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Chapter 2: chapter.two - Protector.
chapter two, everyone!
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“You’re doing what?!”
“Shut up, Scorpius.” I hissed, smacking the back of his head and sending a quick, innocent smile over to Madame Pince. She glared at me suspiciously.
“But you can’t even fly, Ree!” He went on, pulling out a book from a shelf and adding it to the ever-growing pile on the floor.
“Gee, thanks for the reminder. I’d completely forgotten that I have no fucking idea how to operate a broomstick.” I said sarcastically, picking my own book out and chucking it to the stack.
“Why in the name of Merlin would you be trying out for Seeker?” He asked. “Ree, you’re going to kill yourself.”
I glared at him. “Al asked me to try out, so I am.”
“You would jump off the Astronomy Tower if Al asked you nicely enough.” Scorpius said disbelievingly. “It doesn’t mean you actually have to do it.”
“I want to.” I said earnestly, looking up at him. “I really want to try out for it, Scor.”
“You just want Al Potter to notice you.” He shot back, eyes narrowing.
“So?” I asked defensively. “Is there something wrong with that?”
“Oh, I dunno, just maybe the fact that he doesn’t even know your name.”
“Well, he’ll know it once I try out.” I shrugged. “Plus, it’s not as if I’ll actually make the team. I just want him to know that I exist.”
“And then what, huh, Ariadne?” Scorpius asked, turning away from his book-search to look at me, arms folded across his chest as he leaned against the bookshelf. “He’ll know your name, and then suddenly and miraculously fall in love with you?”
I blushed. “Of course not. That doesn’t happen in real life.”
“Bloody well it doesn’t.” He said. “You’re being ridiculous, Ree. There’s no point in trying out.”
“Well, I’m still doing it.” I stated stubbornly, crossing my own arms across my chest as I imitated his posture. “Maybe something good will come out of it.”
“It’s better than doing nothing.” I said decisively, turning back to the bookshelf and looking for more books about werewolves for our defense paper.
“What’s so special about him, anyway?” Scorpius asked, still surveying me.
“I don’t know.” I finally said, looking down at my feet for a moment before taking a deep breath and looking up at Scorpius’ face. “There’s just something about him that I really like. I can’t seem to get him out of my head, Scorpius. It’s driving me nuts.”
He groaned at my cheesiness. “You’re such a lovesick freak.”
“It’s called hopeless romantic, you tosser.” I stuck my tongue out at him.
I smacked him.
“Fuck – ow! Bloody violent chit.” He muttered angrily, rubbing his forearm.
I smiled sweetly at him. “Don’t I know it.”
“I can’t believe I actually share genes with you.” He glared.
“I try not to think about it too much.” I shot back.
He laughed, pulling on a lock of my brown hair playfully. “Okay, you win with that one.”
I grinned. “I always win, Scorpy.”
“Only when I let you win.” He smirked. I raised an eyebrow at him.
“Fine, let’s see who can finish this essay first.”
“You’re on, crazy woman.” He poked me once in the stomach before grabbing his pile of books and walking to a table.
“Bring it, fucktard.” I laughed, taking my own pile and following him.
I love Scorpius.
Don’t tell him that.
“You have to lean back to go slower, Ree.” Scorpius shouted from behind me, and eyes still closed against the whipping wind, I carefully leaned back. The broomstick slowed considerably.
I’d managed to get into the air after just eight mud-baths, a feat that I found to be incredible. Scorpius and Rose were not as amazed. Just because they were born with natural-freaking-talent. Arses.
“Okay, let’s see you do that dive again.” Rose called over to me.
“It wasn’t a fucking dive!” I screeched back, my broomstick wobbling dangerously. “I fell!”
“Fine, then, fall again!”
“ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?!”
Merlin, sometimes I truly wonder if Rose even wants me to be alive.
“You’ve got to relax, Chase.” A calm voice said from behind me.
I jumped and whirled around in an attempt to find out if the person who said that was who I thought it might – holy Merlin, why do you hate me so much? Really? Albus Potter? This is now the second time he’s seen my pathetic excuse for flying – oh, and let’s not forget to mention the lovely mud that’s currently covering me from head to foot.
I’m such a bloke magnet. Rawr.
“What are you doing here?” I squawked.
“I was just out for a fly, but then I saw you practicing –”
I groaned and swore loudly as Scorpius came up next to me, the wind whipping his blonde hair around as he gazed steadily at Al.
