Chapter 4 : Hormonal Cats and Traditional Soakings
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Shit. I sprint down the corridor, skid round the corner and crash straight into a furious Rose, who is dripping wet. I look to my left. The tapestry of some stupid wizard trying to teach trolls to dance is swaying from where Rose must have burst out from it. She knows all the shortcuts. And longcuts come to think of it.
“SCORPIUS, EXPLAIN TO ME RIGHT NOW, WHAT THAT WAS!” Shrieks Rose as she pulls out her wand and jabs it at my throat. SHIT!
“I uh, well I—“
“OUT WITH IT SCORPIUS!” She yells and shoves me into the wall.
“Sorry—“ I begin, but at that moment, Alice comes skating round the corner in her odd socks, with Frank behind her.
“ROSE!” Alice bellows, “Get your wand away from Scorpius, and tell me what is going on!” She crosses her arms as Frank tugs me away from Rose whose hair gives her the fact she is on fire. It makes her look terrifying, trust me. Especially when she is angry.
“It’s not even the first day of your fifth year, and you two are… are… are playing up!” Says Alice. She stamps her feet and glares at us. I catch Frank’s eye and mouth save me but he looks purposefully at the ground. Wuss. Scared of his own twin sister.
Alice glares at us harder, “Well? Would anybody care to explain?”
I open my mouth to say something, but words fail me. Rose however, already knows what she’s going to say. She always gets one over me. “Scorpius saw me and Jason together in the main entrance, and got Peeves to throw water bombs at us, SO NOW I AM SOAKING!” She screamed, jabbing her finger roughly in my general direction. Shit just got real.
I back off slowly, making frantic shh signs to Frank, who ignores me and instead nudges Alice. TRAITOR. I’ll get him later. Alice rounds on me, pushing me into the wall. What is it with angry girls and pushing dashing, boys into walls? They actually hurt. Not that I’ll let them see it hurt me though. I don’t feel pain. Supposedly.
“YOU WHAT?!” Screeches Alice, her eyes shooting daggers at me.
"This argument just got boring. I even counted my nose. Which isn't even fun." Says Frankie. We all ignore him. I give him a weird look then shrink under Alice's gaze.
“It was only meant to get that stupid Nott.” I say sheepishly. I wince as Alice screws her face up with rage. “YOU ONLY MEANT TO GET NOTT?” She yells. Seriously, with the yelling. I’m going deaf.
“You are NOT going deaf!” She Alice yells again, “And I am NOT yelling!” Did I say that out loud? Anyway, she just contradicted herself. By yelling about how she doesn’t yell. What a knob.
“I AM NOT A KNOB YOU FILTHY PIECE OF—“
“Alice?” Says a voice.
I turn around and peer over Frank’s shoulder, who looks rather white. It’s Neville. I mean, Professor Longbottom. He looks at Alice enquiringly. “What was all that shouting?” He asks, “And Miss Weasley, why are you dripping wet when it is perfectly dry outside?”
“WELL, Dad, you might as well ask, Scor—“ Begins Alice, but Rose elbows her and smiles brightly at Neville, “I fell. In a puddle.” She says. Her eyes had creased up slightly as they always do when she lies. And Merlin, is she a rubbish liar.
“A puddle you say?” Says Neville, raising an eyebrow.
“That’s right. And call me Rose, Neville.”
“Professor Longbottom to you,” Neville says, but we both know he doesn’t care what we call him, “And back to the point.” Rose’s smile falters slightly.
“A puddle, when it is scorching hot outside? Rose, you aren’t the best at lying you know. Take a few tips from Scorpius here, he seems able to lie perfectly well about why he hasn’t completed his Herbology essays.” I turn red, though Rose turns an even brighter shade, which contrasts her hair horribly.
“I do suggest you make your way up to the Great Hall. The sorting is about to start.” Neville walks off in the direction of the staff rooms, as we begin to trudge our way up to the Great Hall. I turn to Rose. “Forgiven?” I ask timidly. She scowls at me for a second then straightens her features. She grins, “Sure, besides, it seems a tradition the I’m soaked through to the skin for the sorting.” She says.
It’s true. Every year, she’s sat in the Great Hall dripping water all over the floor. First year she fells in the lake, Second year she was the only one outside whilst in chucked it down because she was looking for her cat Jilly. Third year, her cousin Potter cast an aguamenti spell at me, but missed and hit Rose instead. Fourth year, she actually did fall into a puddle. She tripped over a pebble she told me later, but I think she was distracted by a disturbance in the aforementioned puddle. It turned out to be Snelly.
