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Chapter 6 : Late Mornings and Hasty Notes
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I woke up ridiculously late the next morning. When I finally pulled my lazy body out of bed, the entire dorm was deserted. Even the cat had left me. I poked my head out the door to see if I could hear people down in the common room. Silence.
What time is it? I wondered, looking at the small magical clock above my bed. The small golden hands were pointing at nine and six. I froze, panic sweeping my entire body. Nine thirty? Surely it couldn’t be nine thirty, yet when I looked again the time hadn’t changed. That meant that class had started a half hour ago! That wasn’t possible, surely that wasn’t possible.
Okay Rose, calm down. I told myself Just get dressed and go to class.
I ran around the room frantically, grabbing my shoes and robes off the floor. I was about to sprint out of the room when I caught sight of myself in the mirror. I shivered at the sight of my un-brushed hair and unwashed face. The overall effect was ghastly. I grabbed my wand and did some quick spellwork before dashing out the door. It would have to do.
I stampeded through the common room and out the portrait hole. The fat lady tutted at me as I swung the canvas closed.
“Late to class are we? Oh dear, that won’t go well for you.” She called, but I was already halfway down the hallway, my loose hair swinging behind me.
I skidded to a stop in front of the Defense classroom. Alright Rose, deep relax, just explain that you overslept. It will be fine. I took a deep breath and opened the door. I started walking down the aisle head down. I was almost to my seat when Professor Finnegan’s voice filled my ears.
“What are you doing Miss Weasley?”
I whipped my head up, my cheeks were flushing pink.
“Well you see sir, for some reason my alarm didn’t go off this morning and no one came to wake me up and I didn’t know what to do so I went as fast as I could and…” I slowly began to realize that the bewildered faces staring up at me did not belong to Gryffindors or Slytherins at all, but to several very confused Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws. I didn’t have Defense today; I was supposed to be in potions. “Oh!” I murmured, my blush deepening, “erm, never mind. I’ll just be going.” I could feel the stares on my back as I walked back up the aisle and out the door. As soon as I entered the hall, the class behind me erupted into giggles. Great. I would be hearing about this for a while.
When I finally reached the dungeons, my heart felt like it was going to explode. I burst through the door rather less timidly this time and dashed to my seat, praying that I wouldn’t be notice. Unfortunately, I ran into Rufus just as he was scooping out some of his potion, and as a result his partner Hilary Green sprouted furry green boils.
“Miss Weasley!” Professor Kirkland cried, bouncing up to me. “What is the meaning of this display? Oh you poor dear,” she said at the sight of Hilary’s moss covered face. “You must go to the hospital wing immediately. As for you Miss Weasley, ten points from Gryffindor for tardiness, and take another five for rash conduct!” she barked. Out of the corner of my eye I could see Scorpius shaking with silent laughter. I mumbled my apology and sunk into my seat, for once hating all the attention I was getting. Andrew gave me the thumbs up from the back of the room. I rolled my eyes. Albus nudged me playfully.
“Your face is as red as your hair!” he whispered gleefully. I however, was not in the mood for fun and games.
“Not now Al.” I hissed at him, turning away and willing myself to sink into the floor. Albus looked rather hurt, so I scribbled him a little note.
Sorry. Hectic morning. What are we doing today?
He smiled at me and started writing back. As he was writing, another piece of parchment collided with my head. I looked around, but everyone else was looking up at Kirkland, who was lecturing again. Curiously, I unfolded the crumpled note to find unfamiliar handwriting.
Sleep well Weasley?
My eyes immediately shot across the room to Scorpius, who was smirking at me. Why couldn’t he just leave me alone? He motioned for me to write back.
Obviously. I scribbled; I don’t have time for this right now. I sent the note back to him just as Albus slid his under my nose.
Well, I know that you, Olivia and I were going to go down to the lake after dinner today, but Geneva’s actually asked me to take a walk with her and I kind of said yes, so…
I was about to tell him off for changing his plans when the parchment hit my head again. I shot Scorpius a look. Was that really necessary?
Fine then. It read. Don’t forget, seven in the library tonight. You’ll have to cancel the rest of your socialite plans.
I had completely forgotten about our study meeting. I wrote a hasty reply, telling him that I would be there before returning to Al’s note.