Al straightened on his broomstick, eyes narrowed slightly. “Malfoy.”
“Chase. Weasley.” I inserted brightly. “Yes, we all know each other’s names; now let’s get a move on, yeah?”
I was ignored. Thanks, guys.
“What are you doing out here?” Scorp continued, eyes narrowing to match Al’s.
I sighed loudly. “He’s out for a fly, Scorp. Come on, let’s go.”
They ignored me again. Surprise, surprise.
“I should be asking you the same thing, Malfoy. You’re flying with two members of the Gryffindor Quidditch team.”
“I’m not even on the Quidditch Team. Neither is Rose.” I said impatiently. “He was just helping me out.”
This time, Al’s eyes finally flickered to my face. “Why?” He asked sharply. “He’s a Slytherin.”
“So?” I asked, eyebrows furrowing. “That doesn’t mean he can’t talk to Gryffindors.”
“We don’t mingle on the Quidditch pitch.” Al continued, eyes starting to narrow slightly as he gazed at me.
“Yeah, well, we’re mingling anyway.” I shot back. I need to learn how to shut up. Too bad it wasn’t ever something that anyone instilled in me. “Come on, Scor, teach me how to bloody dive.”
“If you want to be on the Quidditch team you can’t talk to him.” Al stated.
I spluttered indignantly. “Excuse me? I can talk to him as much as I bloody want! Besides, Rose talks to him.”
“I don’t care if you’re friends off the Quidditch pitch. But when you come to play, you’re his rival.” Al said.
“Fine, we’ll be rivals.” I said resignedly. “Oi, rival, teach me how to dive.”
But Scorpius flew up to Al, eyes narrowed and hard. “You stay away from her.” He snarled.
I groaned and threw my head back. Sodding overprotective fool.
“Gladly.” Al shot back, his green eyes shooting sparks. Then he looked at me, disappointment etched on his face. “I didn’t know you had it in you, Chase. Dating a bloody Malfoy; you know he’s Gryffindor’s biggest rival.”
I gaped at him as he flew down, too shocked to even form a coherent sentence.
He thinks – holy mother of Merlin, he thinks I’m dating Scorpius.
Insert: Hysterical laughter.
Seriously? Oh my god, I would never – wait. He thinks I’m dating Scorpius.
Great. Just great. Now not only does Al think that I’m dating my bloody cousin (gag me. Right now), he also believes that I’m some sort of traitor to Gryffindors everywhere for hanging out with the “enemy”.
Not to mention that he’d gladly stay away from me.
Fuck my life.
One more day. God, I can barely wait! This is so nerve-wracking. What if I mess up? What if I can’t even get off the ground? What if I forget to wear clothes? What if he calls me Reagan again?!
I shouldn’t even have an ounce of doubt about it. All of those things are inevitably going to happen, because, well, face it: I’ve got just about the worst luck in the world. You can’t even begin to argue with me – if there’s a one-in-a-million chance of something happening, I will be that one.
My life is just one large, sick joke.
Let’s review the last sixteen or so years, shall we?
1) I was born in the middle of a blizzard. Right after I came out, all the lights in the hospital went out and about fifty other patients on life support died. In short, I was born a murderer. Karma points: -2000.
2) At the age of three, I drowned my mother’s cat. Granted, it was an accident since I only wanted to teach old Tibbles how to swim, but my mother was understandably upset. Karma points: -500.
3) When I was six, I had my first crush on Scorpius’ next-door neighbor. He found out, and instead of announcing his everlasting and undying love for me, he punched me in the nose and then ran away crying (note: I didn’t cry. He did). He will not make eye-contact with me to this day. Karma points: I’ll give myself only +100, just to make up for all the accidents I caused between.
4) When I was ten, I set fire to my older sister’s head. It was with magic, so I didn’t mean to do it…but the fact that she was calling me a freak with not-as-blonde-and-pretty hair as her might have had something to do with it. Karma points: -1100.
5) At eleven, I got my letter to Hogwarts, upon which my family decided that I really was a freak and promptly kicked me out of the house. Karma points: +8000 (for not punching their faces in). I went to live with my Auntie Astoria, Uncle Draco and Scorpius, who my parents were no longer in contact with because my mother’s “delusional” sister Auntie Astoria married (and I quote) “some sort of abnormal creature.” My mother has such a lovely way with words, don’t you agree?
