Chapter 2 : Chapter Two
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I didn’t write very much to my mother in the weeks that followed. Not because i didn’t want to, i did. Every night before i would go to sleep i would promise myself to make sure that the first thing i would do the next day would be to find a piece of parchment and write her a long letter telling her about everything I had seen and done these past three weeks. But then at times i would wake up too late, only having time to throw on my robes and run off to the great hall hoping Talia had at least saved me a slice of toast that I could slyly eat at the back of professor Flitwick’s classroom. After that, all through the lessons leading up to Lunch i would remind myself to borrow some ink off someone so i could quickly compromise and send a scribbled letter to let her know that i was alright, but then Lysander Scamander would always set his eyebrows on fire in charms or Roxanne would spill her potion everywhere and burn her whole table to ashes and I would forget everything about ever there being a home to write too because Hogwarts already felt like home. By the time Lunch would come around I would be so busy to finish my food so I could run off to explore the castle with everyone else that writing a stupid letter would be last thing on my mind. And then of course i would find myself dragging myself back to bed, only having time to change my clothes, mumble a few goodnights and throw myself into bed. Feeling guilty only for a second before I fell asleep. It’s funny how an eleven year olds mind works, it’s a crazy place full of new things and pumpkin juice and the only important things are scoffing your face with food so that you can spend the rest of your free time snooping around in old hallways and going dizzy with glee when you find yet another hidden corridor behind some old tapestry. Being late to class is a big a sin as murder and you can walk around looking like a walking trashcan and no one cares. I miss being eleven.
“She’s fuming at you Rosie, James got sent a howler this morning, absolutely raging she is” Lilly dropped herself next to me, crossing her legs, munching loudly on a piece of chocolate.
I flipped through my book, not really paying any attention.
“James is angry too, angrier than he usually is, said he shouldn’t have to apologize for you not being a ‘good daughter’ and ‘too busy’ too write home, then he called you a munter and then Albus hit him” Lilly threw another piece of chocolate in the air, squealing when she caught it in her mouth.
I raised my eyebrows, i didn’t realise that me not writing a simple letter would result in a howler. I knew that it was supposed to be James’ responsibility to help me and look after me and as much as I hated him I couldn’t let him be the one to get the sharp end of the stick for my mistake. I frowned, “Is he really really angry?”
Lilly nodded, taking the book from my hands and flipping through it. “Don’t worry” She shrugged, “Al just says he’s acting like a menopausal woman, it’ll pass”
I knew what Menopausal meant, once when I was eight, I snuck down to the kitchen late at night because Mum was having a party and I felt left out upstairs, I found Mum, aunt Ginny and Nano Weasley having a conversation about it. Nano Weasley said that she had mood swings or ‘drastic changes in her emotional state’ and that she had aggression and less patience. And then she said that once, she got so worked up and annoyed that she wet herself. I remember I ran upstairs after that and told Fred, Roxanne and James that Nano Weasley had wet herself and everyone started screaming and i got grounded for a month. I shuddered. However amusing it might be to watch James as he turned red with anger only to wet himself a moment later, I really didn’t want to face a menopausal James altogether.
I dropped the rest of the books that were on my lap and got up, “Do you have some parchment Lilly? I’m going to the owlery”
Lilly looked up, her eyes shining, “The owlery? I haven’t been there yet, can I come?”
I shrugged, “Yeah, if you want-only if I can have some parchment first”
“Yeah-um” Lilly rummaged inside her bag, pulling out a few sheets of creased parchment and handing it too me, “This okay?”
I squinted at her for a moment, “Yeah alright” I sighed, picking my bag up off the floor and pushing the mess of books under the table, looking around to see if Madam Margaret had noticed, but she was too busy sitting at her desk with her head buried in a copy of wizard weekly.
Lilly followed my gaze and grimaced, “ugh there should be a law against a woman nearly 90 years of age ogling at 20 year old men”
I glared at Lilly telling her to shut up before grabbing her by the arm and leading her out of the Library, all whilst she protested and mumbled something about personal space or the fact that I was abusing her rights or whatever.
