Chapter 9 : Bonam Floris
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Ok, so I feel compelled to give you all a warning. There could be a part in this which for some sensitive people, could be deemed disturbing or distressing. I'm telling you just in case, so that you are at least warned. I doubt you'll need to skip it though
I wasn’t sure how long I’d been in the dorms, with my face buried in my pillow. All I knew was that I cried until the tears stopped rolling. I sniffed a few times and pushed myself up into sitting position. I wiped my eyes and glanced at the alarm clock perched on my bedside table. It was just past lunchtime—everyone would be down in the Great Hall, welcoming the foreigners. They wouldn’t be back for another hour or so.
I brushed a few stray tears away and shuffled into the bathroom. I looked a mess. My eyes were bloodshot, and my nose was bright red, and was clashing with my hair—which was a bird nest. Tear stains were running down my face, and I grabbed a cloth and cleaned myself up.
I tried to brush out the tangles in my hair, but gave up when the bristles on the brush broke off. I let out a whimper and collapsed onto my bed again, rolling onto my side. Why the hell had he kissed her? Had they been doing more? Behind my back? When I’d been asleep, or had detentions? How long had they been keeping the act up!?
More importantly, how could he have done this to me? After what Melissa did to me?
It was third year. I was by the lake with Scorpius. We were trying to write letters to our parents, to convince them that us being friends was fine, not a bad thing at all. Our parents still loathed eachother. Stupid Malfoy-Weasley rivalry. I sighed and peered at Scorpius’ watch. It was almost three in the afternoon.
“Shit Scorp, I gotta go, date with Samuel, remember?”
He strained a smile, “Yeah, go on, but if he breaks your heart, tell him I will kill him,” He hesitated, “With your permission of course.”
“You have my permission.” I smiled. And with that I set off towards the castle without a backwards glance. Samuel Ganter was a boy I had fancied for just over a year, so you can imagine the excitement when he asked me, Rose Weasley, out. He hadn’t said where we were going, but like I cared.
I almost sprinted into the Entrance, and nearly knocked Samuel flying.
“Woah, steady on there Rose.” He laughed, “Anyway…” He produced a single Red Rose out from behind his back, “A Red Rose, for my Rose.”
I inwardly cringed—I hated Roses, fullstop. I preferred Lilies. They were just so much nicer. And ironically, my baby cousin Lily (she wasn't actually a baby, she was just one of the youngest) adored Roses. Strange. I hid my grimace, and managed to change it into a smile, “Thanks,” I said, taking the Rose and sniffing it, trying not to sneeze, “You shouldn’t have.”
“Oh, but I just had to.” He smiled, holding his hand out. I took it, and he led me to the kitchens.
“Now, what I am about to show you, is something that only us Hufflepuffs know about,” He said, putting a finger to his lips, “You musn’t tell anyone.”
I bit my lip—I’d already been here, plenty of times before with Alice, Frankie and Scorp. Instead of telling him this, I put my own finger to my lips and nodded, “I won’t say a word.”
He tickled the pear on the portrait and pulled me through the entrance. We were immediately greeted by a crowd of house elves, all squealing, asking us what we’d like to eat, and would we like to take a hamper? Samuel waved his hand at them all, and took me through to the back, where there was a trap door.
Now, I actually hadn't been here.
“This leads to a very special place.” He told me, opening the door and sliding through into the gap and out of sight. I followed him, and found myself in an underground cavern, which must have been deep beneath the school—although, not quite as far down as the Chamber of Secrets.
In all honesty, it was quite beautiful, with wisteria-looking plants draping the walls, and stalagmites lining all around, with little pools of water nestled amongst various water plants. All well and good, but it just wasn’t my type of setting. If I were any other person, I would have fallen in love with the place.
Samuel took my silence as astonishment, and simply grinned at me, “I know, it’s amazing.” He held tight onto my hand and took me through to a smaller version of the cavern, this time with a small rug on the floor with a basket full of food. I was almost ready to leave at that point, but the sight of the food just kept me rooted to the ground.
We ate and laughed and I found myself falling for Samuel—Yes, he knew almost nothing about me, but he was really nice, and had tried hard to impress me. I was glad I gave him a chance. He was everything I’d ever really dreamed of in a guy, and I know that sounds corny, but it was true.
