Chapter 12 : Betrayed
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"Oh, sweet Circe. We look ridiculous.”
“Nah, we look hot!”
Rose looked witheringly in the mirror at herself and her friends. They were all in black, complete with ridiculous high heels and red smudges of lipstick on their cheeks.
“I don’t think this is such a good idea,” said Rose nervously, rubbing at her face to see if the gunk on it would come off. It didn’t. Apparently, she would be spending hours trying to get it off that evening.
“Me neither,” said Lizzie. She attempted to tug her black dress a little lower but to no avail. “Why do we have to wear this?”
“There’s no point in going on a secret spy mission without dressing up a little,” Dom replied, rolling her eyes. “You look amazing, Lizzie; you should dress like this more often.”
“Like I just walked out of a cathouse? Um, no way. Why was I even dragged into this?”
“Because we knew you’d have a moan at us later for not letting you join in,” said Dom. Her perfect eyebrows suddenly scrunched together. “What is that noise?”
There was a squeaking noise coming from their dormitory. Rose bravely went in to investigate.
Dom clambered onto the counter by the sink, squealing. “Rats! There are rats in there!” She raised a shaky hand to point towards their bathroom door leading into the dormitory. “We’re all gonna catch the bubonic plague and die! I’M TOO YOUNG TO DIE!”
“Relax, Dom, I doubt there are rats in our dorm–”
“I never even got to fall in love!” she cried. “Not properly, anyway. What a waste my life has been!”
“Get in here, Lizzie!” cried Rose frantically.
“I’ll just stay up here,” said Dom nervously, arranging herself more comfortably onto the counter. “I’m sure you can handle it just fine without me.”
Lizzie hobbled as quickly as she could into the dormitory to see the squealing noise was coming from Georgie the Pygmy Puff while Felix knocked her from side to side with his paws. Rose stood looking at them helplessly.
“He’s gonna kill Georgie!”
Lizzie bent down to pick up Felix, but he quickly ran away into the common room.
Rose fussed over Georgie and apologised profusely for leaving her unguarded with a cat around.
“Is it safe to come out? Have you got rid of the rats?” asked Dom, peering around the bathroom door.
“Yes. Yes, we have.”
“Okay, now let’s go. We’ve been long enough as it is.” Dom strolled confidently down the stairs into the common room; Rose and Lizzie gripped onto each other for support as they followed, wobbling in their shoes.
“Great, you’re ready. So, what’s the plan?” said Hugo, patting the seats next to him. Felix was curled up happily on his lap. He was simply wearing jeans and a plain black t-shirt which made Rose feel very silly, being all dressed up.
“Mission one is to hunt down Scarlett and, uh, we’ll decide on mission two one we’ve accomplished mission one!” Dom grinned. She passed out the wizard equivalent of walkie-talkies sold at her Uncle’s joke shop. “If separated, we communicate with these. Understood?”
“Yes, ma’am,” they chorused.
“Wait a second.” Hugo narrowed his eyes as he took in his sister’s apparel. “What the Flying Fudge are you wearing?”
“Clothes,” Rose replied sharply with a raised eyebrow. “Honestly, Hugo, there really is no need to get all protective just because I whip out some heels –”
“You look ridiculous.”
“Hey!” she cried indignantly. “I- I do not! You look stupider!”
He snorted. “Oh, I don’t think so, sis.”
“Well I think so –”
“Do you want us to help you or not?!” cried Dom, hands on hips.
“Yes,” Hugo squeaked, dropping his gaze to the floor.
“Then let’s go.” Dom once again led the way out of the common room as the others grudgingly followed.
Outside the entrance to the common room stood Lily chatting to Lysander Scamander, who smiled at Rose when he saw her, looking amused at her strange outfit. She noticed Lily was twirling her red hair around her finger as she spoke to him, and she was leaning against the wall so that her body was thrown forward. Interesting.
“Hey, Lils, want to join us on a mission?” asked Hugo, eyeing Lysander suspiciously.
“Huh? Oh, er, no thanks. I’m kind of busy at the moment,” she said, giving him a meaningful look.
“But we could use all the extra re-enforcements we can get.”
