Rolf was supposed to be writing a Potions essay. He had been writing it, but Luna Lovegood was sitting next to him. He was trying very hard to not think about the fact her head was on his shoulder. He frowned at the mostly blank parchment in front of him. "Bugger Snape," he said.
"Language. And hand me the Syllabary," said his sort of cousin Anthony Goldstein, the third person on the sofa.
"Why?"
"Because I need to study."
"Why?"
"Because I have OWL's coming up, thou fool gudgeon."
"Enough with the Shakespearian language, and use your own."
"I lost it." Anthony made puppy dog eyes at Rolf. "Please?"
"No." Rolf glared at him.
Anthony was not so easily discouraged. He switched tactics. "I'll give you three reasons why you should lend it to me: one, I'm older than you; two, I give good presents; and three, I'll tell everyone I know that you're in love with Luna."
"I...that's blackmail, and I don't love her."
"It's not, and you're letting her sleep on you."
"Fine. Extortion, then. That doesn't mean I love her." Rolf reluctantly handed Anthony the book.
"It kind of does, Rolfie."
"Then you love Mandy Brocklehurst, because it's gotten to more than that with her."
"As a matter of fact, we're together, and I've never done the thing with her, if that's what you're suggesting."
"What you do do is bad enough, in my humble opinion."
"What do we do?"
"You lie in her lap and let her play with your hair."
"That was once."
"Definitely more than once. And an outrageous amount of snogging."
"Michael said you've got detention with Umbridge, why's that?" Anthony tried to change the subject.
"I called her Professor Rubbish, but that's got nothing to do with what we were just talking about."
"You what?"
"Called her Professor Rubbish. Are your ears working?"
"Newton Artemis Rolf Scamander! Grow up a bit, will you?"
"I'm fourteen."
"Ask Luna out then, if you're so grown up."
"No."
"I dare you."
"No."
"I double-dare you."
Rolf began to draw Luna, Spectrespecs and all. "Fine."
"That's done, then." Anthony picked up his things and left to go to bed, leaving Rolf's Syllabary behind.
Rolf looked at Luna. She really was beautiful. He tucked the finished drawing inside her Quibbler, after writing a note on the back telling her of his feelings towards her and asking her if she wanted to go out with him. There was no use denying it now. He loved Luna. Rolf fell asleep with his head on Luna's, having forgotten completely about his Potions essay.