After a while, Samuel stood up, “I really need to take a bathroom break, I promise, I’ll be back in five minutes,” He said, brushing his trousers down, “Now, you stay here.”
“Alright, but don’t be too long.” I said, standing up too, and putting my hands on his shoulders, “I’ve had a great night so far. There’s just one thing that’d make it a little better.”
He smiled down at me then hooked his arms around my waist, then leant down and kissed me. And I didn’t feel anything. No spark like they talk about in the movies, no warmth, no nothing. I hid my dissapointment, “I’ll be waiting.” I told him. He pecked me on the cheek then walked off back the way we came. I sighed to myself and sat down on the rug.
Five minutes passed, and he still wasn’t back. I fidgeted for a while, couting the number of limpets in the pool near me. There were thirty two.
Another five minutes passed, and there wasn’t any sign of him. I wrung my hands nervously—what if he’d just left me here? I didn’t even know how to get out! I decided to wait another ten minutes, before slowly getting to my feet and walking towards the larger cavern. I fumbled in the gloomy darkness for a while until I saw a crack of light.
I reached the trapdoor, and opened it wide, climbing out and brushing myself down. I straightened up and headed out the kitchens and in the direction of the nearest boy’s toilets. I had almost reached the ground floor loos when I passed one of the many broom cupboards in the school, and heard noises escaping from it.
Curiousity got the better of me as I strode over and flung the door open, half expecting to find James with one of his new toys, or Dom with one or two of her blokes.
But what I found was not what I expected.
“Oh, hi Rosaline.” Giggled Melissa breathlessly, as she tugged her shirt down, pulling on her skirt to make it look less rumpled, “Little awkward isn’t it?”
I just stared past her at the boy next to her, who was looking a little sheepish—It was Samuel. The boy I had been falling for—My first kiss. I really thought he was nice, thought he wouldn’t use me, or cheat. But he did. With Melissa. The girl who had been trying to make my life hell since I first got to Hogwarts. And she’d made my life even worse, by taking the first person I’d truly felt feelings for away.
“Rose, I—“ Samuel started, but I didn’t want to hear it. I slapped him hard round the face and fled, my hand stinging as I ran. From that day forward, my hatred for Melissa rose, and I never wanted to have anything to do with her again.
I sniffed and sat upright again, swinging my legs over the side of the bed. I stuffed my feet into my fluffy slippers and trudged over to the window. A thin mist was covering the glass, which I wiped away half heartedly. I peered outside, and caught sight of the Durmstrang ship docked in at the lake, with the Beauxbatons carriage parked closely by.
How could Scorpius do this to me? After I spent a whole three weeks sobbing on his shoulder, after my first heart break? After Melissa Johnston caused my heartbreak? The tears began to well up again, but I brushed them roughly aside—I was a Weasley, I was stronger than this.
Or not, I thought as I sank into my bed. I tucked my feet in and lay my head back onto the pillow, thinking up ways to kill Melissa Johnston. I must say, it was rather satisfactory.
When I woke up, I immediately knew the others had already gone down to breakfast. I glanced at my clock and saw I had slept for over twelve hours. A second glance told me I was actually an hour late for lessons. Oh well, I was dealing with a crisis, school could wait.
I was just about ready to dive back underneath the covers when the door slammed open, and I spun round to see a frantic Alice there, with a worried Frankie just behind.
“ROSE!” Alice shrieked, throwing herself at me.
I escaped from her suffocating hug, panting for breath, “What? I just want to hibernate.” I moaned, wincing at Alice as she gave me her famous death-glare.
“Nuh uh. You did not come down for your dinner, nor your breakfast. YOU ARE NOT GOING TO SLEEP AGAIN, AND YOU ARE ALSO GOING TO TELL ME WHY YOU FREAKED OUT IN THIS WAY!” She bellowed.
My eardrums were about to burst. Thankfully, Frankie stepped in, shoving Alice back slightly, much to her displeasure, “Rosie, we’re just worried about you, tell us what’s wrong.” He said quietly, walking over to sit beside me. Alice hesitated, seemingly on the line between shouting at me and comforting me. She chose the latter. Thank Merlin.
She ran over and wrapped her arms around me tightly, “I’m sorry,” she whispered, “I was just really worried, like Frankie said.”
