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A.N. So, for Tuesday we have, a next generation couple and a more feisty emotion…Rose and Scorpius with a little bit of anger. Um, growl.
By the way, they are third years here.
One Shot # 2 - Tuesday: Anger, Rose and Scorpius
This was the end. One more word from his insolent stupid blonde mouth, and Rose might commit suicide. His words had gotten her into trouble, his words had gotten himself out of trouble, his money had bought him a spot on the Quidditch team, his father had made him hated in Hogwarts, his looks had made him incredibly popular, his mouth had made the professors want to hurt him, and honestly, there wasn't anything about him that she liked. Malfoy. The name itself sent angry tingles down her arms.
He was terrible, a womanizer, a smart-arse, and…and…many more horrible, horrific things.
It had all started, that first day on Platform 9 ¾. She'd been warned against the Malfoy clan, she'd heard the stories, and unfortunately she'd carried down her fathers' prejudice. Oh no, she wasn't afraid to admit that, however, she would be afraid to admit that if Malfoy here didn't carry down his own prejudice against the Weasley clan. He seemed to think that they were still in poverty, and were still using hand-me-downs over and over.
Rose and Albus had happily picked out their own little compartment, all of their other cousins were elder or younger, and where sitting down and looking over their chocolate frog cards. Then, Malfoy had walked, no swaggered in, with a few of his soon-to-be Slytherin cronies. Rose had heard a lot about Crabbe and Goyle, and she hoped that this Malfoy's cronies would be just as stupid.
His cronies were stupid, yet he wasn't. He'd happily thrown them out of the compartment and Rose swore to herself to publicly humiliate that boy who truly seemed like Satan reincarnated.
Today, however, today was an ultimate low for this mangy, ferret's son of a Malfoy. She did have to give him credit for one thing, he'd taught her how to make her insults really and truly deeply wound a person. That was a talent she rather enjoyed, however she wouldn't admit it.
Today, Malfoy had committed a triple threat, he tipped her cauldron all over her new robes, which earned a couple points taken off of Gryffindor as she walked into Arithmancy. Then, he simply decided to levitate her books all over the place, making her incredibly late for Defense Against the Dark Arts, which she was already late too because of the case of Rosie's missing wand. Her lovely, absolutely wonderful, DADA professor gave her detention for Saturday evening, which conveniently happened at the same time as Quidditch practice. She thought Mal-ferret was done by then, but of course not, he simply had to make a public announcement about the fact that the top button was undone in her dress shirt. For crying out loud, she was in the library, alone, well until Malfoy came, and one may not know this but the library becomes especially warm in spring and it wasn't pleasant to be there while having a heavy robe and tight dress shirt and skirt on.
But, yes, he decided to tell everyone that Ms. Rose Weasley was acting like a wannabe slag. She couldn't even understand how he'd come out with this sort of blasphemy.
So, it was perfectly understandable for Rose to be fuming in front of Professor Longbottom's office, he was headmaster now, and asking for a private meeting with him about the actions of a certain platinum blonde boy in her year.
She was however surprised to see that, that platinum blonde boy was already sitting, no slouching, in a chair in front of Headmaster's messy desk.
"Professor Longbottom, I beg you, please listen to me, and realize the horrors this wretched boy has put me through!"
"Always the drama queen, aren't we Weasley?"
"Malfoy, no ferret, if I am a drama queen and it gets you into trouble, being a drama queen is well worth the pain!"
"Touchy, touchy, I see. It isn't my fault that you decided to be late to DADA, it isn't my fault that your cauldron tipped over on absolute accident—"
She cut him off, "Accident? Professor Longbottom, did you hear the lies out of this Malfoy's mouth? Do you truly believe that my cauldron would tip over on accident? Spilling the contents through my robes and dress shirt and earning me points taken away in Arithmancy?"
"Well, Miss Weasley, I haven't exactly been able to get in a word edgewise as you two were so pleasantly 'going at it' as they say nowadays…"
"Well, say something quick now, as Malfoy's shut up for the moment, don't waste the opportunity sir!"
