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Chapter 8 : Rose Gets Detention
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“Rose, will you knock it off!” Al exclaimed angrily one sunny, Sunday morning on the first of October. Al had woken up, and as soon as he opened his bleary eyeballs, he saw Rose sitting on the edge of his bed, reading a book. Ever since Al refused to owl his dad about what he heard, Rose insisted on never letting Albus alone.
“I think Zajecfer is trying to lure you into a false sense of security,” Rose retorted, her face turning the same color as Lily’s pink jumper.
Albus groaned. “For one thing, I’m not even alone. David, Art, Marc, and Rob are also in here, sleeping.”
“Exactly, they’re sleeping.” Rose gave him a slight smirk. “They would have to be pretty good superheroes if they can save you while they’re sleeping. Or is your rescue team brilliant sleep walkers?”
“Oh, shut it,” Al muttered angrily. “Besides, I want to get changed, since I have Quidditch practice after breakfast.” He beckoned his head towards the door. “And since you’re a girl, it would be nice if you got out.”
“Fine.” Rose muttered through gritted teeth. Albus sighed in relief that she finally laid off. He was about to shut the door on her when she put her hand up.
“What?” Albus asked, annoyed. He was so close to kicking her out!
“Let’s first wake up either Art or David since I’m not counting on your rescue team sleepwalking.”
Rose strolled over to David and Art’s beds. “Who should we wake, David or Art?” she asked, turning towards Albus.
Albus shrugged. “I suppose Art, since he whines a lot less than David, but I don’t really care.” Al was forced to hide a smile behind his lips. David complained all the time, especially when it came to homework.
Rose strolled over to Art’s bed, and shook him awake.
“Wha-What?” Art yawned. “I am I late?” he muttered, as he buried his head under the pillows.
“No, but I have to leave,” Rose said, “And it would be nice if a conscious person was in the room.”
“Okay,” Art muttered as Rose swept from the room, her brown hair swinging behind her. Despite agreeing to stay awake, Art slumped down beneath his covers and fell back asleep. Al grabbed his practice Quidditch robes out of his drawer, and pulled them on himself. While he was doing this, Al stared at his reflection in the mirror.
Albus was very skinny with long legs, although he wasn’t near as scrawny as Art. Al had always been skinny, despite Grandma Weasley’s attempt to fatten him up. He also had messy black hair, which James envied. James had always wanted to have hair like Al’s, although James already had black hair, it just wasn’t in the same style. Albus always thought that it looked like his hair had a dash of red in it. He also had green eyes. His dad loved Al’s eyes, but Albus had always preferred blue. Albus had a few freckles dotted across his nose, but not near as much as his Weasley cousins.
Albus slowly walked out of the dormitory down the stairs, to where Rose was waiting in the common room.
“Where’s Art?” she asked, peering up the stairs as if she expected Art to appear there.
“He fell back asleep,” Al replied, yawning as he walked out of the portrait hole.
“Do you mean,” Rose said through gritted teeth, “That you were up there by yourself?”
“It was only for a few minutes!” Albus exploded. “I’m getting fed up with YOU-“ he said, jabbing his finger in Rose’s chest, “Not leaving me alone! I wouldn’t mind if you just hung out with me every once in a while, but you won’t even let me be 2 minutes alone!”
Albus, who was already out of the portrait hole, turned his back on Rose and headed towards the Great Hall. Fuming, he stomped there, not caring whether anybody heard. That’s what she got, for following him all over the place, practically stalking him…
Albus suddenly heard a few people laughing and talking behind him. He whirled around and noticed a small group of Slytherin’s also going towards the great hall.
“Who are you?” the leader of the group sneered. The leader had tidy brown hair with a permanent smirk on his face, along with a snooty air of confidence that caused Al to immediately dislike him.
“Who are you?” Albus challenged back. Normally he wouldn’t have done this, but he was already angry with Rose.
“Ooooh, this little first-year twerp likes a challenge.” The kid sneered. “My name is Vincent Rosier,” he bragged. “Now answer MY question.”
“I know who that is!” an excited voice shouted out near the back of the group. The group parted, and Albus was staring into the pale face of Scorpious Malfoy, the kid Uncle Ron had pointed out at the train station.
“That’s that Potter kid!” Malfoy finished.
“That bloody well is not James Potter.” Rosier sneered.
“No, that’s James’s younger brother.” Malfoy corrected. “Albus, I think he’s called."
“Does it really matter?” Albus asked. All he wanted to do was get to breakfast, his stomach was growling with hunger.
The group slowly spread out and formed a circle around Albus. He gulped, that was apparently the wrong thing to say.
“WHAT is going on!” Albus heard. He held his breath, this might be his ticket out. Pushing through the Slytherin’s, Albus saw Rose appear with a curious expression on her face. “What are you doing to my cousin?” she demanded.