I laugh at her expense, then grab her slippery hand and drag her along to the Hall. Stupid Jason Nott. He had the biggest crush on Rose, and he was a good for nothing scoundrel. His father or grandfather or someone was a death eater. The Nott family are generally horrid really.
I was going to punch him when I saw him with Rose. He was practically undressing her with his eyes. What a skank. Can blokes be skanks? He can, that’s for sure. If I punched him, it would have been obvious it was me. I mean, the Peeves plan was pretty top, but Rose saw through it. I swear she knows occlumency.
Anyway, we all know Nott wants to get in her pants. Maybe after dating her, but still, that’s all he wants, and Rose thinks they’re friends. Pfft.
We burst through the Great Hall doors and plonk ourselves down at the front of the Gryffindor table. I ignore the stares we get from the Wotters. They all hate me. They hex me a lot too. I’m used to it though.
We sit with our eyes glazed over whilst the midgets get sorted, and only look up when McGonagall speaks.
“Welcome, first years, and older students, to Hogwarts. May I remind you the Forbidden Forest is strictly out of boundaries, and students under third year are not allowed into Hogsmeade.”
She pauses and looks sternly in my direction. Picnics in the Forbidden Forest were fun. But that was all Rose’s idea, I’m no sissy. I wave at McGonagall, and I see her lip twitch slightly. The closest she’s ever got to a laugh. Mine and Rose’s ambition is to make her laugh full out. Like a seal.
Suddenly, Rose lets out a gasp and knocks over my Pumpkin juice.
“ROSE! MY JUICE! I want’d my juice and you just go an’ knock it over you silly chil’!” I say in my Jamaican accent, gesturing the spilt juice which had dribbled off the table and into my lap.
“NOW IT’S DRIBBLING ON ME!” I shout, attracting stares from the tables around us. And McGonagall. Damn I need a quieter voice. Rose giggled.
“If you are quite finished Mr Malfoy.” She said, sniffing slightly, “As I was saying, this year I expect you all to be on your best behaviour, as we will be in fact be hosting the Triwizard tournament.”
That explains Rose’s astonishment. She’s still squealing.
“The Triwizard tournament is open to those who are in their 6th year.” McGonagall continued, ignoring the booing, “The REASON for the change in age range, is because of the death toll.”
Many first and second years exchange worried glances. The last time the Triwizard tournament took place, it was at Poland’s Internship of Specialist Sorcerers, (The name still cracks me up) about 12 years ago. Some spectator died after being mauled by some Bear which had been transfigured from a Bee. The Wizard who transfigured it was Henry Svalberg, one of the Champions. He shouldn’t have transfigured the bee when in was hovering directly over the stands. Idiot. But the founder of Poland's Internship of Specialist Sorcerers is even more idiotic. His school stands for P.I.S.S.
I don’t see why that would bump up the age group though. Unless it was more dangerous. But I doubt that.
In all honesty, I don’t care what age range is allowed to volunteer to die in front of three schools, I just want to watch. I am in no way taking part in that.
“Durmstrang and Beauxbatons will be staying in the grounds,” Said McGonagall, placing a shaky hand on her hat to stop it sliding off, “But that will not be until after Halloween.” Cries of disappointment arose from the rest of the school. By that I mean the boys. All they wanted was the girls from Beauxbatons. I could already hear Daniel and Sam placing bets on how many girls they were going to get in their beds. Man whores.
I jumped as McGonagall clapped her hands and caused food to appear on platters before us. I immediately tuned out to everyone with the exception of Rose and immediately began filling my plate. Rose went into her daily routine, nagging about how I eat more than a whale. How does she know what a whale eats anyway? She could be a whale stalker actually. She probably spikes their Plankton with laxatives, and collects samples of whale crap to put in her collection of whale waste.
She’s weird like that. She’d probably actually do that.
“Rose.” I say, poking her for effect. We're in the common room, full after eating a good meal. She’s slouching over Hogwarts: A Refined History by Cho Chang. Apparently she was reading up on The Triwizard Tournament. Good luck to her. I read it in my third year, and boy, does the Chang person love Harry Potter.
Throughout her book, her writing consists of ‘And then the amazing and quite frankly, handsome Saviour of the Wizarding World, killed the basilisk.’
How did that book get published. Where’s Bathilda Bagshot junior when you need her.
She doesn’t exist. Damn.