We must have walked around for what seemed like hours, me with my grip still firm on Lilly’s arm, she stopped struggling after a while and now she just whined, moaning and complaining that at this rate we would miss dinner and she’s have to go to bed hungry and that hunger gave her acidity and she wouldn’t be able to sleep which would lead her to get dark under eye circles and then she would look like a red headed panda. I found it brilliant how fast things could develop inside the minds of a potter. I just let her talk, finding her constant rambling vaguely interesting. You see, I didn’t really know where the owlery exactly was. I just thought that I would be able to stick my head out a random window, find a tower surrounded by birds and trek all the way over there. Apparently I was wrong.
“Ugh enough, Rose, we’ve been wondering around for hours, do you even know where we’re going?”
“Yeah, course I do” I lied, trying to drag her off again but I couldn’t. Lilly had dug her heels into the ground and wore the most annoyed impression on her face, looking strangely like Aunt Ginny when you stole a biscuit without permission. I shuddered. “Okay fine, I don’t know where we’re going-I was just hoping that we’d find it somehow”
She sighed, playing with her ponytail, “You could have just asked”
“Who?!” I looked around, we had not passed one person on our journey to Merlin knows where.
“Me!” She beamed, “I know where it is”
I just stared at her, Was she saying she knew were walking in the completely wrong direction this whole time and she didn’t bother to say a word, “Did you not think off telling me or where you just waiting for me make a show of myself?”
She shrugged, “its fun watching you get worked up”
Was she being genuinely serious? “Fine” I sighed, “Let’s go”
She grinned, grabbing me by the arm and leading me away in the opposite direction, dragging me twice as hard as I had her. I kept stumbling, my feet getting tied up with each other, leading me to trip every now and then. I kept throwing dirty looks to the back of Lilly’s head, groaning when we passed someone and they looked at us as if we were wondering around on a mad one. With every turn we took, she would yank my arm harder than before and I was sure that at any moment it would coming flying out of Its socket. What bothered me more was that It took us less than ten minutes to get there, that was probably less than the amount of time I had spent stared at a wall wondering what was the right way to go. Curse the potters and their superb knowledge of absolutely everything.
The Owlery was a room at the top of the castle’s west tower where the school’s owls and the owls belonging to the students lived during the school year. By the time we got up there I was sure that every single nerve in my leg was dead and that I would never walk again. I had to stop for a minute, bending over with my hands pressed tightly to my sides, I breathed hard through my nose. Something Uncle Harry had taught me once after we were playing hide and seek and I got too worked up and started having a panic attack. I looked up to Lilly staring at me, her nose scrunched up, “What?”
“You’re really Unfit Rose, anyone would think that you’ve just ran a mile and been dragged through a load of bushes”
“That’s because I have!” I contemplated hitting her.
She just shrugged, mumbling something under her breath. In that moment she reminded me so much of James and I really wanted to slap that pretty face of hers. See whether she preferred under eye circles or black eye. Instead, I just ignored her, dumping my bad on the ground and bending over the fish out the crumpled piece of parchment Lilly had so kindly given me. How could I repay such a half hearted effort?
“Do you want any help with that?” Lilly nodded towards me, sitting down on the floor, twisting her ponytail.
“No, I think I can do this one by myself” I joined her on the floor, pulling out some ink, tapping my quill hard against the parchment. My mind was blank. Absolutely nothing.
“Dear Mum would be a start”
I looked up to find Lilly leaning over, looking at the blank paper in my hands. I glared at her but scribbled it down anyway.
“God this Place is disgusting” That’s another thing you should know about Lilly Potter. She never shuts up. Never.