“Um, maybe another time.”
“Are you sure?”
“You guys have fun,” she said curtly. She turned back to Lysander. “So, what were you saying about Saturday…?”
“Come on, let’s leave her to it,” Dom said quietly. The group walked on in silence for a while.
“I don’t understand her," said Hugo miserably. "At home, she tells me everything and acts like we’re best friends, just like we were when we were little. But now… it’s like she can’t be bothered with me."
“Same here,” said Rose. “I think she’s like that with all of us. Don’t take it personally, Hugh.”
“She doesn’t even talk to me when we’re at the Burrow,” Dom sighed disparagingly. “I get the feeling she doesn’t like her family very much.”
“She never used to neglect us and be obsessed with guys. I want the old Lily back,” Hugo sulked.
“She’ll come around one day, I’m sure,” said Lizzie, patting his shoulder consolingly.
Their first stop was the Slytherin Dungeon. Rose had forgotten how chilly it could get down there, especially on a rainy day. Wishing she had more clothing on over her little dress, she walked up to the wall guarding the entrance to the common room, opened her mouth to speak to it, and then hesitated.
“What’s wrong?” asked Lizzie.
“I can’t remember the password.” She bit her lip. “I haven’t been down here in ages. They probably changed it by now anyway.”
“Evil will prevail?” tried Hugo. Predictably, the wall didn’t budge. Rose slapped her brother’s arm.
“I think it was something to do with snakes…”
“Maybe you have to speak in Parseltongue,” said Hugo. Rose gave him an unimpressed look. “Okay, maybe not then.”
“Alright, I’m getting bloody bored here. How about we charge the wall down?” Dom proposed. “Our added weights might knock it down.”
“I am surrounded by complete idiots. Idiots, I tell you!” Rose cried, shaking her head sadly.
“Hey! I’m here too, you know,” said Lizzie.
Rose smiled. “Ah, of course. I have my normal, sane Lizzie to keep me intact.”
Hugo hissed at the wall enthusiastically, looking for movement. “I don’t think this is gonna work.”
“Scarlett might not even be in there anyway,” reasoned Lizzie. “We could try the Great Hall instead.”
Suddenly the wall slid to the side and out walked Albus, crashing into the group of spies in the process.
“Al! What are you doing here?”
“I’m walking out of the Slytherin common room, since, y’know, I’m a Slytherin and all,” he replied sardonically. “Why are you all dressed like that?”
“We’re looking for Scarlett. Have you seen her?” asked Hugo eagerly.
“Er, no, I was, er…” he trailed off and scratched the back of his neck.
“You were what?”
“Well, actually, I was about to go, er, Scarlett hunting myself,” Al replied, his cheeks going pink. “Got my binoculars ready and everything.” He held them up feebly.
“You are such a creep.” Rose found herself shaking her head once again.
“Says the one dressed like a spy on a hunt for their best friend’s girlfriend?” Al raised an eyebrow.
Rose cocked her head to the side appreciatively. “Touché.”
“Why are you looking for her, anyway?” he asked curiously.
“No reason,” Hugo piped up quickly. Al looked suspicious.
“What’s going on?”
“Look, if you help us without all the questions, I’ll give you 20 galleons,” pleaded Hugo.
“Make that 30, and you've got yourself a deal.” They shook on it, spitting on their hands first. Dom made a gagging noise.
“Hey! That’s double what you gave us!” said Rose.
“Yeah, how come we get less than creeper-boy?” Dom demanded.
“Whatever,” muttered Rose.
“Rose, can I speak with you for a sec?” Without waiting for an answer, Lizzie pulled her a little way off from the others. “Don’t you think what you’re doing is a bit strange?”
Rose pondered this for a moment. “No, not really.”
Lizzie sighed. “Let me rephrase. Don’t you think it’s a little weird to be tracking down one of your closest friend’s girlfriend to set her up with your little brother?”
“Well, when you put it like that…”
“You’ll end up hurting Scorpius,” Lizzie whispered.
Rose shook her head. “Nope, he said he was gonna break up with Scarlett anyways. He promised.”
Lizzie raised her eyebrows. “Seriously?”
