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Chapter 2 : Poopcorn
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Rose spent the next seven days after the ball wandering glumly around the school grounds.
Whenever her friends offered to walk with her she waved them off and said she needed some time alone to think. The ball kept replaying itself in her mind. It was meant to be the best night ever, but turned out to be a complete and utter disaster. Rose and Lysander had spoken briefly since but it was awkward and neither knew what to say. She hadn’t talked to Scorpius since that horrific night and didn’t plan on doing so any time soon. She was still angry at him for being such a jerk and was determined that he would be the one to apologize first.
However, even though she would never admit it to anyone, she missed his company terribly. They had been best friends for years and he could make her laugh like no one else could. Rose loved Dom and Lizzie but her life just wasn’t the same without Scorpius in it.
“Chin up, Rose,” said Dom while curling her blonde hair around her wand in front of the mirror. It was Monday morning and the girls were getting ready for the day ahead. “You can’t mope around forever. Get over Malfoy, he’s not worth it. I swear I’m gonna hex that idiot one of these days for causing you so much grief!”
Rose smiled as she remembered the day after the ball. She had explained what had happened and Dom looked furious and threatened to ‘kill that little ferret’. She searched the grounds for hours but couldn’t find him. However, in Charms with the Slytherins, Dom stormed up to Scorpius and punched him all over as hard as she could which, unfortunately, had very little affect on the muscular Quidditch player. He looked down at her, shaking a little, as she yelled profanities at him in French. Rose couldn’t blame him for being scared; Dom could be very intimidating when she wanted to be. She pulled out her wand, eyes twitching, and pointed it at his throat just as Professor Flitwick toddled in and broke them up before any real damage could be done. Dom thought the detention was worth it because it had cheered Rose up a little.
As they walked to the Great Hall for breakfast, Rose sneaked a glance over to the Slytherin table and instantly regretted it; Scorpius was looking right at her with Poppy practically sitting on his lap. She thought his grey eyes looked almost pleading as his gaze bore into hers. She noticed Al sitting beside him and smiled before looking away and taking a place next to one of her best friends, Lizzie Martin, at the Gryffindor table.
“Morning, Rosie!” she chirped happily as she poured syrup over her pancakes. “How are you on this fine spring morning?”
Rose raised her eyebrows at Lizzie. “I’m just dandy. What’s got you so happy?”
“Can’t a girl be happy without a particular reason?” replied Lizzie. Rose shrugged and reached for her pumpkin juice, but before she could drink it, Lizzie added, “I finally got the strength to tell Eugene to leave me alone. Seriously, Rose, he sat next to me in Herbology the other day and he doesn’t even take it! Anyway, I told him that if he didn’t stop bothering me, I’d steal his entire Chocolate Frog Card collection and I haven’t seen him since. Great, huh? I don’t even feel bad like I thought I would.”
Lizzie beamed and looked like a weight had been lifted off of her shoulders. Rose smiled at her friend but, the truth was, she wasn’t really paying attention. She was staring at the blonde boy across the hall who looked bored while Poppy babbled on and on, probably about the latest hair styles as seen in Witch Weekly or something, and wondered what would have happened if only Scorpius had asked her to the ball.
Twenty minutes later, Lizzie went to her Care of Magical Creatures class as Rose and Dom headed to Muggle Studies. This was one of her favourite lessons as Muggles fascinated her, although the Professor was completely barmy.
“You don’t mind if I sit by Ethan today, do you? I promised him I would,” said Dom as they walked into the classroom. Ethan Hill was Dom’s latest boyfriend, who happened to play Keeper on the Ravenclaw Quidditch team. She refused to date anyone who wasn’t involved in the sport in some way or another, which was why she had ended it with Lorcan Scamander a few days earlier. He had been the Quidditch commentator for a while until he recently decided that with studying for the N.E.W.T.s and everything, he just didn’t have the time. The poor boy didn’t know what he had coming.
Rose grudgingly agreed and sat at an empty double desk at the back of the room. The room was nearly full. A lot of people opted to take Muggle Studies these days since most of the prejudice against Muggles died along with He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, although most of the students were only there because they thought it was a doss lesson with minimal work required.
The Muggle Studies teacher, Professor Wright, swept into the room wearing bright orange robes and a Muggle Coca-Cola cap. The students were not too shocked by this as last lesson he was wearing a sombrero. As he called the register a few minutes into the lesson, a Ravenclaw boy Rose recognised as Fabian Foster entered the classroom looking a little flustered. He was renowned for being one of the smartest and best looking in his year. He pushed his chestnut hair out of his brown eyes as he apologized profusely to the Professor who said, “Don’t let it happen again, little boy,” with a wink and told him to take a seat.
Fabian had a quick look around the classroom and realised there was a free seat beside Rose.
“Can I sit here?” he whispered, placing his bag on the desk.
“Sure,” she nodded, and he smiled at her. Rose thought his politeness was cute. She turned her head to look at Dom who winked and mouthed, “You can thank me later.” Rose grinned and turned back to the front.
