December 10th
"I told you she wasn't going to come," Victor Nott said to a sulking Scorpius. He grunted in response, not in the mood to hear Nott jeer at him the entire night.
The Slytherin common room was crowded with just about every older Slytherin student. The Slytherins were not known for celebrating much of anything, but they did always manage to throw a decent Christmas party for themselves. Music echoed through the stone common room despite it being difficult to hear it anyway over the loud chattering that was coming from the students. The much younger students were sure to be awake still in their dorms, being forced to listen to the party sounds.
This was usually an event that Scorpius enjoyed and looked forward to every year, but this year he didn't feel as excited about it. Maybe it was because this was his fifth year attending this party and he grew bored with it. Maybe he just wasn't as good friends with his fellow Slytherins anymore and had nothing in common with them. Maybe he outgrew the partying at mere age of seventeen. Mostly, he had just gotten his hopes up too high for the possibility that he would be able to sneak Rose into the party.
"What is that?" Scorpius sneered, referencing the drink in Nott's hand. It was orange and fruity looking.
"Buck's fizz!" he exclaimed.
"Who got you drinking those? Your mother?" Victor Nott simply shrugged, unfazed by Scorpius half-assed attempts to insult him.
"I wasn't the one who got rejected by a Gryffindor," he replied and turned to leave Scorpius alone in the corner where he had been stationed the entire night.
"I still have time," Scorpius snapped.
"Sure," Nott said calmly, raising his orange drink to his lips as Scorpius scowled. "Keep telling yourself that."