“ROSE!” I say, whining, as I poke her harder. She slaps my hand away.
“Ouch! Rose! You hurt me!” I say, in a sad voice. I pout at her and remove my legs from the table , then kick her stupid book away.
“Scorpius! I was reading that.” She exclaims. She bends over to pick the big ass book off the floor, and hits me over the head with it. Hard. “Rose, you should have been a beater. You have strength.” I say, wincing as I gently prod my head.
“Wuss” I hear her mutter. Wow Rose. You’re such a good friend.
“I know I am.” She says, leaning over her book. I need to stop saying things out loud. “Yes Scorpius, yes, you do.” Rose says, a smile playing on her lips. She slams the book shut and throws it into the fire, groaning. Yes, the fire. Rose isn’t normal. Instead of going to the girls toilets to throw the book at Myrtle, she lobs it into the fire. She could have at least aimed it at the group of first years who were warming their hands by the fire. MERLIN, Rose.
"I give up. There's nothing on the Tournament." She says.
“So,” Rose says, getting off her rickety stool and coming to sit next to me, “What do you think about the Tournament?” Oh yeah, the tournament. How could I forget. I only want to spectate. I’m not even looking forward to the hot foreign girls. They’re all practically veelas, and in all honesty, I don’t want to top myself just to get their attention. No way.
“Well. I’m not saying it isn’t exciting, but I’m not looking forward to it much.” I say, and Rose nods. “Yeah, I mean we can’t even compete, and I don’t care about the other schools, so all we can do is spectate. Though that could be fun.” She says.
“Wait so if you could, you would compete?” I ask, confused.
“No, I’m just saying if I wanted to I couldn’t. I don’t actually want to. I need to stay alive to carry on the Wotter family.” She says, laughing. Her family did need anymore additions. It was so bloody big.
“Oh really?” I say, raising an eyebrow, “Had anymore thoughts on your wedding to the mystery guy?” Rose had been planning her wedding to nobody in particular since second year. She’s chosen the colour of the flames in the candles too. Nobody, nobody chooses a colour for the candle’s flames. It’s not normal.
“YES!” She says, “There has been an advancement!” She clasps her hands together, and says, “You’ll be there Scorpius as Best Man.” Best man? I thought it was best woman or something.
“But, I thought Groom’s only had best men?” I ask. Does she think she’s a bloke?
“I do not think I’m a bloke”, Rose says, indignant. She elbows me in the ribs and continues, “I want a Best Man, because you are the Best.”
“Even Bestier than your Husband to be?” I ask, poking her cheek. She snarls at me. That girl is crazy.
“Of course.” She says, dropping the feral cat act. Actually, I think it’s Jilly’s influence.
That cat’s gotten pretty fat recently, and if you mention the word fat near her, she attacks you. Such a hormonal cat. Pretty much like Rose. Isn’t there a saying which says something like pet’s are like their owners? I don’t know. It’s a muggle thing. I think.
“What about after the wedding, thought about that?” I ask her. She opens her mouth, then closes it. “No I haven’t.” She says. What a surprise. You know, when she actually gets married, she’ll think too much about the wedding than her house, so she’ll end up in a one room flat above Madame Puddifoot’s. Fun times.
“Going to live with your mum and dad with your Husband and 7 children?” I tease her. She slaps me again. She’s so violent.
“No, I’ll live on my own.” She says in a rather pompous way.
“So you won’t live with your husband?” I ask her.
“Of course I will!” She snaps. Fiesty.
“Yes well you said you were going to live on your own.” I say, trying to keep a straight face as she got more and more worked up.
“I WILL LIVE WITH MY HUSBAND WITH MY 7 CHILDREN WITH MY MUM AND DAD THEN!” She yells.
The common room falls silent, and Rose blushes.
“Who are you marrying Rose?” Says a voice behind me. I turn my head and see James Potter. He’s such a charming boy, he already tried to push me in front of the Carriages today. “I said, who are you marrying, Rose?”
God he takes things so seriously.
“Nobody.” Rose says, smiling brightly. James looks vexed. “It better not be to Malfoy here.” He snaps then stalks off, cursing under his breath.
“Wait what?” I say, nonplussed.
“Y-you, no. No, no, not y-y-ou!” Rose Stammers, her blush creeping back onto her freckled cheeks again. She leaps up and mutters a hasty Goodnight, then almost sprints up the girls stairs, trips, falls over, then carries on like nothing happened.
Actually, what did just happen?
