowers (put in by various people of her family) from her father off the table and moved the isolation screen out of the way. Madam Pomfrey smiled warmly at her. "Ah, you do look better, though it seems you need a shower. Oh, sign here, please." Trying not to feel insulted at what the woman had said–Rose knew she had a strange odor, her hair was a mess, and her breath didn't smell pleasant, but really, did the nurse have to point it out?–Rose momentarily traded her vase for the green feather quill held out to her to sign the "Out" parchment. "It is six o'clock, so you have enough time to head back to your dormitory to freshen up before breakfast begins."
"Thank you," she said politely, taking the clear container again, looking over it to marvel the unique flower species and colors.
"You're welcome, and remember: come back when you feel any pain." The girl made to leave when the matron stopped her. "Oh, do wait." Stopping, Rose turned to Madam Pomfrey. The elderly woman had a blue quill in her left hand and, using her wand in her other hand, she transfigured it into a blue yarrow. "It is that color because of the quill," she said, holding it out to Rose and smiling. "It means good health."
"Thank you," Rose said again as she placed it in with the other flowers.
"You're welcome, Miss Weasley."
Outside of the Hospital Wing and out of the Hospital Tower, Rose smiled her widest that day. She walked over to a stone wall and placed the hand not holding the pot on it, savoring the cold feel of it. "Freedom," she murmured happily. Carefully hiking her bag up her shoulder, she continued to the fifth floor. As she was climbing up the first set of stairs she came across, she heard someone behind her. Turning, Rose saw a boy walking by on the floor she was just on and smirked when she realized who he was. Figuring she had time, she noisily made her way back down the stairs, garnering the attention she wanted: Scorpius had stopped and was staring at her.
Finally making it to the bottom step she walked toward him. "So, what are you doing on the fourth floor at, like, six in the morning on this fine Tuesday?"
"I was heading to Headmistress Vector's office, actually," he responded.
Tilting her head to the left, she smiled. "Is that so? Well, I thought you knew after living in this castle for almost six years, but Vector's office is on the first floor, not the fourth. And," she went on when he made to interrupt, "seeing as you're a Slytherin, you didn't have to come all of this way, yeah? Slytherins are in the dungeons, right? Maybe a floor down? I'm not sure, but that is quite close to the first floor, wouldn't you say?"
"Okay," he said with a sigh, "you caught me. I was going to the Hospital Wing." For some reason, that bit of information made her squirm.
"Why?" Without waiting for him to answer, she carried on. "Were you going to visit me?" She was looking straight into his light blue eyes, but could only see a faintly amused expression.
"I was visiting someone, just not you."
"What the hell? There was no one in there but me!"
"Oh, what's this? Rose Weasley wanted me to visit her again? How will the rest of the school react to this?" His smirk was blinding her. "Didn't have enough visitors for your liking?"
"What? No! I was merely saying that if you were going to the Hospital Wing–like you said–and you were visiting someone–also like you said–there was no one but me to visit. No one else was occupying a bed when I left." She breathed through her nose huffily. "And I did have visitors," she added, motioning to the flowers.
"And when did you leave?" he asked, ignoring the sentence about her visitors.
"Like, maybe eleven minutes ago?"
"So what if something happened between those eleven minutes that landed someone I know into the infirmary?"
"Enlighten me, then, on what could happen in eleven minutes that could make someone bedridden in the Hospital Wing." Rose looked at him in disbelief.
"I don't have to answer to you," he said.
She scowled at him. "You just don't have anything to say."
"And what if I don't?" he shot back. Rose was stunned. She had at least expected him to make something up; not answer so bluntly. "Exactly," he said at her slightly taken aback expression. Nodding, he continued the way he was going before he was disrupted. He suddenly stopped at the end of the hall and called out to her. "Oh, and Weasley? I was going to go visit Madam Pomfrey." Scorpius gave her smug smile that showed off his white, not-so-bad teeth and jerked his eyebrows up a bit in a gesture of him leaving.
"Wait!" she called out suddenly. He stopped, turning his head a bit.
She cleared her throat. "Why do you care about what happened to me?"
"Well, if I have to go out of my way to save you, Miss Damsel in Distress, don't you think I'd like to what to know what happened?"
"I'm not a damsel in distress."
"That's not what you were saying Sunday." Rose scoffed loudly and, Scorpius hearing it from where he stood took it as his cue to leave, an actual smile on his face.
Rolling her eyes, but somewhat entertained, Rose became conscious of the fact she had wasted some of her freshing up time (she wasn't sure of how much as she didn't have a watch) talking to a boy she barely knew. She ran as quickly as she could up the stairs behind her again, rushing up the spiral staircase, cursing it out all the way up. She had just been announced ambulatory once more; there had to be another way to the Ravenclaw Tower. Breathing heavily at the top from lack of exercise, Rose knocked and waited for the knocker that was the shape of an eagle to appear.
"Without senses, organs, or limbs, I can still do things. I am more perturbing than any creature, and mightier of all beings. I am also insidious, feral, and statuesque. What am I?" the eagle recited after it emerged. Rose couldn't help but smile through her erratic breathing when she heard the riddle she had been granted instead of some open-ended question. She didn't have time for one of those right now.
"Um," she began. Without senses, organs, or limbs, she recounted in her head, I can still do things. Mightier than all beings . . . insidious. After a few more minutes of deep thinking, she smiled. "Impressive riddle," she said, "Really had me going there."
"Thank you," the eagle said. "Do you have an answer?"
"Yes; you are imagination."
"Very good. Please, come in." The eagle disappeared, causing the door opened. She strolled in and went to the Sixth Year girls' dorm to get cleaned up. On the way there, though, she couldn't get the thought of why Headmistress Vector wanted to speak with Malfoy out of her head.
A/N: I bet you, the reader(s), and I know! (If you don't and want to, do refer to the ending of Chapter 4 (Nervous).) Please review! =D And I read from some website that a yarrow means good health. I hope a blue yarrow (if there even is one) doesn't mean something else. And I found that riddle at some riddle website.
Sunday was the day Scorpius found Rose unconscious in case you didn't get what he had said. :)
Sorry this chapter was kind of short and delayed! FF was having some technical difficulties apparently.