“Yep. Says he thinks of her as a sister.”
“Aw. And how do you feel about that?”
“Uh… I’m unaffected. Impassive. Neutral. Poker-faced. Yup, that’s me! Totally disinterested.”
“Sure you are,” Lizzie winked. “Well, that’s awesome- now there’s one less obstacle stopping the two of you!”
“You know what,” Lizzie giggled. “Don’t pretend.”
“I honestly don’t know what you are talking about, Elizabeth. Care to explain?”
Lizzie laughed again and shook her head. “Doesn’t matter. Anyway, as long as Scorpius and Scarlett really aren’t together any more, I guess the mission can go ahead without any guilt, right?”
“Yeah. She’s single now, so all we’ve gotta do is somehow make her notice Hugo and fall in love with him. Easier said than done…”
Rose looked over at her brother who was making creepy facial expressions at Al as a source of entertainment, including flared nostrils, squinting eyes and beaver teeth.
Lizzie followed her line of vision. “You can say that again.”
She walked back over to Dom, Hugo and Al. Rose followed her best friend, wondering what on earth she meant by an obstacle…
“Thank you for finally finishing your little chit-chat over there,” said Hugo, staring at them pointedly. Rose and Lizzie stuck their tongues out at him. “So, where will Scarlett be around now, do you think?”
“Around this time of day she’s usually spending time with Scorp somewhere in the castle,” replied Al.
“…yeah, ‘cause that just narrows down the possibilities SO much,” said Dom, rolling her eyes.
“She won’t be with Scorpius today though,” said Lizzie.
Al turned to her, confused. “Why not?”
"I'm pretty sure they broke up,” Rose shrugged.
This statement was met by several raised eyebrows and an unsurprised Dom, who said, “About time. The girl’s a freak.”
“She is not!” Al cried.
“She’s not a freak,” said Rose fairly. She was feeling a lot less hatred towards Scarlett ever since Scorpius announced he was breaking up with her. “She’s just... unique.”
“Says you, who made her cry. Look, we’re wasting time. Let’s split up and go on a hunt for her, using these to communicate.” Dom held up her walkie-talkie. “Capiche?”
“Alright,” said Rose, pretending to pull some straws out of a pocket. “Whoever gets the short straw has to go with Al.”
“Oi! I resent that!” he said indignantly.
Rose laughed. “Just kidding. You’re stuck with me, Potter.” She ruffled his messy black hair as he pouted.
“Lizzie, how about you go with Al?” proposed Rose, giving her a quick wink.
Lizzie shrugged. “I thought you just said you were going with him.”
A week ago, Lizzie would’ve jumped at the chance to be alone with Al, thought Rose. She must have finally realised what a broomhead he really is.
“Alright, I go with Al. We’ll check the grounds outside the castle. Dom, you go with Lizzie and check the library. Hugh…”
“Alright, I’ll go with me, myself and I,” he sighed. “If only Lily wasn’t being all weird…”
He sloped off away from the Dungeons. They followed him into the entrance hall.
“Aw, Hugh, you can come with us,” Rose offered.
“Nah. Just leave me, I’ll be fine all by myself. I’m used to it by now.”
Rose rolled her eyes. “Stop pitying yourself. It’s not a good look for you.”
“Your face isn’t a good look,” he retorted.
“Wow, you’re so mature.”
“You know what else is mature?” said Dom. “The cheese on the toast Nana makes.”
Al gasped dramatically. “I had some of that with prawns, tomato sauce, mayo and loads and loads of salt!”
“Salt is no good, my child! You may die of salt overload!” cried Dom. Al pretended to choke while Dom hastily thumped him on the back.
“Guys. We’re going a bit off topic here,” said Rose monotonously.
The doors to the Great Hall swung open. A bunch of Hufflepuff fourth years including her younger cousin strolled out. “Oi, Lou! Get over here!” He smiled and made his way over to her.
“We’re on a mission. A super-top-secret spy mission. You are a Weasley, therefore you are one of the privileged few allowed to join. Hugo is your partner and you two will check the ground floor corridors and empty classrooms. Your assignment starts… now.”