At this, Scorpius rose in indignant anger, "I've hardly said a word, it's you, that's been complaining like a banshee! You that decided that the words out of my mouth are lies, and now I shall shut up and listen to Professor Longbottom give his fair verdict!"
"That was very nice of you to keep yourself quiet, Scorpius, I do wish you'd said it in less of a language—"
"Speaking of language sir, no one says 'going at it' and means it the way you meant it…"
"M'boy, do stop interrupting me, although now I am curious as to what it is meant then…But, moving onto the more pressing matter."
'Pressing matter, my arse,' thought Rose indignantly, 'Malfoy's chumming it up with our headmaster and he's getting himself a free ticket out of the detention he surely deserves! Merlin, there was a good reason he was placed in Slytherin…However, why in the name of Morgan Le Fay are they discussing the terms 'going at it'.'
"Alright, I'll need to hear an accurate description of what has happened, actually I'd rather have you both write it down, you have thirty seconds and your time starts now!"
Rose and Scorpius looked at each other and then at their professor who seemed quite insane to them, but reached for the nearest parchment and sent each other glares while dipping their quill into the ink…
30, 29, 28, 27 scribble, scribble, 26, 25, 24, 'how in merlin's name do you erase ink…' 23, 22, 21, 19, 18, 17, 16, 15, 14…
Professor Longbottom looked at his ticking watch and as it hit 10 seconds he started counting along with it, "Ten. Nine. Eight. Seven. Six. Five. Four. Three. Two. One and a half. One and a quarter. And time!"
Rose looked up and stared at her professor for a full minute and then hesitantly turned her parchment over to Professor Longbottom, as did Malfoy.
"Erm, my apologies Mr. Malfoy and Miss Weasley, I believe I've been watching too many muggle game shows, my wife is very fond of them, you see."
Rose and Scorpius stared s'more.
"Well, I suppose I'll be having a look at these parchments, a moment if you will, and I do declare I haven't seen either of you so quiet since …well, since never."
With that, a brief shuffling of paper was heard and Rose belatedly realized that her handwriting was despicable in the paper. She wished she'd been given a minute rather than half of one, and with a glance over at Malfoy she took a wild guess and assumed that he'd been thinking the same thing.
"I took a great deal of time deciphering these—
"No, you didn't! It's only been 5 minutes…" Rose so helpfully pointed this out.
"Well, it felt like a great deal of time, and I'm sorry to say I can't understand a word." Professor Longbottom held up the sheets of parchment, and Rose looked down at her feet sheepishly, she saw Malfoy exclaim, "Hey! I'd thought I'd written well on that piece!"
"Well, you may have written Mr. Malfoy, however I couldn't understand it. Since you've caused so much ruckus at Hogwarts, I would like you both to serve two detentions with Filch on the next two Thursdays and Miss Weasley you do still have to serve your detention on Saturday."
Both Rose and Scorpius voiced protest in the form of 'But!' at the exact time that Professor Longbottom said, "I don't want to hear about it, I've decided my decision…"
Rose mumbled, "Clearly…" and said, more loudly, "Well, I suppose I'll get back to my homework…g'bye then. I'll be at detentions."
A fat lot of good talking to Professor Longbottom did, the crazy old loon. Muggle game shows, personalities that range from loony to finality within moments, obsessions with adolescent wizard slang. She'd go complain to Albus, surely, but no, it couldn't happen until a certain Malfoy simply had to trip her as she made her silent, defeated way toward the Gryffindor commons.
She silenced his suppressed chuckles with a glare that would've made her father and mother, hell, the whole Weasley clan proud. Detentions didn't quite matter to him, but to a Granger, detentions were a no-no, unless it was for a good reason. This wasn't for a good reason.
End.
A.N. Choppy? Weird? Not angry enough to display the emotion anger? Do let me know… I actually kinda like a loony Neville and a cool confidence Malfoy, and my favorite a dramatic Rosie. Sorry if she seemed way too out of it for you…
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