“Today we will be looking at Muggle-made machines. On your desks, you will see a contraption which allows Muggles to make a food which they call ‘popcorn’,” said Professor Wright. He swished his wand and suddenly a little machine appeared in front of everyone and he passed a few bags of popcorn around the class for them to try. “Popcorn is a delicious snack generally consumed while watching movies, which we studied last term if you remember.”
Rose couldn’t imagine how Muggles got on without magic. She looked at Fabian who seemed mesmerized by the strange little machine.
“Now I would like you all to make your own popcorn using this popcorn maker,” said the Professor. “The method on the board will help.”
Rose followed the instructions and started making popcorn. When it started making popping noises she squealed in fright.
“M- my p- poopcorn! It’s exploding!” she shrieked.
Fabian laughed. “It says on the board that it’s supposed to do that. By the way, it’s called popcorn, not poopcorn.” He laughed harder.
Rose turned crimson. “What kind of food explodes?! That is just plain ridiculous.”
After a few minutes of letting the students play around with it, Professor Wright said, “Please read page 197 and answer questions one to four.”
Bertie McGee, a Gryffindor boy, raised his hand and asked, “Professor, could we work in pairs?” Professor Wright looked at Bertie and saw that he was sitting next to a pretty brunette. With an audacious smile and wiggling eyebrows, he said, “You may work with a partner.”
Fabian and Rose glanced at each other and he smiled at her again. Her stomach did a weird flip and she tried to compose her face into a sophisticated and charming smile. She saw Dom give her the thumbs up out of the corner of her eye.
Rose rummaged through her bag for her textbook but realised she had left it in her dormitory. She slapped herself- mentally, of course- before turning to Fabian.
“Can I share your book?” she whispered.
He nodded and placed the book between them. Rose scooted her chair a little closer to his to have a better view of the book and tried to control her face from heating up. She tried to read the text but found she couldn’t concentrate. His smell of cologne was very distracting.
Did she like Fabian? He sure was making her insides feel funny just by sitting there, resting his face in his hand while reading a book. She had to fight the urge to reach out and stroke back the fringe that had fallen into his eyes.
But what about Scorpius? Rose wasn’t sure how she felt about him anymore. He had really ruined her night at the ball. Why did he have to act so immature? He seemed to really dislike Lysander, and Rose wasn’t sure if that was because he didn’t like him personally or whether it was because he was her date. But she had given Scorpius so many chances to ask her to go together, and he ran off at every given opportunity.
Gah, she thought, boys are so confusing.
“Rose? Rose, are you there?” asked Fabian, waving his hands in front of her face. “I said, what do you think about question one?”
“Oh, err, sorry,” she blushed. “I-I don’t know, I haven’t been concentrating. Wait, how do you know my name?”
Fabian looked at her, surprised. “You’re Rose Weasley, daughter of two thirds of the Golden Trio,” he laughed. “Everyone knows your name.”
Rose turned an attractive shade of red so that her face matched her hair.
“Oh, well, I wouldn’t say everyone,” she mumbled, covering her face with her hair.
Fabian laughed again. Rose noticed he had a nice gentle laugh.
“It must be annoying, having everyone know who you are because of your parents and not yourself,” he said after a short pause in which Rose tried to discreetly fan herself and get her face to return to its normal colour.
“Yeah, but you get used to it after a while,” she replied. “I have a little brother and plenty of cousins to go through it all with, and that helps a lot.”
Fabian nodded thoughtfully. “I guess that’s why you’re so close with the rest of the Weasleys and Potters?”
Rose smiled. “Yeah, our parents were all friends with each other when they were younger. My dad’s best friends with the Potter’s dad- that’s why we spend so much time with them over the holidays.”
“So, are you close with Scorpius Malfoy too, then?” Fabian asked, peering at her curiously. Rose had completely forgotten all about Scorpius and what he had done to her a week ago while talking to Fabian. All of those memories came flooding back.
She looked away and was grateful for the teacher for interrupting, “Alright, class. For homework, I would like two sides of parchment on the use of Popcorn machines in for Wednesday. Thank you, you may leave when you are ready.” He then abruptly dashed out of the room, leaving behind a pack of stick-on moustaches on his desk.
As they packed their bags Rose said, “He’s a bit weird, that Professor Wright, isn’t he?”
“Just a bit,” Fabian agreed, swinging his bag over his shoulder.
“I suppose you have to be a bit loony to be a Muggle Studies teacher in the first place.”
Fabian gasped. “Hey, I’ve always wanted to be a Muggles Studies Professor!”
Rose, horrified, went pink. “Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean-”
“Don’t worry about it, Rose, I was only kidding,” Fabian chuckled. Rose cleared her throat and nervously joined in the laughter.
“You coming, Fabe?” called one of his Ravenclaw friends by the door.
“Nah, I’ll catch you later, Roy,” Fabian replied, hanging back with Rose. His friend shrugged and sauntered down the corridor.
