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Chapter 3: The non-violent urge to murder

Fact #3: Rose Weasley was quite non-violent

Hey there readers! I know I have taken too long to write my third entry and I assure you it didn't have any thing to with my reluctance!

It had all had to do with the fact that my extremely Quidditch-obsessed cousin had decided that we needed to practice twice each day!

Twice! My muscles are screaming!

I swear if we keep this up, not one player would be able to get up from bed on the day of the match!

And of course, I had no hesitation in telling this to my cousin and, guess what he said!

Of all the things he could have said, he had to say, "Don't worry, Rose. I'll make sure you're awake and well on the day of the match"

And before that g** of his friend too!

As if! I do not need some one to look after me!

And that idiot wouldn't shut up about it!

I swear! If he mimics the whining voice of a little child (which he is awfully inept at, let me tell you) one more time, I'll make sure not even bits of him are found in a century's time!

With such resolution, Rose went into the Great Hall on the day of the match, and sat by Diane, who was earnestly listening to Al's account of some incident or other.

Rose had always thought Diane had more patience than normal but, it did come in handy when she had some thing to complain about.

Diane was quite liked in the school, for, though she wasn't remarkable in any thing, she coped for it by being a great listener.

Diane was amongst the very few who actually listened in Binns' class.

She sat down on the other side of her and it was a few minutes before she was noticed.

"Alright there, Weasley? Or would you like me to carry you to the pitch?"

Patience, Rose! He's just trying to get a rise out of you

"What Weasley? No come backs? Saving your energy for the match? Make sure you don't fall off your broom of exhaustion"

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"Al, I think your cousin here is going to faint! Are you sure the reserve players are well trained?"

Chuck patience out the window!

"Argh!" Rose screamed as she pounced to punch Scorpius in the jaw, which he avoided in the nick of time.

Both of them stood up, and, Scorpius began to run out of the Hall, with Rose hot on his heels.

Only then did Al and Diane look up from their conversation and Al commented, "Must be another argument. Hope they settle down by noon or we may have trouble winning the match" and went back to the previous topic.

Meanwhile, in one of the non-descript corridors in the castle, some where on the fifth floor:

Scorpius halted to a stop just before he could hit a wall, and looked around him, looking for a way to escape the furious redhead who was approaching him now.

Finding no other way, he stood with his back to the wall, bracing himself for the onslaught of spells that was due any time now. He felt curiously like a scape goat, awaiting slaughter.

Rose only walked towards him, and her wand wasn't even in her hand.

He watched as she slowly strode towards him, panting from the run, her hair flying every which way from the wind that was blowing from the window, making her seem like an enraged goddess.

Through all this, her eyes remained calm and consistent on his, and, if he didn't know better, he'd say she was just doing this for her amusement.

But Scorpius had no illusions. He knew she was incensed enough to curse him into the next millennia before he could say 'Mil…'

And yet, she approached him, and a confused expression appeared on her face.

What am I doing? Why am I being so violent today! I don't normally do this!

Indeed, when Rose had chased him, she had only thought of shouting at him to her hearts' content.

But there she was, in an isolated corridor in the castle, with him staring at her as if she was Voldemort himself.

A bizarre thought struck her, and she looked back, making sure no one was behind her.

She had now almost reached where he was standing, and, as luck would have it, she tripped on a stone that was protruding from the ground, and fell.

Seeing her trip, he extended his hand to stop her instinctively, and both of them fell on the wall behind Scorpius' back, which happened to be a rotating door, and threw the both of them in the corridor on the other side which, thankfully, remained empty.

Scorpius was the first to try to get up, and, seeing as Rose was lying on top of him, he had little to no success.

"Weasley! You're not light as a feather, you know? Do you know what standing up means?"

"Sure I do" Rose's answer was amused, as were her eyes, which glinted with mirth.

"Then, why don't you get the hell off of me?"

It was a few minutes before Rose stood up from her position atop Scorpius, and he stood up immediately, dusting his cloak off.

"Where are we now?" he asked at last, looking around, hoping to find a familiar turning in the long corridor that seemed to extend endlessly.

"Dunno. But we won't find a way out by staying here. Let's look around" she said as she started walking in the direction where she thought she saw some light.

After a few minutes' deliberation, Scorpius joined her, and they walked around listlessly for nearly an hour before they came to a tapestry they knew.

"This one should lead to the library"

"No wonder you know this particular one"

"I've not entirely forgotten what you did at the Great Hall, Malfoy" she warned and opened the tapestry, leaving Scorpius behind.

"Hey! Wait for me!"

"Look, I admit I could have toned down the teasing but, you have to admit, you did over react a bit"

"May be, but, that doesn't make what you did right, either"

"Yeah! But, let's forget that, okay!"

"Get to the point, Malfoy"

"How about a truce?"

"What!"

Rose clutched at her heart, to make sure it was beating steadily.

"A truce, Weasly. I'm sure you've heard of the concept, haven't you? It's the thing were…"

"I know what a truce is, thank you very much. But, why now?"

"I'm always one to try new things. What do you say?"

And it might have had some thing to do with the way she had looked at him when she had come running after him that had scared his wits out.

"You aren't playing a prank on me, are you?"

"Trust me for once, Weasley! I'm darn serious about this!"

"Okay!"

"Okay, what?"

"I'll accept this truce idea, but,…" she interrupted him before he could say any thing else, "if you dare break it, there'll be hell to pay"

"Of course! Let's go back to the Great Hall now"

"Breakfast ended nearly half an hour ago. We'd better hurry or we'd have to face the rage of tornado that Al would become"

"Afraid of your cousin, Rosey?"

"Do you want to run around the castle a second time, Scorpius?" she asked sweetly, her intentions belying her tone.

"Let's not become violent again, shall we?" he said compromisingly and they set off for the pitch together.

And so, being violent finally put some sense in the blond's head and he decided to stop quarreling. May be being vicious had its advantages…

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