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Chapter 2 : we are young (too young)
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Stay quiet, look pretty.
A/N: I own nothing, including the song ‘Girlfriend’ which belongs to Avril Lavigne.
Rule two: Be quiet unless spoken to, but always look pretty.
Girls were the easiest target.
The boys were either in or they were out, but we had to prove ourselves. It was one of the longest standing and highly respected traditions in Slytherin house.
You smuggle in the alcohol here, you do illegal drug dealings there. It was the really the only option you had, because you saw the ones who wouldn’t do it.
They were the quiet ones.
They had mousy hair and only talked to Hufflepuffs.
You didn’t want to become that.
You wanted to talk to the sleek, redheaded Rose Weasley and the sexy, blond Scorpius Malfoy.
You wanted them to like you.
And if you were anything like them, they would.
But if you weren’t, they’d throw you out like last year’s dragon hide boots.
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Scorpius Malfoy was thrilled to have the honor of being Quidditch captain and we were thrilled to have the honor of crashing his tryouts. Not two weeks in to the new term, there was a new post on the message board: QUIDDITCH TRYOUTS SATURDAY, it said. So, we made plans.
We being Carmen, Farah, Deanna and I, of course. Farah and Deanna are two of our other roommates, the other one being a terrible bitch named Joellen.
Anyway, Farah, Deanna, Carmen and I were sitting on the stands, as close as we could be to the Pitch.
Secretly, we were all hoping for a lull so Scorpius would come and talk to us, but none of us would say it.
Al Potter stood next to Malfoy, face looking stony as usual. He was quiet, and the long established seeker of the Slytherin team.
“Are you here to tryout?” Scorpius asked us.
Farah started to giggle, Deanna kicked the dirt with her foot, and I looked at him like an idiot. Carmen, however, laughed it away.
“Of course not,” Carmen waved the idea away with her hand.
He raised his eyebrows, giving her a once over, “Then what are you here for?”
She gave him her model-smile, “To observe, of course,” she winked.
Oh Carmen, you play such a good part. Please, enlighten me on the art of acting like a cheap whore.
He grinned back at her, and I think he even returned her wink, “Why don’t you watch from over there?” he pointed us higher up in the stands, because apparently these were being used for the rejects.
He walked back to Al, but not before winking at us again.
I sighed, which didn’t go unnoticed by Carmen.
“Love, we’re living the life!” she said, throwing her head back and breathing in the fresh air.
I nodded at her.
Sure we were.
Sooner rather than later, all of the rejects piled into the stands. They ranged from second year hopefuls, to seventh year girls who just wanted another encounter with Scorpius Malfoy.
Of course, that’s what I’ve noticed most people living for these days: Scorpius Malfoy. He’s taken over my mind, and Carmen’s mind, and shit, he’s even taken over the minds of the new first years. I heard them talking by the fireplace the other night.
They were saying the he passed them the treacle tart at lunch. That he smiled at them.
Which was true, he smiled at everyone.
He was a charmer, definitely.
A looker, for sure.
The kind of person who could lie out of his ass without the blink of an eye.
Perfect in the eyes of most, and perfect in my eyes for most of the year.
So you could imagine my fluster when we walked into the Great Hall and he sat down next to me at the Slytherin table.
I tried to act natural, as if he sat there every day.
Tensions were high at the table. People who got on the team were suddenly superior to those who didn’t, and they held their chins high and grinned cockily.
Carmen was flirting with three boys at the same time, laughing and smiling as they each retold their tryout in detail. I didn’t understand what they were saying, and I’m sure she didn’t either.
“Sarah,” I heard on my left, “Sarah?”
I turned to look at him.
“Me?” I asked, and he nodded. “I-I’m Scarlet,”
He didn’t even know my name.
His eyes didn’t change, but his mouth turned into an apologetic smile.
“Names,” he shook his head, “are my worst! I’m sorry,” he offered.
I nodded, “It’s okay, Scarlet is hard to remember.”
“You’re right,” he said with a wink, “I think I’ll call you Lettie,”
Lettie, Lettie, Lettie.
It sounded like music to my ears.
I had a nickname.
He knew me for something more than my name.