I couldn’t deny how right she way though. The Owlery was a circle stoned room, rather cold and daftly, because none of the windows had glass in them, the lack of glass in the windows allowed the owls to come and go freely. What I saw next made my skin crawl and I subconsciously ran a hand over my legs, dusting them off; the floor was entirely covered in straw, owl droppings and the regurgitated skeletons of mice and voles. I was almost too scared to get up incase I stumbled and fell into anything I didn’t want to. So I sat seated on the filthy floor. Bringing my knees up to my chest to avoid touching as less of the ground as possible. Lilly seemed to do the same, pressing herself against the wall and squealing when an owl flew close enough to her head, flapping it’s wings in her ear. I don’t think I even played any attention to what I wrote, with Lilly elbowing me in the ribs to hurry up and the dirt off the floor literally making me itch. I remember scribbling down something about how great Hogwarts was and that I was fine and something about the fact that James would take off my head if he received another howler on my behave ever again. I don’t even think I remembered to sign it, instead I just folded it, not even bothering to make the corners match, and gave it to Lilly, telling her to attach it Aithusa, her owl. Obviously, Lilly wouldn’t be Lilly without doing the exact opposite of what you tell her to do.
“Why can’t you do it?” She whined, standing up with her back pressed against the wall, her arms in front of her and her eyes darting around the whole room eyeing every single owl, flinching if one even so much as moved a feather. “It’s your letter”
“It’s your owl” I got up without any trouble, not feeling the slightest bit disgusted anymore, after watching Lilly, I refused to be such a pansy.
“It’s your letter!”
I sighed, “I know, you already said that”
“It’s still your letter, you should be thankful i’m letting you use Aithusa” Lilly scoffed, dusting off her sleeves, trying to get rid of dirt that wasn’t even there.
“How kind of you, really, it’s great that you’re finally learning to love something aside from your hair” I was raging. I was tired. I had been snarled and dragged around half of Hogwarts. Twice. I had had all oxygen taken from my lungs and sat in a pile of owl poo wall all whilst Lilly Bloody Potter whined and screeched and moaned about her hair.
“I don’t love my hair! You’re just jealous Rose, you’re always jealous” She crossed her arms over her chest, puffing.
“I’m not jealous!” I laughed, my cheeks boiling because in reality, I really was jealous. “Not of you anyway-Do you know what they say about people who love themselves? They say that they love their hair because they’re not smart enough to love something more interesting”
Whoa. I was on a roll.
It look about two seconds for Lilly to reply and in those two seconds I saw her face turn from red to blue to purple to then drain of all colour and then turn back to bright red again, her lip quivered, “you’re so mean Rose! That was so mean! You always make other people feel bad because you get jealous. My mum says that jealous people are all pathetic. Do you know what that makes you Rose? It makes you pathetic.
I could have hit her and I probably would have if it wasn’t for what happened next, I saw movement out of the corner of my eye and turned to see a tall blond boy standing by the door, leaning against the stone frame with the most amused expression on his face.
“Ouch” He grinned, bringing a hand to his heart and pretending to stumble forward, “Girls are so brutal”
I squinted at him, just like I did with everyone I was unsure about. Except I wasn’t unsure about him at all, not even ten seconds and I had already started to hate the way he seemed to be getting a buzz off the way Lilly and I argued. My mother said that people who enjoy other people fight and struggle were called Sadists. What an Ugly word.
“What do you want Malfoy?” Lilly huffed. Malfoy? Great, Mother had also warned me about the Malfoys. She said they were strange people. That’s the only word she ever used to describe them. Strange. It definitely fit him perfectly.
“I rather you call me Scorpius” He said, grinning, why was he grinning? Why was he being friendly? Mother always talked about the Malfoys in such a cold way, he wasn’t supposed to be friendly. Ugh. “It’s so hurtful calling someone by their last name”
“We’re not exactly friends...Malfoy” I had never met anyone in my life snottier than Lilly.
“Correction,” He stuck out a finger in front of his face, “Our Parents aren’t friends”
“Exactly” Said Lilly, putting her hands on her hips and tapping her foot, I cringed at the resemblance between her and her mother, “We aren’t friends”
“You know you’re cold” Scorpius Pointed out in a matter of fact way. “What about you” He turned to me, “Are you as cold as your friend right here?”
I frowned at him, not really knowing what to say.
“Yeah, she is” Lilly retorted.
“Shut up” I shot back at her.
“I’ll take that as a yes then,” Scorpius leaned back against the wall, “Seriously, girls are supposed to be sweet and playing with dolls and all that but here you are in a dank old room filled with owl dung arguing like middle ages women”
“And you’re a sexist Pratt” Lilly spat, pushing herself off the wall and heading towards the door.
