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Rose looked down at the rag she was holding and grunted in disgust. It was dripping with foul-smelling purple gunk which made her eyes sting, like when she was back at the Burrow peeling onions for her nana. She looked up and met the beady eyes of Professor Totternhoe who was marking some work while Rose and Scorpius were scrubbing cauldrons clean. They weren’t allowed to use magic; Totternhoe liked to use a hands-on approach in her detentions.
“Stop dilly-dallying, Weasley, get back to work! I want to see my reflection in these cauldrons once you’re done with them!” she spat.
The cauldrons might shatter into a million pieces if you look at them, Rose thought bitterly as she resumed cleaning the cauldron. It was so frustrating having to clean the Muggle way when a simple Scouring charm would do the job.
Once she’d finished she placed it on the table with all the other finished cauldrons and picked up a new one. It was covered in what looked like rat poop. Rose looked it over once and shuddered.
A few minutes there was a knock on the door.
“Come in,” drawled Professor Totternhoe.
“Ah, Professor, I didn’t realise you were busy,” said an elderly dark-haired witch from the doorway as she peered at the two students.
“Not at all, Septima.”
“Your presence is required in the hospital wing. A student’s face is covered in boils and Madam Pomfrey thinks he might’ve taken a bad potion, but she wants your word to be sure. It won’t take a moment.”
“Of course.” Professor Totternhoe strolled towards the door, but turned to Rose and Scorpius and said in a malevolent tone, “Do not, under any circumstances, leave this room while I’m gone. I don’t care if the Dark Lord appears and kills one of you; I want the other to continue on with your punishment and think about what you did.”
Once she had left the dungeons Rose rolled her eyes and looked over at Scorpius on the other side of the room. He was leaning back on a chair with his arms behind his neck yawning loudly. All the cauldrons in front of him were perfectly polished.
“How did you do that so fast?!” she squealed.
“Do what?” he opened an eye to look at her.
“Clean the cauldrons!”
He rolled his eyes. “I used a little something called magic, Rosie. You should use it sometime.”
She gasped. “But she told us we have to do it by hand!”
“Don’t get your knickers in a twist. Honestly, you need to live a little. It’s not like she’s ever gonna know.” He suddenly raised his eyebrows at her. “Unless you were planning to tell on me.”
“Of course not, I’m not a snitch.”
“Really, Rose? But I think you are, and I just happen to be a Seeker,” he winked.
Rose stared at him with an indifferent expression for a few seconds until she exploded with giggles. She actually snorted a few times after which she ceased laughing immediately and tried to conceal them with a casual cough.
“What?” he said a little shyly.
“Nothing,” she tried to hold back another giggle.
He stared at her and wouldn’t look away.
“What?” she said self-consciously.
“You’ve got purple gunk on your face.”
She blushed and promptly raised the dirty cloth to her face to wipe it off, but she ended up with the stuff all over her cheeks.
“Stop laughing at me!” she protested as he chuckled. He laughed harder. She walked over to him and punched his arm as hard as she could.
“Oi!” he punched her back lightly.
“Didn’t you mother ever tell you not to hurt a girl?” she said as she rubbed her arm. It didn’t really hurt, but hey, it was fun making Scorpius feel bad.
“Yeah, but I’m a rebel. I don’t do what my mommy tells me.”
She sat down on the nearest stool and cradled her arm.
“I didn’t really hurt you, did I?” He looked uncertain.
“I think it might be bruised,” she muttered.
“Rose, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to actually hurt you…”
“Hmm. You could always make it up to me.”
“Give me a massage?”
He sighed. “Sure.”
Scorpius started kneading her shoulders and she closed her eyes and smiled giddily.
“Man, I needed that,” she muttered.
She got up and went back to cleaning the cauldrons.
“I thought your arm hurt?!” he exclaimed.
“I was kidding,” she shrugged.
“You bloody minx!” he pounced on her and tickled her stomach.
Rose shook violently as she gasped for breath. “Please – have – mercy – ”
“Only if you admit Slytherin is the best house!”
“No – way!” she breathed. He narrowed his eyes and knew he had to take this a step further.
“Not the ribs!” she squeaked, but to no avail. “Okay, okay! SLYTHERIN IS THE BESTEST EVER!”
“Stop messing around! Get back to work!” spat Professor Totternhoe as she returned to the dungeon.
Rose grudgingly scrambled back up off the cold floor, but not before catching Scorpius’ smug expression.
“Tosser,” she muttered under her breath.
“I still can’t believe it. Our Muggle Studies class is creating a magazine without magic to see how the Muggles make them and you put yourself forward to be the agony aunt,” said Dom in the Great Hall during lunch. She looked at Rose as if she had sprouted another two heads and walked about calling herself Fluffy. “You can’t even sort out your own problems, let alone other people’s.”
“I think it’s great, Rose. You’re awesome at giving advice,” said Lizzie hastily when she noticed Rose’s hurt expression.
“I didn’t want to be the agony aunt. Professor Wright made me take it since it was the only job left.”
“Well that just sucks, doesn’t it?” Dom rolled her eyes. “You should’ve been paying attention instead of making googly eyes at Fabian, and maybe you would’ve got to do fashion with me.”
“I was not –”
“You were practically snogging in the middle of class –”
“Dom! We were not–”
“Don’t even try denying it, Ro.”
“I hate you.”
“Love you too, cuz.”
“And don’t call me Ro.”
“Sure thing, Ro.”
Rose rolled her eyes. “Okay, so Wright told me to tell people to put their questions in the box in the entrance hall.”
There was a few seconds silence.
“Go on, then.”
“Well nah, the next millennium would be fine!”