Merlin Scarlet, act like you’re not a small child for once, won’t you?
He winked at me for the fortieth time and turned away to talk to one of his friends.
I began to wonder whether they were really his friends or not. Surely Albus Potter was, because they were supposedly friends since they were eleven. But what about Rose Weasley, what was her part in this twisted fairy tale? Was she Al’s simply Al’s cousin who wanted to stick around, or was she something more?
I’d never spoken to her, but she was pretty. Almost too pretty. She had red hair, bright blue eyes, and a dotting of freckles around her nose. Her skin was flawless and surprisingly tanned for a red head.
I wondered if she knew Scorpius personally.
At the time, he had seemed so… elusive. Like no one could possibly know him, or his story, or his family other than himself.
He seemed like some kind of god to me.
His eyes were constantly unreadable, his words only for those good enough to hear them.
I don’t know why I thought like that, but I think it had something to do with the way I was raised. We were taught to feel like the most beautiful person in the room was also the most powerful.
The world is a sick and twist place.
Where else can you manipulate fifteen year olds to buy alcohol for your parties? On Neptune? Fat fucking chance.
Speaking of parties, there was one tonight.
I’ve never been to an Annual Unofficial Common Room Party. That’s what it was called, because parties weren’t technically allowed.
Carmen and I were overly excited for it, her more so that I. She was excited to get drunk and act like a slut.
I was excited to watch Scorpius Malfoy from the background, not that I would ever admit that to anyone.
Before we could get ready for the party, a blond seventh year girl came into our room to explain to us what we were to do before parties.
It wasn’t every time, but tonight we would be shadowing sixth years to see how it was done.
Her name was Leanne, and I could tell from the get go that she was a total bitch, and totally the perfect person to stand by Scorpius’ side and give orders left and right. I’d seen them together before, but they hadn’t ever dated.
Honestly, I don’t remember the last time I heard the words ‘Scorpius’ and ‘girlfriend’ in the same sentence, other than something about him getting so drunk he sang a song called Girlfriend at Rose Weasley’s seventeenth birthday party last year.
Leanne flipped her hair eight times in the six minutes she was in my dorm room. She said ‘like’ fifty-four times in her short speech, and clacked her heels around more than that.
When she left, she held her nose high and smirked at us.
I wanted to be exactly like her.
I didn’t want to be some sixth year’s shadow, or Scorpius Malfoy’s pet-tie.
I wanted to be older, taller, prettier, sluttier, and more independent.
I wanted to be more than just Scarlet.
I wanted everyone to know that I was Lettie to Scorpius Malfoy, but they wouldn’t be allowed to call me that.
I was so selfish.
Exactly three hours before the party was set to start, we met three sixth years in the common room. One was to get the drinks, one was to move couches around, and the other was to set up tables. I went with a brunette called Lauren to get drinks.
She didn’t say a word to me. In fact, she didn’t say much to anyone even when we were back in the room with the drinks and casting charms on them to keep them cold.
When we were finally done Carmen pulled me up the stairs and showed me her dress. It was perfect. It was black, short and tight. Sequins covered every inch of it, and she even had dragon hide stilettos to match.
Farah wore her hair up, and a red dress, and black heels so high I wondered how she could walk. Deanna wore her hair straight with a deep blue dress that brought out her eyes. Her shoes were the same color.
I helped Carmen style her hair into curls that fell down her back. She make her eye makeup smoky and dark, and towered over me in her heels while she helped me.
If Carmen looked like a dark queen, I was the flower princess, forever condemned to be innocent and childish.
I wore a lavender dress. Although it was short and tight, it had ruffles instead of sequins. Nude colored heels make it better, and dark eye makeup make it even better.
But I was still a child, playing dress up with her best friend who would later stab her in the back. I was four years old and my mother was about to scold me for wearing her shoes.
There was no way I was fifteen and the music was about to start blasting from downstairs.
I couldn’t be.
I wasn’t ready for it, but I had to be.
I took a deep breath as we began to walk down the stairs.
Lettie, I told myself, you can fucking do this.
A/N: Reviews are welcome! I’m sorry about the length, the next one is the party and much longer!
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