“Language, I swear you’re only eleven? I’m sure James wouldn’t like to hear about everything that comes out of his baby sister’s mouth?” He wiggled his eyebrows at her, knowing that he annoying her by just the right amount. I just stood there like a loose part, my head moving from Scorpius to Lilly again and again and again.
“And i’m sure that my brother doesn’t like to spend much time with people like you so you can go and tell him what you like” She flashed him a sickly snotty little smile before heading off down the stairs, making a point to stomp her feet so everyone knew that she was angry.
I was still standing there like a loose part.
Scorpius sighed, still grinning never the less, “The potter’s are a interesting bunch, don’t you think?”
All I think is that you’re really weird and really loud and you talk a lot and it’s giving me a headache, “Their alright” I shrug.
“Hmmm” Scorpius said, “Do you still need that sending off?” He nodded to the letter in my hands.
“Ermm, no i’m okay”
“I won’t bite your arm off if you said yes you know, i’m here to send off a letter anyway, see” He waved a green coloured envelope in front of me, “Another one won’t hurt”
“Why are you being nice to me?” That’s another annoying habit of mine, I tend to ask really stupid questions.
He simply shrugged, taking the letter from my hands, “Would you rather I be mean? I can do that as well you know”
“No I was just-Never mind” I watched him walk off with my letter in his hand and I followed him, inquisitive. “Are you always so open minded?” I said, not caring how stupid I sounded.
He nodded, tying the two letters to his eagle owl’s leg, “It helps when you have parents like mine, that way they can never tell you what to do”
“Hmmm, what year are you in?” again, I must have sounded like such a kid, but I just didn’t care.
“Second” He replied, “Though I like to think of myself as much older”
I beamed. It was good to meet someone whose way of thinking was exactly like mine. Refreshing almost.
“And you’re in first of course” He ran a hand through his owl’s feathers, whispering something in its ear before watching it fly off. “I remember you from the sorting ceremony; you were the girl in her own clothes”
I blushed slightly, it was not practically a favourite memory of mine, and I think he could tell because he shut up about it, changing the subject, “How come you don’t have an owl?”
“Because I don’t like birds” I replied, there really wasn’t much more to say.
“I love them” He said, “I wanted to be an owl keeper when I was younger, I told my dad once but he just looked at me like I had just told him I had gone and murdered someone”
“I think you should be whatever you want to be” I said, not really talking to him, more to myself, “Weather that be a caretaker or a executer or in your case, an owl keeper”
Scorpius Looked at me strangely for a second and it frustrated me so much that i couldn’t read what was going on inside his head. He either thought i was the strangest thing he had ever met or he found me vaguely interesting, either way, he looked at me as if I had two heads. “You’re a weird one Rose Weasley”
I define my life in two chapters, chapter one was everything I was, said and did before that day and chapter two was everything I became after I met Scorpius. Chapter one was me living my life by everything my mother had told me because I refused to believe that she could ever be wrong. And then chapter two was when I developed my own way thinking and judging people, I realised that for the first time in my life, my mother had been wrong. Maybe she had simply lied. Mother’s lie sometimes, it’s part of the job description. That day I realised that Scorpius was so much more than ‘strange’. Back then, I began to admire him almost as much as I began to be annoyed by him. He confused me and I hated that. I admired him because he was older than me but he was only twelve. You see, when you’re eleven, being twelve seems like a such a milestone in your life, you think that you’ll wake up on your twelfth birthday and everything will be different, that you’ll be different. But what they don’t tell you is that you’re exactly the way you were the day before, you’re still eleven. And it’s disappointing. It takes months to actually feel like you’re twelve and by then, you’re already thirteen. I admired Scorpius because I thought he was brilliant just because he was twelve. From that day on I actually thought that Scorpius and I could be friends and once you think a thought, it’s extremely difficult to unthink it.
A/N- Yay, if you’ve read this far then i love you for sticking with me, i know Scorpius’ character isn’t the mean and horrible person we’re used to, but don’t make judgement yet ;) Thank you so much for reading and any sort of review is welcome : ) x