I nodded and buried my face into her shoulder.
“You ready to talk?” Frankie asked calmly. I bit my lip. Should I tell them?
“No.” I mumbled, “Don’t need you to worry about my problems.”
“It’s our job as your bestest buddies to worry about all of your problems, whether you like it or not.” Frankie stated, “Now, are you going to tell us now, or wait until James, Fred and Albus get here, because I’m pretty sure they’ve noticed your absence.”
“I’ll tell you now.” I said quickly. I did not want James and Fred begging for an excuse to finally punch Malfoy. “Well… Frankie you saw what happened between Malfoy and Johnston.” He nodded and whispered something to Alice, who mouthed ‘oh’ and had the look of realisation dawned on her face.
“Well, I freaked out about that. “ And a few other things.
“That’s not it though.” Alice said, reading my mind again. I nodded briefly and filled her in on the Samuel story.
She gasped, “So all this time… We thought you hated Melissa simply because she stalked Scorpius?”
I tried to smile but I think it ended up as a sort of grimace. “Yeah. I just—She makes my life unbearable sometimes.”
“She’s unbearable to everyone, and has been since she was born.” Frankie said softly, “It’s not just to you.”
This didn’t make me feel any better though, “Yeah, but Scorpius kissed her! In front of the paparazzi! You know how they like juicy stories! This is going to be a double page spread at least, if not the front cover!”
Suddenly, all the anger I had managed to keep inside bubbled up, “AND HE KNEW, HE KNEW HOW MUCH I HATED HER, ESPECIALLY SINCE I CRIED ON HIM FOR A MONTH! A MONTH!!”
“Calm down Rosie.” Alice told me.
“I can’t.” I whispered, “And I can’t forgive him either.”
Alice and Frankie exchanged looks but kept silent. We sat there quietly for a few moments until, “You know, Frankie now fancies Dom.” Alice was grinning at me as Frankie hit her.
I smiled wearily, “Our Dom?”
Alice ignored Frankie’s feeble attempt of hurting her and nodded, “Yep, I read his diary.”
“It's a man-journal, not a—HEY! WHEN DID YOU READ MY MAN-JOURNAL?” Frankie yelled as he stopped hitting Alice, realising he was failing miserably. He slumped over and sulked whilst Alice and I planned how to get Dom to notice Frankie.
“We could hang him from the astronomy tower when she goes to the owlery.” I suggested, glancing at Frankie out the corner of my eye. Yep, he was still grumpy.
“Great idea!” Responded Alice, grinning like the chesire cat, “She’ll see him and then she’ll run over, and save him, and then they’d get married.”
“Shutup.” Grumbled Frankie, clapping his hand over Alice’s mouth. She screwed her face up as she struggled to prise Frankie’s hand away.
“UGH!” Yelped Frankie, leaping up, “You licked me!”
“What can I say,” Alice laughed, “We’re twins, we share the same spit.”
“Ok, let’s just stop there.” I warned them, feeling considerably better since the whole Scorpius, Melissa thing.
Footsteps were heard, thundering up the stairs. I rolled me eyes, “Brace yourselves…” I muttered sideways to Alice and Frankie.
“Rose? Rose! Are you alright?”
“Shall I go kick his butt for you?”
“I’ll de-man him for you!”
I faced Albus, Fred and James warily, “Al, I’m ok, and you don’t need to kick his butt for me Freddie. At least, not yet.” I told them, “And Jamesie, what do you mean, ‘de-man’ him?”
“I have a vague… idea.” Alice whispered to me. I ignored her, “Well Jamesie?”
“Rosieee,” Whined James, “Don’t call me that. And it means I will kick him in a special place, thereby removing all traces of manliness and manlihood from him.”
“Sounds fun.” I grinned, “But not yet.” I hastily added as James cracked a smile and made to run out the dorms, probably to wherever Scorpius was.
“Yeah, not yet,” Alice said, flicking her hair over her shoulder. I squinted at Albus, and saw he physically swooned. Dear mother of Merlin. He was hooked. Alice continued, oblivious, “I think we should at least give him a chance to explain himself.”
“Mmm,” Frankie mumbled incoherently, “I fink we should wai’ it out fo’ a bit, ‘n’ shee wha’ he doesh.”