“Are you a brave ickle firstie too?” Rosier asked, stuck with that permanent smirk on his face.
“Are you a Weasley?” one of the younger Slytherin’s asked, terrified.
“Oh, come on.” Rosier sighed. “Roxanne Weasley is nothing to be scared about!” But everybody else looked terrified at the sound of her name.
With a stroke of brilliance, Albus blurted, “We’ve learned tactics from her. She’s our cousin.”
“Let’s see how much you’ve learned from Miss Weasley, shall we?” Rosier replied, with a twisted smile. Albus plunged his hand inside his robes, drawing his wand.
“Oooh, dueling, Rosier?” A wheezy voice exclaimed. Behind Rose, approached a very ugly old man with warts on his face brandishing a cane. Albus suddenly realized that this must be Mr. Filch, the caretaker.
“Potter,” Albus supplied for him.
“Very well, Rosier and Potter to my office.” Filch said, grinning wickedly.
“Sir, Potter wasn’t dueling, I was,” Rose piped up. Why did Rose so that? Rose had never lied for him before, even in front of their parents.
“Fine!” Filch snapped. “You two, up to my office.” Rose and Rosier began trudging up the steps towards Filch’s office. Filch didn’t say he had to come, but Albus tailed behind them anyway. Albus waited outside while Filch arranged Rose and Rosier’s detention, and then they came out. Rosier gave him a nasty look and walked towards the common room, and Rose just stood shyly next to Albus.
Once Filch was out of eyesight, Albus blurted out, “Why did you lie for me?"
Rose blushed. “I think you’re going to get a lot of detentions this year, so I decided to save you from one.”
“Thanks,” Albus muttered.
“Oh, er, and I’m sorry about earlier,” Rose replied quickly. She looked down at her feet.
“It’s okay,” Albus replied. Both of them stood there awkwardly for a few minutes, looking around.
Finally, Rose said, “Come on, let’s go down to the great hall, we can ask Roxanne about Vincent Rosier.”
The two of them walked together down to the hall, all tension broken. Albus felt happy enough to start skipping.
“You’re such a good skipper Albus,” Rose laughed. “I didn’t know boys could skip.”
Albus slowly felt his face turning red. “I guess they can,” Albus muttered.
“Come on,” she replied, dragging Albus to the Gryffindor table to where Roxanne was. “Roxanne, have you ever heard of a Slytherin boy named Vincent Rosier?”
“Rosier?” blurted out James, who was sitting by Roxanne. “He’s a great big bullying Slytherin idiot. What else do you want to know about him?”
Roxanne laughed. “Rosier’s in my year, third year. And yes, James is completely right, he is a bullying Slytherin idiot.”
“Have you ever done anything to him?” Rose pressed. “We were ambushed by Rosier this morning and one of the members of his gang mentioned you.”
“You got away unscathed?” Roxanne said in surprise. “That rarely ever happens.”
“Filch caught him,” Albus quickly explained.
“Ah, well, that would explain it. Anyway, at the end of last year, Rosier decided to pick on me. We got in a pretty nasty duel, to tell you the truth. When Rosier finally disarmed me, I resorted to Muggle dueling.” A grin suddenly appeared on Roxanne’s face. “I knocked Rosier and a few of his gang members out cold before Longbottom finally found us.”
“Wow.” Rose whispered.
“Yes, now Rosier and his gang now are scared of me,” Roxanne grinned. “Rosier won’t admit it though, but the rest of his gang has. Anyway Al, eat up, we have to go to Quidditch practice soon.”
“Right,” Albus agreed, as he picked up a piece of toast. James, however snatched it up and ate it in two bites.
“Hey!” Albus exclaimed.
“Sorry, I was hungry,” James smirked. “I’m going to Quidditch practice now.”
But before he went, James quietly cast a spell and to Albus’s horror, he felt his underpants rising up, but then James quickly released it.
“It’s called a wedgie charm,” James explained, as if Albus actually cared. “Uncle George taught to me. You’re lucky I only did it for about a second. Anyway, know I’m actually off. Bye!” James exclaimed, and he swept from the hall.
“That boy,” Rose seethed, and Albus could tell she was about to go on a rant.
Roxanne tugged on Al’s arm. “Come on Al, or we’ll be late for Quidditch.”
“Okay,” Albus muttered as he crammed some toast inside his mouth. He was glad Roxanne had told him to go, because then he would have to listen to Rose’s rant. Roxanne and Albus walked outside towards the Quidditch field, and were greeted by Captain Chris Van Malden.
Chris had them practicing three times a week, so Al had gotten to know the other teammates well. Besides Chris, the only returning players were Brad Romo, a fifth year beater, and Caroline Mikk, a sixth year chaser. Chris had Albus working extra hard, since he needed to know all of the positions well, and everyone else just had to know one position.
