Having to experience the trauma of Ivy and her suitcase that had the same features as the TARDIS, it could hold an extraordinary amount of clothing; it was a relief to get out of the dorm. I got the bed closest to the door, so all last night I had to put up with sixth years squeaking and giggling about boys they went out with in the Bahamas. I learnt a lot fro those conversations. Too much, I found.
After waking up to what looked like a miserable day, with the sky a grey colour that looked as if it was coloured in with a HB pencil, by a four year old, I went down to breakfast to join the "Early Bird Club", which consisted of Molly, Lucy and Louis. They are the more obedient side of the Weasley clan. Well, they would have to be, seeing as Molly and Lucy have Percy as a father! I would feel sorry for them, if they weren't a pair of stuck up... But I'm not one to judge.
It looked like Molly was giving everyone another "riveting" lecture on how her dad has made the school a better place with his new law on the thickness of cauldrons. Louis looked most interested, with his face nearly floating in his cereal.
Before I could reach the table, I saw Sam Reeve. Sam was a seventh year, who is captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team. We're very good friends ever since I joined the team. He was the type of boy who was a great laugh, but if there was an important game coming up, it was best if you just leave him alone, incase he started shouting at you for not trimming your broom. I know, I've been there. At the moment, he looked as if he just swallowed a Fainting Fruit Pastel. His face was white, and he seemed to be shivering.
"Hi Sam," I bounded over and plonked myself next to him. "Good holiday?"
He looked at me with his black rimmed eyes, almost like a Basset Hounds'. "Not so good Rox."
"Why?" I was irregular for him to say that, he would usually lose himself in an indepth conversation on the best saves in the season for the Bolton Bees.
"Well, I accidently hit a bludger into my dad's living room and it destroyed everything in its path, so my dad confiscated my broom and bat for the rest of the summer. I feel like a broken man, Rox. A broken man..."
"Oh, that sounds... awful, truly awful." I couldn't help cracking a smile. He just seemed so pathetic, it was laughable. I tried to steer the conversation towards something more up-beat, to cheer up the "broken man". "So. When is the Quidditch trails?"
Without warning, he burst into tears.
Ok, now I'm worried.
"Hey Rox. Another broken hearted boy put aside by Roxanova?" James was bounding over with a cocky smile planted on his face. Right now, I would like to punch it. "Hey, wasn't that Sam Reeve? You gold digger, Roxanne! Isn't he, what, seventeen?"
"You are such an arse, you know that?" I punched him in the arm, for good measure.
"Ok! Fine! I won't tell anyone about you and Sammy, but please, refrain from snogging in the corridors. I don't think my stomach could take it."
Again. I punched him. I think he took the hint, so we walked over to the Gryffindor table. Everyone looked very happy to see us, or they were happy to see someone to talk to, other than Miss Molly and her cauldron-measuring father.
"Hi James!" Louis was a member of the James Potter fan club, even though he is part of the family, so he has the privilege to see James as the arse he is.
"Yeah, whatever..." James was drifting out of the conversation due to the fact that a bunch of sixth year Ravenclaws were walking past. My cousin was an absolute sicko!
"James, seeing as you are busy with oggoling those girls, I will be leaving you to it." He didn't seem to hear me, so I just said by goodbye's and hit him over the head before I left.
"Oh, you are going to pay for that, Weasley!"
As I was about to make my big, dramatic exit, I spotted Rose sitting next to that Malfoy kid. I guess James' words didn't sink in yesterday, but I guess we haven't met the boy yet.
Why not embarrass Rose and show Malfoy what a... quirky family she has, I thought. Show time...
I skipped over to their table, with a huge grin on my face.
"Good tidings to you Rose!" She looked red already.
"Hi Rox." She was shifting awkwardly away from me.
"How was your sleep?"
"It was ok, I guess... like normal sleep?"
"Good to hear!"
I started to walk away, but turned around, just having remembered Malfoy. " Sorry, forgot," I leaned over and smiled at the kid, "I'm Roxanne Weasley, what do they call you?" I extended a hand towards him, but he just stared at it, so i retracted it slowly, as if backing away from a wild creature.
"Malfoy, Scorpius Malfoy."
At this, I might have accidently let out a snort. He looked horrified. Think of a nice comment!
"Scorpius... what an ummm, unusual name." What do I say to that! I have to tell James about this, before I explode with laughter! Rose, on the other hand, looked at me as if I have just given her a bat bogey hex.
"Well, my parents are well respected wizards, who pride themselves with the art of unique names, unlike yours, such a common name!"
Yeah, practically all girls are called Roxanne Onyx Weasley. NOT!
I hate this guy already!
"Well, I like your name, Scorpius, it's cool. Have you finished you toast?" He gave a small nod, "Well, we better be off, bye Rox..." She did her famous hair flick and linked her arms with Malfoy. He gave me glare and walked off with my cousin.
Need. To. Tell. James!
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