“What are you eating?” I asked him, exasperated. I faced him and saw him stuffing his face with chocolate frogs. I rolled my eyes—He was always eating. You just turn around, and see him eating with a glazed expression on his face.
“Anyway Frankie, that my friend, is a valid point.” I remarked, folding my arms and nodding, “It’s a brilliant idea. See what he does, see if he’s worthy of our forgiveness. If not, I give you all free reigns to ‘remove all traces of manliness and manlihood’
James cackled evilly as Fred rubbed his hands together like a power-maniac. I do worry about them sometimes.
“In the meantime though, we shall all ignore him.” Albus said, throwing an arm around me protectively. Sometimes I appreciated the Wotters and their over-protectiveness. It came in handy at times when, I don’t know, say my heart’s been broken, smashed to pieces, shot with a muggle machine gun, crucioed before my very eyes, and pissed on by a troll.
This didn’t really count as breaking my heart though… more like my trust.
It had been a whole week. A whole week without Scorpius around. And although it seems better for me to stay out of his way so I don’t get upset, I personally feel crushed without him there making jokes, tugging my red hair and tripping Albus up. It just didn’t seem the same.
Only this morning I was all ready to bound over to him, give him a hug and say sorry, but Dom, who had appeared ever since James had told her about Scorpius, firmly steered me away from him. Much to my dismay.
But in brighter thoughts, the Durmstrang students had arrived, wearing thin tunics and shorts. They were mental—it was almost SNOWING! Even yesterday I saw them all swimming out in the lake. With just trunks on. I’m surprised their manly parts didn’t freeze off.
The Beauxbaton students were obnoxious twats in all honesty. They stuck in packs and wafted around the castle airily, complaining about ‘zee ‘orrible poltergeist’, and ‘zee terreeble decorations’, and ‘zee lack of ‘ot guys’. No really, I heard one group of them debating about this. Stupid Frenchies, I know for a fact that several of them were eyeing up James and Fred hungrily. Hell, some of the younger ones were staring at my brother, drinking in his image.
I shuddered. I just couldn’t think of my brother in any other way than the kid who peed all over the ceiling and walls of a restaurant toilet when we were younger. My mother had to clean it up without magic whilst the muggle manager watched her like a hawk to make sure she didn’t run off.
Some muggles are pricks.
Has to be said.
So anyway, whilst the whole of the boy population tried to get the Beauxbaton girls into their beds, and the girls tried to hit on the Durmstrang lot, the rest of us were eagerly awaiting the small ceremony where they showed us the goblet.
Well, those of us who read Hogwarts: A more calculated History—A book that my mother had written recently, and I must say, it is actually very interesting. It’s a hell lot better than Cho Chang’s version of it.
“Rose, did you hear what I said?”
“Huh?” I mumbled, still staring opposite me—the place Scorpius should be. I was in the Great Hall eating dinner. I had yet again failed to ignore the fact that Scorpius was missing from the room. I sighed and picked up a small roll and used it to swirl my soup around.
“Rose, forget him, he wasn’t that important to you. You couldn’t have been too important to him for him to do what he did without a second thought.” Dom said harshly, stuffing several grapes into her mouth. Her words stung, even though they shouldn’t have. She was right, Scorpius wasn’t that important, he wasn’t my family, he was just one of my old friends, and friendships change. It’s not like I was romantically involved with him or anything.
That would hurt. No doubt Scorpius would hurt after Albus was through with him.
“Dom, shut up, she is important to him, you’d have to be an idiot not to realise that.” Came a voice from behind me. I swivelled my head and saw an angry James there, seething and gritting his teeth. “You can’t just say that Dom, not when you’ve only just realised Rose and Scorpius’ friendship. If you had you would have known how much they mean to each other. They’re inseparable, like brother and sister.”
“How dare you imply I ignore my baby cousin!” Dom shrieked indignantly, “Rosie is one of my favourite baby cousins, I’m helping her to ignore the person who has hurt her.” She spat, almost hissing the last two words.
“Dom, let me handle it. You don’t know what’s best for Rose. And nor do I, but you have to listen to what she wants, and if she wants to finally see Scorpius, then so bloody be it! If you aren’t going to let her, then you’d better stay away from her, so that I can help her!”