After many long hours of yelling, muscle aching, and exhaustion, practice was finally finished. All Albus wanted to do was lay down and sleep. But it was only mid- afternoon, and he had to do homework.
As Al dragged himself off of the Quidditch field, Art, Rose, and David greeted him. To him, they looked a bit energetic.
“Why are you so energetic?” he asked them wearily. The three of them burst out laughing.
Rose sputtered out through laughter, “Energetic? We’re acting normal. We probably look energetic to your eyes. You look exhausted!”
David rolled his eyes. “Well duh, he was on the Quidditch pitch for several hours being yelled at by Chris.” David made his voice really high and squeaky and said, “Potter, swing harder! Potter, catch that! Potter, do that! Potter, dance like a monkey and sing so horribly that you scare the other team!”
They all started laughing even harder, if that was even possible. Al was already out of breath from Quidditch practice, so he was laughing so hard he gasped, “Can’t- breath,” which of course made everyone laugh even harder. When their laughter died down, they finally trudged to the common room.
They slowly wandered up to the common room, and when they finally got there, Albus collapsed on the couch, and stared at the ceiling.
“How hard did Chris work you?” Rose asked concernedly.
“Well, I’ve been out their since nine, and its now mid- afternoon, not to mention the fact that Chris pounded me since I have to be able to play all of the positions.” Al grumbled.
“Well, homework will keep your mind off everything!” Rose said brightly.
David and Albus both groaned. “Rose, homework is like the one thing I do not want to do right now.” Albus explained.
“But it needs to be done!” she pressed.
“I’ll finish it later.” he groaned, and sprawled out on the couch. He glanced around the common room. Rose and Art were pulling out homework, and David was scribbling on a piece of parchment.
“David?” Al said blankly. “Are you ill? Are you actually doing homework?” David hated homework. He never willingly started it unless pestered by Rose.
“No.” David replied, giggling. “I realized in History of Magic the other day that we should call Professor Binns, Professor Trash Bins. So I’m giving all of my teachers nicknames.”
Art tried to hide a smile. “Of course David would be the one to figure that out.” he whispered.
“Hey!” David blurted out. “I just realized that if you take the ‘s’ off of ‘Fuchs’ it rhymes with puke!”
“And that’s my cue to leave.” Rose said. “See you after detention.” She said as she packed up.
“Have fun!” David grinned.
“That’s an interesting description of detention.” she muttered.
Albus sighed and wondered what he would do. A sudden idea popped into his head. “I’m going to the Owlery.” He had written a letter to his dad the day before, and didn’t have time to send it. Plus, he liked the Owlery. It was very peaceful, except for the occasional hooting. Godric was always excited to see Al and thoroughly enjoyed being petted.
In one deep breath, Rose blurted out, “Are you going to tell-“
“I don’t know.” Albus interrupted. He knew that she was going to ask him whether he was going to tell his Dad about Zajecfer in his letter. “Rose, I’ll think about it in the owlery.”
“Okay.” she sighed. “I’ll walk out with you, I have to go to detention.”
The two of them walked out of the common room, and Rose went to Filch’s office, while Albus headed towards the Owlery. When he arrived there however, Mr. Filch was there.
“Er- Sir?” Albus said uncertainly. “What are you doing here?”
“Oh,” he replied in a nasty voice. Grinning wickedly, he continued, “I have finally been given permission from the Headmaster to watch all mail, after pestering him for years. No more dungbomb orders!”
“You’re reading everyone’s mail?!” Albus exclaimed in outrage.
“Yup, and the Floo Network too,” Filch replied, his smile so wide it was scary. “Now, are you sending a letter?”
“Er- yeah, but I haven’t finished it yet.” Albus said.
“Well, finish it already.” Filch replied, crossing his arms. Albus opened it up and scribbled his name at the bottom. Filch looked at it, approved, and then gave it to Godric to send. Without giving him treats. Albus loved giving Godric treats to nibble on. Shaking with rage, he turned away and slowly inched his way down the spiraling stairs.
He slowly walked back towards the common room, thinking. If mail was being watched, that meant he couldn’t contact his dad. He had been an idiot, too arrogant to think that he would always be able to contact his Dad. Of course Fliwick, who was under the imperius curse, would try to make it so Albus couldn’t. Harry Potter was one of the most brilliant wizards yet most feared wizard alive.
He finally approached the portrait of the fat lady.
“Password?” she asked.
“Sleeping Draught.” The password had been changed a week ago when the fat lady was very tired.
“How did it go? That was quick,” David said as Albus climbed through the hole.
"Mail’s being watched,” Al slowly replied. That was all Albus could bring himself to say.
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