6) Various injuries/fires/disasters I caused during my past seven years at Hogwarts (mediated by the rare occasions that I actually did something nice) give me a total Karma score of about -579800
Oh, I am definitely going to hell.
“Ariadne, will you stop bloody shaking your leg?” Rose snapped for the umpteenth time as I bounced my leg energetically up and down.
“I’m nervous.” I stated, still jiggling my leg like crazy.
“Well, be nervous somewhere else; I’m trying to concentrate.” Rose added a sharp jab to my leg at the end of the sentence, and I shot up with a yelp.
“Jesus, woman!” I cried. “No need to get violent with me! I’m going, okay?”
With an irritate huff and a toss of my hair, I turned around to storm out of the common room.
I turned around, hitching a (hopefully) alluring yet still friendly smile onto my face as Albus Potter came up to me.
“Hi.” I smiled at him, deciding at the last minute to keep my mouth closed just in case I had something stuck in my teeth. With my luck, it would probably be a large, leafy piece of lettuce. I ended up looking slightly sick instead of alluring and friendly as I’d hoped.
How about we just screw this whole ‘smiling’ business?
“Look, I just wanted to apologize for before. That was way out of line.” He said solemnly.
“Oh, no really, it’s fine. I actually just wanted to –” I started hastily.
“No, don’t. It’s really my fault for acting like a prick. I mean, I shouldn’t have any say in who you date. That’s not my business.” He cut across.
“Thanks, but I was actually going to –”
“In fact, I’m glad you’re dating Malfoy!” He said earnestly. “Really!”
“See, that’s the thing –”
“I just wanted to let you know that your dating the enemy isn’t going to affect my choice at try-outs whatsoever.” He continued.
“But I’m –”
“So, I’ll see you at try-outs tomorrow?” He continued.
“Definitely, but I just wanted to clarify –”
“I won’t try and break you two up, I promise.” He said, putting his hands up. “Quidditch and personal lives should be two different things.”
“But we’re –” I started protesting.
“Sorry, Reagan, I’ve got to go, but good luck at try-outs tomorrow.” He smiled at me, and my stomach flipped over. “Oh, and good luck with Malfoy, too, I guess.”
“Wait, no, I’m not –” I said desperately, but he had already turned away to one of his friends. I groaned and threw my head back.
CURRENT STATUS: Not only does Albus Potter still believe that my name is bloody-freaking-Reagan, he now also thinks that I am officially dating my cousin brother.
I think now would be a sufficient time for Zeus to save me from the misery-fest that I call life and zap me off the face of the earth.
…(ppst, Zeus, this is your cue to go BAM! and blast me away.)
Screw you, Zeus.
“You’re kidding.” Scorpius said disbelievingly when I went to explain the situation to him later that night.
“I wish I was.” I sighed. “But Al Potter honestly thinks that we’re dating.”
“But we’re related!”
“No shit, Sherlock!” I shot back. “He doesn’t know that.”
“Then why didn’t you tell him?” Scorpius demanded.
“Oh, well, I just loved the mere idea of dating you so much that I didn’t even want to correct him.” I said sarcastically. “You think I didn’t try? He kept bloody cutting me off!”
“I still can’t believe he thinks I would date you!” Scorpius continued in an appalled voice.
“Oi.” I said in a warning tone.
“I mean, I’m clearly way out of your league!”
“Oi!” I cried indignantly, hitting him across the back of his head. “You are not out of my league!”
“I am, too!” He argued. “Do you know how many girls are dying just for one date with me?!”
“Please.” I snorted. “No one wants to date you.”
This was a blatant lie, but I wasn’t telling that to him.
He gaped at me. “As the Captain of the Slytherin Quidditch Team, the Keeper of that same team, and the most attractive blonde male of the Hogwarts population, I think it’s safe to say that I am extremely desired, Ariadne.”
I slapped him again. “You’re so bloody conceited!”
“It’s just the truth!”
“No, it’s not! I’m just waiting for there to be one girl out there who makes you deflate your – aha.” I said, a devious smirk unfolding over my face.
“What?” Scorpius asked. “Ariadne, what are you –”
“Rose.” I stated, smirking up at him.
“Rose what?” He asked blankly, an underlying tone of wariness in his voice.
I smirked wider. “Rose doesn’t find you attractive.”