Rose saluted to a very bewildered looking Louis before taking Al by the arm and marching out of the front doors.
The sun was setting and there was a light breeze, making the hairs on Rose’s arms stand up.
“Would you be a gentlemen and lend me your jumper? It’s freezing,” she said sweetly.
“Pfft, no way. Then I’d be cold. It’s your own fault for dressing up in that ridiculous bit of material.”
“Such a sweet, loving cousin you are,” she grumbled. “It’s actually really hard to believe you are the offspring of the Saviour of the Wizarding World and the loving, maternal figure that is Aunt Ginny.”
“And Hermione Weasley is the brightest witch of her age, yet her own daughter can’t figure out how to layer up when it’s cold. Ironic, huh?”
Rose shoved him playfully.
“So, where is Scarlett’s favourite hangout place, Mr Stalky McStalker Pants?”
“Well, she likes to sit by the patch of yellow flowers by the lake. We could try there first.”
Her teeth started to chatter as they walked. “Wait a second. I’m a witch!”
“I could just cast a heating charm on myself!”
“…but I don’t have my wand on me.”
“Good thing I do, then, isn’t it?”
He muttered a spell to warm her up. Her tense muscles instantly relaxed.
He pulled out his binoculars and looked towards the lake.
“What do you see?” Rose asked.
“Two figures sitting by the yellow flowers,” he replied. “One brunette, one blonde.”
“Ooh, we’ve found her!” she said excitedly. She whipped out her walkie-talkie and beckoned the others to come over.
In the mean-time Al and Rose decided to get a closer look. They crept behind the foliage a few metres away from them and made a hole in the bush that they could see through and still hear what was being said. Scarlett was lying flat on her stomach picking at some grass.
Hold on a second. Rose was surprised to see Scorpius was there with her. Weren’t they supposed to have broken up?
“Scorpius,” Al muttered. Rose glanced at him and could see how annoyed he was.
“So, I was totally surprised when she told me she hated my guts,” Scarlett said angrily. “First Rose said it to me, and now Regina! What’s going on? I mean, all these years I thought we were BFFs! Regina and I, we met on the train in first year and have been best friends ever since. And then she goes and says this! I felt like crying, Scorpy. In fact, I did. She really hurt me.” Tears welled up in Scarlett’s eyes.
“Don’t cry, Scar,” said Scorpius, wiping away a stray tear on her cheek. “I’m sure she didn’t mean it.”
“I hope not,” she sniffed.
“Listen, Scarlett, there’s something I’ve been meaning to tell you,” he began, itching the back of his head nervously.
Was he going to break up with her? Had they not broken up already? How was he going to go about it? Rose’s mind was swarming with questions. She couldn’t look away. In the corner of her eye, she saw the others join them behind the bush.
“Go ahead,” Scarlett smiled widely at him.
He took a deep breath. “I… I…” He bit his lip.
“Yes?” she pressed.
“I… I think…” his voice cracked.
Scarlett smiled encouragingly. “Nice deep breaths, Scorpy. It’ll help the words come out.”
“Oh, for Merlin’s sake,” whispered Rose. “If only he had an ounce of Gryffindor bravery, he could have got it over with by now.”
Scorpius took another deep breath. “I think that I… that we…”
“I love you.”
His eyes widened to the size of the dinner plates in Nana Weasley’s kitchen, as did Rose’s.
“You heard me,” she answered determinedly. “I. Love. You.”
Scorpius looked like he'd been hit with an Immobulus Charm.
Scarlett sat up and clambered over to sit on his lap. “I love you so much, Scorpy. You mean the world to me,” she whispered. She began attacking his face with her lips. He didn’t pull back.
Rose’s breath came in short, shallow bursts. She couldn’t believe what she was seeing. It was like a bad soap opera; she couldn’t watch any more. She had to get away.
She ran as fast as her long legs would carry her, stumbling along the way, back to the castle, up all those steps, through the portrait hole, up yet another staircase until finally she flopped down onto her four-poster bed, drawing the curtains closed around her.
One particular thought kept whirring through her mind; she was unable to think of anything else.
He had betrayed her.
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