“James, piss off, Rose doesn’t need you here! She’s got me!” Dom glared at James, who gave her his best death glare. I looked between them anxiously. Why the hell were they making me choose?
“You’re both bloody cousins, why are you fighting?!” I shouted, causing them both to break their gaze and turn to face me.
“We’re fighting,” James growled, “Because she thinks she is helping you, but in actual fact, she isn’t!”
“That’s not true, Scorpius doesn’t deserve to be her friend, not after his little snog session there with Bitchy McBitch face.” Dom protested.
“In case you haven’t noticed, Dominque, Scorpius has been very close to tears every time I have spoken to him, and the only time I’ve seen him break down was when Rose here was in a coma.” James began. Dom tried to interrupt, but James was on a roll, “And where were you when Rose was unconscious in the Hospital wing?”
That was a valid point. Though it did hurt a bit. Where was the rest of my family when I needed them?
But wait-- Since when was James talking Scorpius?
“I, I was busy. A-and Pomfrey doesn’t let you have a lot of visitors, and—“
“Pathetic. How could you be too busy to see your baby cousin, Dom? How?!” James retorted, sizing himself up against Dom. I was pleased to say that Dom visibly shrank under James’ gaze, and mumbled something before running from the Hall.
I watched her leave before turning to James, “Is he really close to tears?”
James fidgeted, “He’s gone past that stage. He was in his dorm, last time I checked, crying his eyes out. I was just protecting his manliness.”
“Well, why do you care about him? Pretty sure you hated him because we were friends.”
“That was before—I see now that you guys are good friends, which is why you can’t let this come between you!”
“Well, sorry for getting a bit pissed off, but he snogged Melissa in front of a reporter, you know, the girl who ruined my first chance at a relationship!” I said, my eyes filling up, threatening to spill. I blinked them away.
“No, Melissa snogged him.”
“Same thing!” I argued. What did it matter? I didn’t matter who started it, he didn’t exactly recoil.
“You need to talk to him.”
“Don’t want to.” I mumbled stubbornly. I did want to see him.
James smirked, “You know you want to.” He told me teasingly. “Room of Requirement, midnight, be there or be square.”
I sighed as he strode off, and groaned as Albus, Frankie and Alice burst into the Great Hall, and joined me at the table.
“Where the bloody hell have you lot been?” I asked rudely, scraping a carrot with my finger nails so it peeled.
“Sorry we didn’t tell you, but we hexed Melissa in the corridor earlier, before you ran off to eat.” Albus said, out of breath, “Or not eat.” He said, pointedly staring at my full plate. I whined and pushed it away, “I’m not hungry. And besides, I've got a lot on my plate at the moment.”
"I can see that." Albus stated, gesturing to my plate. I groaned and hit him.
Albus eyed me warily before continuing, “Anyway, we heard her boasting to her friends about how she and Scorpius were having an arranged marriage! Even I know Scorpius wouldn’t do that, and then me, Frankie and Alice both cast three different hexes at her. She sprouted a rhino horn, had her skin turn blue, and her hair turn orange, and she had several tentacles erupting all over her. It was quite amusing.”
“Mmm, but then Filch caught us and took us to McGonagall, and we had a small detention just now, because it apparently wasn’t too serious.” Alice said, smiling at me.
I must have looked pretty confused because then Frankie expanded, “I think McGonagall had heard about… Melissa and Scorpius.”
“Yeah! Gossip spreads like wild-fire around here. Terrible really, but still fun!” Alice grinned, help herself to one of my carrots. I snarled at her and she growled back.
“Feral freaks.” Frankie muttered under his breath, But not quietly enough.
“What did you say Frankie, my dear?” Alice asked, frighteningly sweet and innocent. She had her teeth bared into a creepy smile as she waited for Frankie’s answer.
“Nothing!” He squeaked, ducking his head and shying away from Alice who was now glaring at him. She suddenly laughed and hugged him tightly. “Aw, my little bro.” She squealed, ruffling Frankie’s hair.
“I’m the eldest.” Frankie protested, slipping away from Alice. “What’s brought this sudden spurt of happiness on?”
Alice’s expression grew dark, “Nothing!” She spat angrily, turning away from Frankie.
He looked at me and mouthed, “What’s gotten into her lately?”