“Yeah, well, Rose doesn’t find anyone attractive, Ree. She’s sort of a nerd.”
“Stop hitting me!”
“She is not a nerd!” I protested, slapping him again.
“Yes, she is!” He countered, dodging another blow.
“Okay, fine, just a little.” I sighed. “But still, you don’t seem to have the same effect on her as you do to the rest of the female population.”
“She’s probably a les –”
“Finish that sentence and I will hex you.”
He glowered at me. “Well, what does it matter, anyway?”
I shrugged. “Nothing other than the fact that there’s finally a girl out there who’s unattainable.”
He snorted. “Please. Rose Weasley isn’t out of my league.”
I raised an eyebrow. “She definitely is. She goes for those tall, mysterious, clever blokes. You only have one of those traits.”
“Clever?” He asked hopefully.
“No, tall, you imbecile.” I smacked him again.
“Well, it doesn’t matter because I don’t want to date Rose Weasley anyway. She’s not my type.” He shrugged.
I smacked a hand to my forehead. “Oh, right! I forgot! You only go for boob-butt-blonde-brainless.” I said in a scathing tone that was dripping with disdain for his choices.
“Yep.” He said proudly.
I hit him again. “You’re such a bloke. I bet you couldn’t even get Rose to go out with you.”
“I bet I could.” He countered, raising an eyebrow.
“She’d say no.”
“She’s say yes.”
“Fine, then. Prove it.”
“Okay. Just watch: by the end of this year, Rose Weasley will fall in love with me.” Scorpius declared, smirking.
“I doubt it.” I said casually.
“Is that a challenge, Ariadne Megara Chase?”
I narrowed my eyes at him. “It’s just the truth, Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy.”
Ha. I win. He officially has the wonkier name. Not the wonkiest, of course. Albus Severus Potter wins that award. I wonder what his parents were high on when they named him. It must have been something really strong.
I have made it my new mission in life to find out what drug Al Potter’s parents using when they named him.
It will be an epic discovery, I just know it.
“Fine then. I accept your challenge.” Scorpius said.
“You’re never going to be able to get her to fall for you.” I shook my head. “Rose is above that.”
“She’ll fall for me.” He vowed.
“No.” I shook my head again, taking a step back. “Scorpius, I’m not turning this into a game. This is my best friend we’re talking about here. Despite what you may think, I really do care about her feelings.”
He shrugged. “I just want to prove that she’s not out of my league.”
“Fine.” I said. “Sure, whatever. She’s in your league. You’re not doing this, though. There’s no way you’re doing this.”
Scorpius smirked. “What’s that again?” He asked, cupping a hand to his ear. “Is my darling Ree admitting defeat?”
I gritted my teeth. “Yes, okay, Scorp? Yes. You’re not doing this. I’m not letting you.”
He shrugged and leaned back against the wall, flipping his hair out of his eyes. “She is hot, though. In that sexy librarian sort of way.” He said nonchalantly, crossing his arms.
“Stay away from her.” I warned. “I mean it, Scorpius. You’re not going to do that to her, understood?”
“Smart, too.” He continued to muse, a shadow of a smirk flickering across his face. “Like, really smart. And she must be at least a 34C. Plus, she’s got a fit bum. I’ve heard loads of blokes talking about wanting to get to that tight little –”
“Touch her and I will personally pull out each and every one of your precious golden locks.” I snarled, poking my finger in Scorpius’ chest. “I swear I will.”
“Sensitive, are we?” He smirked.
“Scorpius, this isn’t funny anymore. I’m serious. You stay away from her.”
He stood up, looking amused. “Merlin, Ree, I was joking.”
“Yeah, well, it wasn’t very funny.” I muttered scathingly, glaring at him and crossing my arms across my chest. “I don’t know what kind of sick, twisted sense of humor you have, but I don’t find it amusing whatsoever.”
“Calm down, Ree.” He pulled me in for a hug, but I stayed stiff. “I really didn’t mean it.”
“Promise?” I asked.
“Sure.” He said.
“Scorpius, I’m serious. She’s my best friend –”
He sighed. “I understand, and I’m sorry.”
I unfolded myself and let him hug me properly.
“Blokes really don’t say that about Rose, do they?” I asked finally.
He shrugged. “Sometimes, yeah.”
“She doesn’t realize just how pretty she is.” I murmured, shaking my head. With her deep mahogany hair, porcelain skin and vivacious eyes, Rose was probably one of the most beautiful girls I had ever seen.