I mull the question over in my head as I pass the Wotters on my way to the dormitories. I nod at Albus, who is actually civil towards me, then duck my head and run up the steps two at a time.
Why did James even say that? Me and Rose are friends, anything else would be gross. Ew. I undress and slip into bed in just my boxers, and drift into a dreamless sleep.
I awake the next morning, and meet Rose in the common room. She seems like she’s forgotten what happened last night as she grabs my hand and drags me to the Great Hall. We sit down next to Alice and Frankie, and munch on toast.
McGonagall comes round with our timetables. Me and Rose have the exact same subjects down, Care of Magical Creatures, Potions, Charms, DADA and Transfiguration. Frank and Alice had the same as us, but they had Herbology instead of Potions.
“Look Rose, we have all our lessons together.” I say through a mouthful of toast. Rose gives me a look of disgust and looks down at her timetable. “So we do.” She says. She slings her bag over her shoulder and stands up. “Come on, DADA first.” She picks up a stack of toast, and walks out the Great Hall.
“Lets go” I say to Alice and Frank. They nod, and we all run to catch up with Rose. She had her wand out and was summoning all of the books she needed for today.
“Accio books!” I exclaim, wiggling my wand and holding my bag open for the books to fly into. I hear screaming and glance up at the stairs. Sailing down them, are all of my books. Crap. I should have been more specific. The books hurtled into me, knocking me to the ground.
"You plonker." Rose says.
"You're so damn supportive Rosie Pie." I say, scowling as I sit up in the pile of books and massage my head.
"I know," She says, smiling at me, "Taut!" A House Elf appears at Rose's feet and grins goofily up at her.
"Miss Weezley called?" She said in a squeaky voice.
"Yes," Rose says, beaming at the little Elf, "Could you take Scorpius' many books back to his dorm please?"
"Of course Miss Weezley!" Taut squeals, clicking her fingers and levitating the books.
"I will be not all that long Miss Weezley!"
"Thanks Taut, we'd better leave or we'll be late for DADA." Rose says with a wave.
"Good bye Miss Weezley!" Calls Taut as she clambers up the stairs with my books.
"Wait!" I call. I haven't even got my books yet. Frankie, Alice and Rose do.
I run over to Taut, and dig in the pile of books for my Textbooks. "Thanks, Taut." I say, then jog over to Frankue and Alice who are waiting at the foot of the stairs.
“Hurry up you lot,” Rose says, already half way down the corridor, “I want to see who the DADA teacher is this time.” Professor Vane had taken maternity leave. She’d only been there a year, and I think the curse still stands that DADA teachers only last one year.
We round the corner, eating the stack of toast until we reach the classroom. We lean against the wall and chatter about the Tournament. Soon after, the rest of the class joins us. Albus Potter is there.
“Hey you guys,” he says, “Quidditch practice tomorrow. I want to see you there Rose. And you Scorpius.” Albus was made Captain this year, as James had been in his fifth year. He got his Captain badge suspended after levitated a blast-ended screwt into Professor Trelawney’s room. It was actually quite funny. There was no Divination for a month because even though the wreckage had been cleared and the room fixed, Professor Trelawney protested that the aura of the room had been penetrated, and it would take days, even weeks to put right.
It was fine by us.
“Sure, I’ll go to practise. Will your brother be there?” I ask. James Potter has got it in for me, as does his partner in crime Freddie. And pretty much the rest of the Wotters. Except Hugo and Albus. I think we’d be good friends, me and Albus, if Potter didn’t hate me so much.
“Yeah he will. He hasn’t been banned from Quidditch altogether, just from being Captain.” Albus said, a note of pity in his voice.
What’s he pitying me for? I open my mouth to retort, when the door to the classroom opened, and a blue haired man peeked out.
“TEDDY!” Exclaimed Frank, Alice, Rose and Albus. I smiled at Teddy. He was nice, considering he was ‘adopted’ into the Wotter Clan. He beamed at us all and beckoned us inside. There was a rush to get good seats, and we settled into the back row, with Albus on my right, Rose on my left, and Frank and Alice on either end.
“Right then,” Teddy said, “Today we will be studying Werewolves.” There was a twinkle in his eye as he proceeded to flick his wand at the board, conjuring up diagrams.
“Copy down the diagram, then line up at the front of the class.” Teddy said. This promised to be a good lesson…
A/N: I got banned from my laptop for a whole week before I got to write this chapter, and this took me since Friday until Sunday. So only 2ish days. I hope you're enjoying this, also reviews would be fantasticals!
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