Rose gulped and stood up from the bench. “Um, excuse me everyone, if I could have your attention...”
A couple of fourth years sitting nearby turned their heads towards her, but that was all the response she got.
She coughed loudly. “I’ve got an announcement to make.”
After an awkward pause even the fourth years looked away and all the blood rushed to Rose’s cheeks.
“I pity you, Rosie,” sighed Dom. She clambered on to the wooden table, careful to avoid getting mashed potato in her heels, and clattered a glass and a fork together to gather everyone’s attention. All eyes were instantly on her. She flashed an enchanting smile only a Veela’s great granddaughter could pull off.
“Hi, everyone,” she began, looking around the Great Hall. “Just wanted to let you know that a new agony aunt programme has been set up by the lovely Rose Weasley and if you want to ask her a question about love and life and all that bollocks, write it on a bit of parchment and pop in it in the box in the entrance hall. It’ll all be done anonymously, of course. Ta!”
“Miss Weasley, get down from that table immediately and watch your language!” warned a tired looking Professor McGonagall from the Head’s table.
“Sorry, Professor!” Dom called sweetly.
She hopped off the table as the students began chattering amongst themselves and grinned at her cousin. “See that, Rose? It wasn’t so hard.”
“Shut up. People only listen to the gorgeous blonde girls these days. What’s happened to the world?” Rose said, staring up at the gloomy ceiling of the Great Hall.
“Nah, you’re just socially awkward.”
“Once again, shut up,” she muttered as she ladled more carrots onto her plate.
“So, er, Rose, how has your day been?” Lizzie asked. Rose turned to look at her with a confused expression.
“Fine, I guess. Merlin knows how I’m going to find time to complete all my homework and revise for all the upcoming tests, but Fabian said we could have a study session at the weekend.”
She was about to continue eating her vegetables in peace when Lizzie cried, “Look at me!”
“Um, you feeling okay Lizzie?”
“Just don’t turn around!”
“Why not?” Rose was itching to see what was making her friend so alarmed.
“Oh my Godric! Gross! PDA alert! Malfoy and Bell are sucking face,” said Dom in disgust. “I don’t think I can eat anymore.”
Rose whipped round to see that Scorpius and Scarlett were indeed looking very intimate by the door way. Her heart sunk and she felt completely betrayed. She was desperate to look away but her eyes stayed glued onto them.
“You alright, Rose?” Lizzie asked gently as she put her hand on Rose’s shoulder.
“How could he?” she hissed. “Who the hell does he think he is?”
“A hot blonde Slytherin in need of a girlfriend?” offered Dom. “There’s no need to be jealous, Rose, really. I don’t like repeating myself, but as I said weeks ago, Malfoy’s not worth it and you should get over him. You have Fabian now.”
Rose opened her mouth to reply but nothing came out. Her mouth opened and closed like a fish. She agreed with Dom, but it didn’t make her feel any better. She tore her eyes away and her feet marched her over to the Ravenclaw table where Fabian was chatting with his friends. On the way she passed Al who stormed by Scorpius and Scarlett and out of the Great Hall looking murderous.
“Hey there,” Fabian smiled up at her mid-conversation. “What’s up?”
She took a deep breath and sat down half on his lap before her brain could catch up with her actions and force herself to stop. She grabbed his face and forced her lips roughly onto his.
A short while later she pulled back for air and Fabian looked confused, shocked but very satisfied.
“I’ve missed you,” he breathed.
“You too.” She pecked his cheek and grabbed his hand before strolling out of the hall, making sure to flash Scorpius a sweet smile as she passed him.
“Oh dear. What are we going to do with her?” sighed Lizzie at the same time Dom facepalmed.
After classes finished for the day, Rose felt absolutely exhausted and wanted to catch up on some sleep before doing her homework. When she chucked her bag on the floor it landed upside down and all her books slid out onto the wooden floor. She cursed and started packing them back in when a loose piece of parchment caught her eye from the bottom of her bag. Rose unfolded it and realised it was the letter Poppy had dropped on Saturday. Before she could stop herself she sat down on her bed next to Georgie the pygmy puff and began to read.
I'm afraid I have some bad news. Your father's trial went terribly and he has been condemned to a lifelong imprisonment in Azkaban. They didn't believe he was under the imperious curse all those years ago, and neither do I. But I know how much he means to you even though he and I don't get along. I'm very sorry darling, but you must remember he committed some awful crimes in the past and now he has to pay for those mistakes.
Hope to see you soon,
Rose stared at the letter and realised it had splotches of tears all over it, making some of the words illegible. Now she understood why Poppy had been so upset.
She briefly remembered a few months ago hearing her father and Uncle Harry discussing a prisoner who had confessed the names of other ex-death eaters. Even though Poppy's father was obviously a ruthless man, working for Voldemort and all, she couldn't help but feel sorry for her. She'd be heartbroken to lose her own father and couldn't imagine her life without him.
"Rose? What're you doing in here?" asked Dom as she peered into the dormitory. "The new issue of Witch Weekly has just come if you want to read it with us."
"I'll pass. I think I'm just going to sleep for a while." Upon seeing Dom's dejected expression, Rose added, "Don't throw it away though. I want to read it when you're done!"
Dom grinned. "Sure thing, Ro-Ro."
Rose sighed as she rested her head against her pillow and closed her eyes, still clutching parchment in her fist.
Suddenly the years of being tormented by Poppy Parkinson were forgotten, and until she finally fell asleep Rose's thoughts were of how distraught her arch-nemesis must be feeling this very moment.
A/N: Can't believe I'm at chapter 7 already! I'm not too sure about this chapter if I'm honest. Please review?
P.S. I've added new chapter images to the other chapters, so go check them out if you want to. :D