Chaser 1 for the Falmouth Falcons, Round 12 QLFC, Prompt: Employee-Employer relationship/Rose Weasley and Scorpius Malfoy. WC: 912
Additional prompts: (dialogue) "I've forgotten what it's like to feel young.", (phrase) A man is known by the company he keeps, (object) blouse
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Ravenclaw, Round 10 Houses Competition, Short, Prompt: Duelling, WC: 912
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"I swear to Merlin, Malfoy, I will kick your tiny jalapenos off that desk if you do not move them yourself," I threaten, glaring at Scorpius. He stares blankly back at me, and I know there is going to have to be a more serious condemnation if he's going to adhere to any rules I might have in my office. "Then, I will shove them up your -"
"Rose!" he shouts in protest, cutting across me and grinning. "Language. What would your mother say?"
"Something a lot worse than arse," I mutter, certain. Scorpius scowls at me, returning to the adjustment of the ridiculous blue necktie he has adorned to his forehead. "You're lucky your report isn't due soon, otherwise I'd have a few things to mention to you - and professionally."
"Oooh, Miss Weasley! You made me feel like a student again," he laughs. "I've forgotten what it's like to feel young."
"You're twenty-five."
He doesn't say a word, even though I know he must be just quietly thinking in his corner of the room. Even though I'm his boss, I feel like I can haze him a little too if he's being annoying. Perhaps because I've known him for so long, or perhaps because he annoys me so frequently. Thus, I flick my wand almost lazily towards the plastic bowl of jalapenos. In seconds, they are flying towards Scorpius' pale, gormless face. I don't look or smile as each one pounds against his cheeks. Mainly because I am his employer, but also because I know that if I even smile, I would end rolling on the flood in crazed, shrieking laughter. Like some sort of absurd, crying hyena.
And apparently that would be a foul sight to behold. Especially in front of someone who believes that 'a man is known by the company he keeps'.
I understand that it's all to do with appearances. Essentially, it's a fancy way of saying 'we are all judged constantly by who we are, what we look like, and who we are with'. A charming sentiment akin to the Malfoy's, and most other pureblood families who live that way of life.
"You know, you do have a desk of your own," I murmur, flicking over a page of my notes and still bored of what's written on them. "You don't have to nick the spare one in here."
Scorpius is wiping his face with a napkin he pulled out of the third drawer down in the desk. Once his face is clean, he turns back to look at me, still grinning.
"Nah. I like it in here too much."
With that, he grabs the bumf of discarded papers beside him and throws them into the air. Appalled, I watch on as he jabs his wand at them, causing each sheet to tear into tiny pieces, flaring red and orange and gold. The embers fall to the floor of the office, shrivelling up and disappearing before my eyes.
"Am I in trouble?"
I roll my eyes in some sort of pointless response. While it is frustrating, he hasn't done anything wrong. I would have put the papers in a different fire, three days down the line, after waiting to see whether they might be of use (and they never are). And, technically, I am getting work done. In fact, I'm maybe more productive having someone else in the office. Even if they cause a certain amount of trouble and annoyance in this relatively small room.
Then again, it's not as though we're partners, He doesn't need to be in here. Scorpius is my subordinate, and it certainly makes doing boss things more difficult. Like firing Jeanette last week. He wouldn't leave the room. That was troublesome, and I'm still worried she's going to file some sort of complaint about me. It was grossly inappropriate for Scorpius to refuse to leave.
Ever since we were kids and he was friends with Albus, he's always just been there. It's like he's family, but not quite.
Scorpius uses a levitating charm to bring his coffee closer to him across the desk. It scrapes noisily, making my ear drums feel as though they're about to burst. Even lazier, he uses the same charm to attempt in lifting the coffee to his awaiting lips. However, in the last two seconds, as I watch on, horrified, he moves to furiously itch his nose, causing his wand arm to fly out left. The boiling liquid burns itself onto my skin and my brand new blouse.
"Rose, I'm -"
"You utter MONGWEASEL!" I shout. "You are in such trouble."
"Saucy," he comments.
"That's it. You, with me, now," I instruct.
"Where are we going?" Scorpius asks as I'm yanking him up from his chair and dragging him unceremoniously across the room. We're out of the door in seconds. I don't care about his appearances at This moment. People stare as we haul our way to the rec, past the canteen, and the Magical Maintenance office. I push the doors open with a bang, Scorpius protesting wildly. "Rose, what's - oh no!"
I step back from him, wand raised.
"Alright. We're going to duel for it," I say, only slightly out of breath. "If you can hit me, you can stay."
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