The catch: she had no bloody idea.
“Neither do you, Ree-Ree.” Scorpius pulled on a lock of my hair, and I made a face.
“It’s because I’m not, Scorpius.”
“You’d be surprised at what goes on about you.” He said seriously, pulling away to look at my disbelieving expression.
“If it involves the terms ‘weird’, ‘crazy’ and ‘freak’, I’ve heard it all.” I said.
He raised his eyebrows, looking amused. “Actually, it involves the terms ‘leggy’, ‘nice arse’ and ‘pretty damn attractive’…and ‘weird’.” He added at the end, shrugging in a ‘well-they’re-sort-of-right’ way.
“Don’t lie.” I muttered, attempting to hide the blush that had spread itself over my face.
“Oh, and also something about 32D.” He tacked on at the end, smirking.
I spluttered indignantly at him, face flaming, hands flying towards him to smack him across the head again.
“I’m just telling you what they say!” He cried hastily, putting his arms up to defend himself.
“And you let them?! Some protective bloke you are, you arsehole!” I yelled, hitting him.
“Are you kidding? They don’t talk about you like that when I’m around. I just overhear stuff.” He said, shrugging. “And then I come out and punch their faces in. No one’s allowed to look at my Ree-Ree.”
“So you’re the reason I haven’t had a decent date in weeks!” I said in mock-anger, putting my hands on my hips.
“Guilty.” He shrugged and smiled innocently, and I laughed and hugged him again. There was a short silence, permeated only by the sound of our gentle breathing and the steady thumping of Scorpius’ heart. I had found safety in his arms since I was a little girl, and to this day, the sound of his heart kept me feeling like nothing could touch me.
Fact: Scorpius Malfoy is my protector, and I would most likely die without him.
Tell him and I will try out that new hex Rose taught me on you. It makes your face erupt into not-attractive boils. You really want to risk it?
Yeah, didn’t think so.
“So,” Scorpius started casually. I hummed, cueing him to go on. “Are you really a 32D?”
“SCORPIUS, YOU BLOODY TWAT!” I pulled away and cuffed him across his head again. Merlin, if I keep this up, he won’t have a single brain cell left by the end of next week.
Well, it’s not like he had that many to begin with. I’m not doing that much damage.
(That, right there was a blatant lie. Scorpius is brilliant. No one is telling him, understood?)
“What?” He laughed, dodging my blows. “I was genuinely curious!”
“You don’t ask someone that, idiot!” I yelled again, jabbing him in chest and then smacking his arm. “You’re such a dumbshit!”
“Okay, sorry!” He chuckled, hugging me before I could hit him again. “It was a joke.”
“Yeah, sure it was.” I muttered.
“Well, I wouldn’t have minded if you told me, but – ack! It was definitely a joke!” He yelped when I raised my hand to slap him again.
“You’re a prick.” I informed him, smiling at his look of mock-outrage.
“I may be a prick.” He grinned at me. “But I’m your prick!”
“Unfortunately.” I smirked at him, and he laughed and hugged me again.
“I love you, you know that, Ree-Ree?” He said into my hair.
“Really?” I sniffed. “Aw, Scorpy-poo, I love you too!”
“Marry me, my darling love!” Scorpius pronounced, kneeling down on the floor, his eyes shining with laughter.
I put my hand to my chest and gasped in an over-exaggerated fashion. “Oh my god! Yes! Yes, I will marry you!”
“YES! You are mine forever!” He crowed, picking me up and spinning me around. I giggled and slapped his chest.
“You’re such a freak.” I laughed when he continued to spin me.
“But you love me anyway.” He said.
“Yes I do.” I smiled sweetly at him.
“Um, sorry, am I interrupting something?” Al Potter’s voice came from behind me.
FUCK. MY. LIFE.
Scorpius quickly put me down and turned around to face him. “What are you doing here, Potter?” He asked belligerently, ignoring my arm-jabs of protest.
Al’s eyes narrowed. “Actually, I’m doing rounds. You’re out after curfew, Malfoy.”
He rolled his eyes. “It’s only been ten minutes.”
“Still. I might have to give you detention for –”
“Al?” Rose’s voice came up behind him, and I noticed Scorpius stand up straighter.
“Oh hey, Ree. Malfoy.” Rose nodded at Scorpius, and he smiled charmingly at her.