I shook my head. I really didn’t know, Alice was either usually one or the other for a month at least before her mood changed—She never had mood swings like this, even when she was PMSing. I sighed inwardly and poked at the remaining carrots on my plate. Frankie watched me carefully, “You need to actually eat those Rose.” He told me, anxious.
“I’m not a kid, I can look after myself Frankie.” I argued, pushing my plate away, grabbing my bag and making my way to the dorms.
What the bloody hell was wrong with Alice? She never acted this strange, in fact the last time she was like this, Micky Davies had…
Oh my sweet Merlin.
Last time this happen, she had fallen for Micky Davies.
She never falls for people. But she had. Alice had fallen, and she’d fallen hard by the looks of it.
With this thought running through my mind, I frowned as I clambered into bed, waiting for sleep. But when it came, it was full of nightmares.
I was in the tower, working on an essay, when I heard someone climb through the portrait hole. I looked up, surveying the empty room before settling my eyes on the lonesome figure, and immediately a warmth spread from my stomach right down to my toes.
I smiled as Scorpius approached me, beams all round. He was speaking to me, but I couldn’t hear him. He came ever closer, then I caught what he was saying, “Melissa…Melissa, is it you?”
I jumped away from him, startled. He walked even closer as I stepped backwards, until I felt a solid surface beneath me. Scorpius was still headed in my direction, “Melissa? Melissa, is it you?”
Then he stopped. He hesitated only for a moment before a sneer found home on his face, “You aren’t Melissa. You’re just Rose. Rosie. Just Rosie.”
I shrank against the wall, tears slipping free as Scorpius’ gaze hardened and grew ever colder, stonier. “Ring a ring of Roses…”
He roughly brushed my tears away, a gesture which he would have usually done, and yet it was different, with his eyes full of hatred. Full of hatred for me.
“…A pocket full of Poses.” He said, spitting out the last word as he pulled out his wand. My eyes followed the movement as he brought the wand up to face me. It felt as though my gut had been wrenched from me. My friend Scorpius, the one who stuck up for me, was turning his wand on me.
A shiver went down my spine as he said those words. I had a bad feeling.
“…Atishoo.” I could feel the hairs on my arms raise up as goose bumps made themselves visible.
“We all fall down.” He snarled, slashing his wand in a downwards motion, causing a rippling white hot pain to course through my body like fire. I heard someone screaming in the distance as I sank to the floor, with my hands over my ears. The screams where ghastly, chilling, and were ringing in my ears.
I had my eyes clenched tightly shut, so much so that the tears that had built up could not run free. I opened my eyes for a second, and glanced up to see Melissa standing triumphantly at Scorpius’ side, their arms linked as they laughed at me.
Their laughter mingled with the ear-splitting screams, which I knew now had come from me, until darkness surrounded me. Although the laughter faded, the screams still rang strong, until I felt strong arms shaking me.
“Rose, ROSE, CAN YOU HEAR ME?”
“She won’t stop!”
“Stop it Rosie, Rosie, stop it, you’re scaring me, please, just stop!”
“ROSIE!” A young voice screamed, choked with tears. I knew this person. I removed my hands from my ears and stopped screaming abruptly, turning to where the voice had come from, and immediately felt my heart flip over.
My baby cousin Lily was standing there, tears dripping down onto her clothes and Albus knelt beside me. He had his arm around my shoulders, which I barely noticed were shaking. A second glance told me James and Freddie were standing half in the shadows with a frantic Dom. Frankie and Alice were next to Lily, Alice with her hands clutching Lily’s tightly.
I almost began crying with relief, but stopped myself in time—they weren’t real, they weren’t actually here, they were just here to torment me, to hurt me. I screeched and curled up, bring my knees close to my head, pulling at my own hair, covering my ears, screaming again, trying to drown out the others.
“Rose, please, stop! It’s us! It’s me, Lily, your bonam floris remember? Remember the pact we made when I was five and you were seven? In the woods?”
My mind automatically cast itself back several years ago. Lily and I had found a fairy circle, a ring of mushrooms in a clearing in the forest near to our home. We had searched for fairies for a good hour, but to no avail. We had finally given up and had sat in the circle, plaiting and braiding each others hair with the wild flowers that were growing in the hollow of a large oak tree.
“I’m Lily.” She had chirped happily, “But my flavourite flower is Rose.”