Actually, I have to work with Malfoy tonight (kill me now) so I can’t come. Have fun with your little blonde nightmare.
He laughed in a slightly wounded way when he read it.
“You too.” He whispered.
The rest of my classes passed in a blur. I was quite bewildered by the fact that none of my dorm mates had woken me up. Surely they’d seen me. Everyone always waited for me in the morning; surely they would have noticed my absence.
I didn’t have much time to dwell on this fact however. Our teachers bombarded us with work, giving me no time to think of anything but this spell and that potion and this theory. It was madness.
By the time dinner rolled around, I was completely exhausted. I tucked into my bread pudding with more enthusiasm than was healthy for a sixteen year old girl. When I finally looked up I saw my friends staring at me with odd expressions on their faces.
“You all right Rosie?” Albus asked uncertainly. I shrugged.
“Why wouldn’t I be?” I asked as I reached for an apple. Andrew laughed a hint of unkindness in his tone.
“You have something on your shirt.” He pointed to my blouse. I looked down to see a long dribble of pudding running down my front. I sighed and performed a quick cleaning charm.
“So…I heard you slept in this morning.” Amanda chimed in. A bought of chuckles broke across the table. I told myself that they were only having fun, they weren’t making fun. They couldn’t make fun of me. I shot a look around informing people that I was not in the mood. The laughter died down.
“Yes, about that. Why did you all leave without me this morning? Did you not notice that I was gone?” The atmosphere was suddenly heavy with guilt. Albus cleared his throat.
“We were going to wait Rosie, but Olivia told us you weren’t coming.”
Olivia suddenly seemed very interested in her pudding.
“Olivia.” I prompted calmly. “Why didn’t you think I was coming.” She sighed deeply, pushing her food around with her fork.
“You just looked so tired and pale, I thought you were sick.” She said into her plate. There was something about her tone that made me uneasy. I tried to make eye contact with her, but she stubbornly refused to look up.
The tense mood at the table eventually eased up and people started chatting again. Olivia, however, remained silent.
“What’s up with you ‘Liv?” I asked her quietly. “What’s really going on?”
“Nothing!” she snapped coldly. When she looked up at me her gaze was icy. “I hope you have as much fun on your study date tonight as Albus has snogging his girl!” a few of the other girls snickered appreciatively. What was going on?
“Is that what this is about?” I demanded, but she refused to speak to me again.
“Hey,” Albus, who was unaware that he had just been insulted, captured my attention once again. “Meet me in the common room around eight; I want to talk to you about something.” He looked up. “Weren’t you supposed to meet Malfoy at seven?” He motioned to the wall were the giant clock was hanging. It read seven oh five.
“Merlin!” I gasped, gathering my things in a frenzy. Albus laughed.
“What’s the rush Rosie, it’s just Malfoy.” He chuckled.
“Yes,” I said quickly. “But being late would only prove him right, and I won’t give him that satisfaction.”
“But you’re already late!” Albus called after me, but I didn’t care. I was already sprinting out of the hall.
I was ten feet away from the library doors when I was intercepted.
“Whoa, slow down there Weasley.” Puck caught my arm and swung me around so that I faced him. He stared down at me with that creepy look he always had.
“Let go Puck, I’m late.” I tried to pull away from him. I had an overwhelming wave of déjà vu.
“Not until you tell me where you’re going, my little flower.” He breathed. I choked back a laugh.
“Wow, did you stay up all nigh thinking of that one?” I asked sarcastically, still trying to remove my arm from his iron grip. He let go, and I rubbed it gingerly.
“I have an idea.” He smirked. “How about you forget whoever it is you’re meeting and I give you a private tour of the seventh year Gryffindor boy’s dorm.” He slid his hand down my back and I slapped it away.
“Actually,” I stammered, thinking fast, “I’m meeting my boyfriend, study date, so I’m going to have to decline. Bye!” I scampered off before he could protest.
I pulled open the large oak doors and jumped at the sight of Scorpius standing directly within them.
“Here to meet your boyfriend, is that so?” he asked smugly, pride etched on his handsome face. I flushed for the millionth time that day.
“Why you little git, were you spying on me?” I stormed past him, not waiting for a response.