“Why were you late to class, anyway?” asked Rose as they left the classroom together.
“Well, you see… that’s a very good question… there’s a good reason for it, you know…”
Rose raised her eyebrows and smiled up at him.
Fabian sighed. “I overslept.”
Rose laughed. “How come?”
“Well, I was up late last night doing-”
Rose never got to find out what Fabian was doing last night, because as they turned a corner they crashed straight into a gang of Slytherins. Rose’s least favourite group of Slytherins, to be precise. Her smile slowly slipped off her face.
At the front of the group stood Poppy Parkinson with her perfect little nose stuck high in the air next to Abigail Millington, a simple blonde girl who cared about nothing but boys and makeup, and on her other side stood Elie Martin, Lizzie’s twin sister. Although the girls were identical, their personalities were nothing alike. While Lizzie was interested in animals and nature, Elie enjoyed partying and making people feel bad about themselves. Rose couldn’t believe two people so completely different could be born into the same family.
“Watch where you’re going, Weasley, don’t want to bash that ugly face of yours and make it even more hideous, do you?” sneered Poppy. Abigail and Elie burst into high-pitched giggles that made Rose’s ears ache.
“Go to hell, Parkinson,” said Rose. She was in a fairly good mood- the best she had felt all week, in fact- and she was not about to let Parkinson ruin that.
“Why don’t you, Weasley?” Poppy snarled.
Rose rolled her eyes and tried to walk past them but the army of Slytherins created a barrier and wouldn’t let her pass.
“So, got yourself yet another boyfriend, have you?” spat Elie. “You sure do move on fast.”
“Yes, everyone saw how you were all over Scamander at the ball,” added Abigail while batting her eyelashes pathetically at Fabian.
“I was not!” cried Rose, glancing up at Fabian nervously. “Lysander and I are just friends, anyway!”
“That’s not what we saw,” giggled Abigail nastily.
“Oh, shut up,” said Rose, balling her hands up into fists. “You know what, the world would be such a happier place without you stupid Slytherins. I wish you all would just get a goddamn life and stop harassing people out of pure jealousy.”
“What did you say, Weasley?” said a tall boy from behind Poppy- he was flanked on either side by more boys and Rose noticed Scorpius and Al for the first time.
Why the hell are they friends with these horrible people? she thought.
“I said, what did you say?” he repeated louder, stepping forwards towards her and glaring down at her with a menacing look.
Rose gulped and felt extremely intimidated, however much she tried not to be. She subconsciously leaned towards Fabian until their hands touched, and she was about to jerk it away when he grabbed her hand in his and held it tight. His hand was strong yet soft. She suddenly felt much more secure as little elves did the conga in her stomach and her heart went wild. She tried not to faint as she stared at the Slytherin boy. She knew it was neither the time nor the place, but Rose could not believe she was holding hands with Fabian Foster, in the middle of the corridor- in broad daylight! She couldn’t wait to tell Dom.
“Don’t ignore me, Weasley. WHAT DID YOU SAY?” the Slytherin boy practically roared in her face. Rose gasped. She wanted to hex him and run away at the same time, which left her glued to the floor, frozen.
“Back off!” shouted Al, Scorpius and Fabian at the same time, stepping forwards. Fabian stood in front of Rose protectively, while Scorpius looked at their interlocked hands with narrowed eyes. She suddenly felt guilty for reasons she could not fathom, having Scorpius look at her like that.
“Who’s this, Rose?” he growled, nodding his head towards Fabian. Rose didn’t think she had ever heard Scorpius use that tone before, except maybe at the ball.
Rose refused to look him in the eye but replied, “My friend, Fabian. Not that it’s any of your business, Malfoy.”
Scorpius looked at Fabian as if he was a bit of Hippogriff dung stuck to the bottom of his shoe. Rose looked at Fabian and saw that he was standing his ground and glaring at Scorpius right in the face, albeit his hands were shaking a little.
“Scorpius,” Rose whispered. He finally looked at her and she begged him with her eyes to stop. His expression softened and he sighed deeply.
“Let’s go,” he said quietly. With one last look at Rose, Scorpius retreated down the corridor. The rest of the Slytherins soon followed after giving Rose filthy glares, apart from Al. He hugged her and whispered, “Sorry,” in her ear before catching up with his best friend.
Rose took a few deep steadying breaths to calm herself. If she hated Slytherins before, that was nothing compared to how she felt now. Who were they to pick fights with her? They must really have boring lives if they had nothing better to do.
“Are you okay?” asked Fabian, his eyes full of concern and anger.
Rose nodded. “I’m fine, just a bit… shaken.” She was surprised to see that they were still holding hands. He followed her line of vision.
“Oh… sorry,” he said, letting go of her hand. They both blushed.
“Well, we’d better get to class. We’re late enough as it is,” he said, starting to walk away. Even after what had just happened, Rose couldn’t help but smile as she followed him.
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