Merlin, how does he manage to make such an ugly, ordinary last name (I mean, come on: It’s Weasley. Weez-lee. That’s hideous) sound alluring?
I jabbed him swiftly in his ribs, and his smile tightened as he let out an involuntary hiss of pain.
“What’re you guys doing here?” Rose put her hands on her hips and raised her eyebrows at us.
“Oh, you know.” I shrugged innocently, shooting a look at Al Potter to make sure that he was listening. “Just hanging out with my favorite cou –”
“Are there students out of bed?” Filch’s raspy voice came from down the stairs, and my eyes widened as I shook my head frantically at Rose.
“No, Filch.” She called over her shoulder. “Why don’t you check in the dungeons?”
He started muttering to his cat as he walked away, and I wrinkled my nose. Batty old freak.
“Thanks, Rosie.” I whispered gratefully, and she rolled her eyes at me, but still smiled slightly.
“Get back to bed.” She said affectionately. “You’ve got try-outs tomorrow.”
“Oh, and Malfoy?” Al asked, and my heart jumped a bit. Scorpius turned around, eyebrow raised coolly to indicate him to go on.
“Don’t even think about coming to our try-outs tomorrow.” Al said menacingly. “Just because your girlfriend is trying out doesn’t mean you have to come and watch.”
I am going to pretend that he did not refer to me in a deeply disgusted voice.
“Hold on.” I started. “First off, I’m not even –”
“I wouldn’t have come anyway.” Scorpius snarled, cutting me off. My mouth dropped open.
“Oi!” I cried indignantly. “You wouldn’t even have come to watch your own cou –”
“ARE THOSE VOICES?”
“Fuck.” I whispered, just as Scorpius turned to me and muttered, “Now you’ve done it.”
“I fell over!” Rose shouted frantically over her shoulder. “Did you check the dungeons, Mr. Filch?”
“Are you sure?” He demanded in his raspy voice.
Thank Merlin he’s old and can’t climb up these stairs.
“Absolutely.” Rose called back, shooting Al a warning look as he opened his mouth to deny it.
“Actually –” He said in a loud voice, smirking at Rose’s outraged expression. “There are –”
“Please.” I whispered to him, eyes large. “Please, Al.”
He sighed and narrowed his eyes slightly at me. “There are some pretty nasty bats up here. Better head on down, Rosie.” He said in a flat voice.
Oh, thank god.
“Bats?” Filch rasped in a frightened voice. “You handle them, I’ll be going to the, er…library.” I heard the sound of him quickly shuffling away.
Scared of bats, eh? I am so filing that away for future use.
“You owe me one.” Al hissed, glaring at the two of us. I nodded fervently, eyes wide, and Scorpius merely snorted and rolled his eyes.
“Come on, Ree-Ree.” Scorp muttered, putting his arm around my shoulders. “Let’s go. I’ll walk you back to the tower.”
“You don’t have to.” I protested, shaking his arm off.
“I want to.” He insisted.
“Scorpius, dear, I am perfectly capable of walking myself to my dormitories.” I reminded him through gritted teeth. “There is no need to be an overbearing male.”
“Come on, Ree.” Scorpius said, eyes narrowed. “I am walking you to the Gryffindor Tower.”
“What, scared that a suit of armor will come out and jump me in the middle of the night?” I asked sarcastically, finally giving in and letting him steer me out.
“No. I just want to walk you back.” He responded calmly.
You know how I said that Scorpius was actually brilliant? Well, that was a blatant lie. Scorpius is an annoying prat. He really – OH MY GOD.
I just realized something.
Scorpius is officially the worst human being to ever walk this planet – plague is more like it, actually. He just made Al Potter’s suspicions stronger. And I didn’t even realize it.
Can you believe my luck?!
Scorpius is going to die.
I. Am. Going. To. Kill. Him. Slowly. And. Painfully.
Now, thanks to that wonderful little act that my dearest cousin put on, the current status amounts to this:
Al Potter still believes that I am dating my cousin (insert: shudder of disgust). He also still believes that I am a traitorous freak who gallivants off with Slytherins in the middle of the night. Even though I had every opportunity to let him know, he is currently just as unaware of my real name as he was last time I met him. And he actually thinks I’m a Quidditch Player.
(Fuck you) Fates: 12
Ariadne Chase (is a BEAST): 0
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