“On the contrary, I heard a rather loud and obnoxious disturbance outside the door and I was about to come tell whoever it was to shut it, but it seems you took care of the problem for me.”
I dumped my things down on one of the tables and tried to cover my complete mortification.
“Look, I don’t have time for this right now, lets just do this project and get it over with, alright?” I put my head in my hands. Could this day get any worse?
“Haven’t you gotten enough sleep for one day?” Scorpius jabbed. I rubbed my eyes and looked back up at him.
“Listen. I have had a horrible day, and quite honestly, you are not doing anything to make it better, so could you just cool it?”
He was staring at me with those gray eyes of his again. My stomach turned a flip flop, and he gave a smirk that almost looked like a genuine smile.
“Sorry, I can’t help it.” He replied, pulling out his notes once again. “Have you looked at this list at all?” I shook my head. “I figured not. Well, I picked out a few that I thought sounded promising.” He pulled out another piece of parchment and showed it to me. I scanned it with bleary eyes.
“Do you think you could just read it?” I mumbled.
“Sure. So, there’s the Thumbscrew Curse…” he began.
“…No way. That sounds disturbing.” I interjected. He rolled his eyes, but continued.
“Alright, then we have the Cobra Neck hex…”
I made a retching noise “What is it with you and body parts?”
“You know what Weasley?” he raised his voice, “If you don’t like my suggestions, why don’t you come up with one of your own?” I was about to retort when Madam Pince swooped over us, hawk eyes piercing our heads.
“Keep your voices down in the library!” she reprimanded. Scorpius made a face behind her back and I had to stifle a laugh.
“She is so incredibly ancient.” He whispered in my ear as she walked away. I shivered, not unpleasantly. “She looks like a corpse.”
“We should alert the ministry.” I whispered back. “I think she might be an inferi!” We both choked back snickers at the thought of Madam Pince stumbling along with an army of the dead.
When our moment of mirth finally died down, I picked up the list and surveyed it once again. One particular spell caught my eye.
“What about this one Malfoy?” I asked. He leaned over my shoulder and looked at the small words I was pointing to. I could smell his cologne. It wasn’t half bad.
“Vincit Omnia Amor” he read. “Love Conquers All, or the curse of obsessive love.” He looked at me with disgusst. “Honestly Weasley, are you a ten year old? A love spell?” he scoffed.
“Oh come on, it will be easy. It’s almost exactly like the imperious curse, and it’s obvious why it went wrong.” I urged. He turned to me, flipping his floppy blonde hair out of his eyes.
“And why would that be?” he asked quietly. I froze up, not expecting that level of seriousness.
“Because most things dealing with love go wrong.”
He considered this for a moment before nodding solemnly.
“Right, well it’s getting late.” He said finally. I bolted upright.
“What time is it?” I asked, panicked.
“Are you serious, eight thirty already?” I started gathering my things, late once again. Scorpius laughed aloud.
“Time flies when you’re having fun, eh?”
I stopped and stared him straight in the eye.
“I wasn’t enjoying myself.” I said assuredly. He laughed again as I began to walk out of the room.
“Yes you were, admit it, you enjoy my company. I ‘intrigue’ you. I make you think.” He kept talking even after I walked out the door and out of his sight.
I flung myself into bed, glad to be finally going to sleep. It turned out that Albus had completely forgotten what he wanted to tell me, go figure, so I decided to try and get some shut eye.
Olivia was already in her bed, asleep. She had been regarding me with that same iciness all evening. It really upset me how she could be so dependant on me one moment and so rude to me the next. That girl is beyond my help I decided, as a crawled under the covers.
My cat friend was back, curled up on my pillow waiting for me. He purred contentedly as I stroked his fur and started drifting off. I told him of all the things I had to do the next day.
“It’s a hectic list cat,” I whispered as I stared into the darkness. “But it’s alright. We have Defense with the Slytherins, with Scorpius, but I don’t care. I’m almost looking forward to it.”
So there you have it. Not exactly full force romance, but it's still in there a little bit :) I had to set up some more plot lines for things that are going to happen later in the story. I took time to sit down and map it out, and it looks like it's going to be fairly long! This is nothing kids, after this chapter, this story is going to be drama filled and action packed! (Oh, and did I mention the looooooooove?)
So keep reading! Don't give up on me!
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