I had smiled lopsidedly, due to both my front teeth having fallen out recently, “I’m Rose,” I had lisped, twirling a small flower between my fingers, “But my fav’rite flower is Lily.”
We had laughed, then a sudden idea struck me, “We’re like flower sisters,” I told her, and her eyes widened happily as she clapped her pudgy hands together.
“Packet, packet, packet.” She sang as she pulled several flowers into her lap.
“Pact?” I asked her, and she nodded. “A pact then, for us to be bonam floris forever!” I quickly knotted several flowers into a bracelet and slipped it onto her wrist. I helped her make one for me and pulled in on my own wrist. With the wrists with the bracelets, we clasped hands and said together, “Bonam floris, forever.”
“Rosie, what does Bonam floss mean?” Lily asked, touching her bracelet gently.
“It’s bonam floris, and mummy taught me a little bit of latin to help me understand spells more. It means good flower. But to us, it means more—we are flower sisters.”
From that day, although it wasn’t a bond made with a wand and a binding spell, it was a bond all the same, and it was always present between us, even if we barely saw eachother to different and busy timetables.
My mind travelled to the present. They were real. They were actually real. I let my defences down and cried on Lily’s shoulder as she ran forwards, “I’ve still got it,” she whispered, “The bracelet. Our bond will never end, until we die. They have preserving spells, remember, which are only broken when the caster is deceased.”
I sniffed, and breathed in her flowery scent, reminding me of home, and the woods where we had found the fairy circle. I was glad for my Floris, or my Floss as Lily had called it years ago.
“Floss.” I mumbled into her shoulder as she hugged me tightly.
I heard her give a watery laugh before handing me over to Al, who sat me down on my bed. It was only then I realised I must have rolled out of bed. I was surprised I didn’t wake up.
“You were screaming. We couldn’t wake you.” Al told me.
“Yeah, but then you were awake, which was good.” Frankie put it.
“But you were possessed almost, rocking, clutching at your hair, screaming like a banshee.” Alice added.
“It was bloody scary.” Freddie said from the corner. James patted him on the back, “Don’t do that again Rosie.” He said simply before they both left. I stared at them as they left.
“Lily,” I whispered, catching her attention, “Want to talk. ‘lone.”
She nodded, “Al, Alice, Frankie, would it be alright if you left for just a little.” They all shuffled out obediently. Lily sank onto my bed, “So, what was that about?” She asked, her voice still slightly shaky.
“Scorpy.” I managed to get out. My throat was unbelievably dry, my lips were cracked and I was finding it hard to swallow. Lily must have noticed because she quickly conjured up a glass of water for me, which I downed in one.
“Scorpius was there. But it was bad. It was all bad!” I cried, remembering the dream in more details. Tears threatened to make an appearance but I wiped them away with my sleeve.
“You need to talk to him.” She replied simply. I nodded slowly then crawled underneath the covers to get some proper sleep, “Think of happy things, like Jilly.” Lily told me. Jilly, as if accioed, leapt onto my bed and curled up next to my head. She licked my cheek. So now she was a dog. Thought she was an owl before.
“See?” Lily said, smiling softly, “Jilly will keep the nightmares away.” She hugged me and kissed my cheek before leaving the dorm once again. Nobody from my dorm had come up yet. Maybe they had been asked to clear out whilst I was dealt with. If that was true, I was grateful. I would never let anybody see me in such a state.
Then I remembered I had the chance to speak to Scorpius.
I checked my clock. It was five minutes to midnight, I still had time.
A/N So yeah, HEY GUYSS! Thanks again to those of you who reviewed, THE DAY THE HAPTER WAS VALIDATED! It made me so happy, and I was more enthusiastic about writing, that I even started writing chapter 10 ON PAPER. I usually hate writing on paper because it's effort. It effortLESS on a computer.
So what do you think of Lily? She's making her first proper appearance now. Do you think she and Rose have a special bond because of the pact they made in the woods all those years ago?
And what do you think of the nightmare Rose had? Not like her to have a twisty dream like that.
For those of you who skipped (though I doubt many of you did) Rose basically had a very vivid dream, which imapcted her mentally, until Lily came to her rescue.
Please review, it means so much, as do the reads. 1100+ I can't believe it! xx
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