10 years after graduation
Rose Weasley was not sober, not even close. She was too drunk to be responsible for her actions. She was a full trained aurora for the past eight years and she loved it. She was good at her job too. She'd just spent the last eleven months undercover and was currently celebrating by herself. It had been tough; no communication with her family what-so-ever.
The mission could take up pages and pages, but the short-cut version of the story was she was investigating an uprising in Death Eaters. She had to get her long red hair cut and died so it was a short, straight, and edgy black style. She couldn't even recognize herself; which was the point. She looked almost evil; she fit right in.
Anyway back to the story. It was around 3 o'clock in the morning when the muggle bar finally closed down and kicked Rose out. She was celebrating her renewed red hair that had just reached shoulder length. She could have made it grow faster, but she didn't associate magic with looks. She was wearing a short black number that made her look amazing. Black was her best color even though green was her favorite. Ironic, she'd always thought, those were the colors of Slytherine.
Rose walked out of the bar, well, wobbled was more like it, in her sky scraper heels. Her face was flushed from the drink. The street was dark and empty. It was also wet from the previous rainfall and the only light came from a fluttering street light.
Oh and behold, who might come along, but Scorpius Malfoy. He an aurora himself had just come from a bar also, but he was completely sober. He was about to apperiate when he heard a soft humming coming from down the street. He turned on the spot, wary of an attack.
AN: Once again a short chapter and it is a tiny bit boring as of now, but it can only get better. Yay!!! Enjoy
-writergirl