Chapter 14 : The Champions
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“Never try an’ get a straight answer out of a Centaur. Ruddy star-gazers. Not interested in anythin' closer'n the Moon.” Is a quote from Hagrid in Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone, pg 185, line 28 to be exact. (By JK.Rowling, obviously)
“The muggle police said that she’d just been kicked out of her house by her boyfriend. She was spending the night in the car.” Teddy put in. “Hermione told us. Harry and Ron had to go down there to check it had nothing to do with us wizards. They initially thought it was a suicide, but she seemed a happy woman. So then the aurors were called in by the head police officer to see if it was possible that she was under the imperius curse.”
“Merlin… that’s awful!” Lily said, her face grey.
I felt shivers go up my spine, “But what’s Nee-Nee got to do with this?”
“She predicted it was going to happen.”
“She what?!” Was the first thing I had said once I had come to my senses. Nymphadora, my little god-daughter, had predicted someone’s death?
Victoire repeated what had been said, while the three of us sat back, dazed.
“Why are you telling us this?” Lily asked in a small voice, evidently scared by this horrific news.
“As family, you ought to know.” Teddy told us, his fingers interlocked and under his chin as he surveyed us.
“Uh, I’m not actually family…” Scorpius mumbled, so we could barely hear him. But because both Victoire and Teddy are descended from part or whole were-wolves, they both had pretty accurate hearing.
“You will be soon.” Teddy said shortly, confusing both myself and Lily as well as Scorpius. “But that’s beside the point,” He continued. “I need you to speak to Firenze for me… he’ll know what to do, only I’ve never gotten more than a nod from him. So I’ll need you to ask about Nymphadora for me.”
“I still don’t understand.” I said, frowning deeply.
“Nymphadora can predict the deaths of people. She knows their full names for some odd reason. And like you said, she seems to change into the future image of a person, and speak in their voice. I think, what she says in their voice is their last words.”
Huh. I still didn’t understand.
“What you described to me about Melissa and Nymphadora, is basically what she did all this week. She kept saying her teacher’s name, today’s date, and saying these words in her teacher’s voice, ‘you can’t do this to me.’, straight after she morphed into her teacher.” Teddy said, slowing his words down so that hopefully, the cogs in our brains would go round.
Then I understood.
“So she predicted Melissa’s death?” I asked, horrified. I may not have liked Melissa, but it was a horrible thing to know her date of death.
“Hopefully not. We’re hoping this was a one off thing. Nymphadora said Melissa would die on the 3rd of January, 2026. Meaning she’d die when she was 20.” Victoire added. She slipped her hand into Teddy’s large ones and clung tight.
“That’s horrid.” Lily said, still looking petrified.
“Exactly. So we’re really hoping that it was a coincidence that Nymphadora predicted her teacher’s death correctly, and that all future predictions—if any—are false. That’s why—“
“—We need to see Firenze. The Centaurs can read the stars. They’ll know what’s happening.” Scorpius said, finding his voice.
We left pretty quickly after giving our many cousins a quick explanation of what was going on. Louis pondered for a moment before coming with us. Merlin knew we would need his brains in deciphering what Firenze said. Centaurs are baffling.
Firenze had stayed to teach Divination, and although I thought Divination was a waste of time, it was enjoyable enough if you were taught by Firenze. His classroom had been magically changed to look like a forest clearing, and it was positively wonderful.
Firenze luckily wasn’t sleeping, and he let us in straight away when we said we needed his help. He listened without once interrupting as Louis, Lily, Scorpius and I parroted what we knew.
Once we had shut up, we watched Firenze hopefully, and it was many moments before he spoke. “The Kora is holding the Raven in her right hand. In her left, the skull.” He paused, and looked upwards to where the ceiling should have been. Instead, the starry night sky twinkled back at him. “It will be hot tomorrow. Hades is angry. His time is up.” He peered at us all, pawing the ground slightly, but not in a I’m Going To Charge And Knock You Down sort of way, but a I’m Thinking, Don’t Speak Please kind of way.
Scorpius, being a prat, opened his gob to say something. It was lucky I was watching him, and I jabbed my elbow into his ribs to make him shutup. Firenze wasn’t finished yet.
“Ecce novam Reginam.” Firenze said, winding his little… whatever it was up.
Well that made sense.
Firenze remained silent as he gazed up at the night sky. I sighed, knowing that’d be all we’d get from the professor. As we backed out of the classroom, I remembered something Hagrid had said in our second year, when we briefly went over Centaurs in care of magical creatures. Centaurs do not bode well to being thought of as ‘common mules to scrutinise’. They weren’t ‘half-horse, half-person’ either apparently.
Hagrid had said, “Never try an’ get a straigh’ answer out of a Centaur. Ruddy star-gazers. Not interested in anythin’ closer'n the Moon.” He had chuckled and told us he had a sense of déjà vu, then he wandered off and drank himself silly. The only reason I know that is because I had overheard some house elves whispering about how they had gone down to check if Hagrid had any Pumpkins big enough for Halloween.
I had no idea why he drank himself into a stupor, but when I asked Uncle Harry, he smiled ruefully and told me it had things to do with his second year at Hogwarts. Weird.
“Did anyone else not get it, or was it just me?” Lily asked us as we ambled towards the common room afterwards.
“I had no clue what he was on about.” I admitted, although I had been nodding along, pretending I did.
“Me neither.” Scorpius grumbled. He too had been feigning a look of ease as Firenze spoke about random what not.
“Well, you three are in luck! I happen to have a fantabulous memory. And I’m fairly clever. I’ll go over this with James. You shouldn’t ever underestimate that boy you know.” Louis chirped, pushing his blond hair out of his face. Yep, All three of the Weasley-Delacour children were lucky enough to inherit their mother’s veela genes. So no ginger hair for them. Lucky sods.
“You modest child.” I said. I put Louis in a headlock, and ruffled his hair while he gasped for breath and scrabbled at my arm.
“Do that again, and I’ll bite you.” Louis snarled. But his grin told me he was only joking. Had it been Dominique saying such a thing, she would have followed through without hesitating. She seemed to have inherited her father’s habits of growling like a wolf.
Even Teddy wasn’t that bad, and he was descended from an actual were-wolf!
We found the other lot of the Weasley’s (including the ones in other houses) in our common room, squished shoulder to shoulder on the sofa’s. James was sitting on Albus, who was complaining about how ‘everyone sat on him’, and Alice and Frankie were standing by the fireplace looking awkward. They hadn’t met my entire family before, because back in the good ol’ days (sarcasm) when they all mostly hated Scorpius, none of my family bothered getting to know us.
And they sort of hated Alice and Frankie for being friends with Scorpius. I have a nice family.
They forgave me and my friends including Scorpius when he caught me during the Quidditch tryouts. And that was only because of what James did.
I find it strange that this time last year, James was doing his best to rip Scorpius to shreds, and this year they’re like best buddies.
As soon as my family saw us, they all started talking over one another, asking questions.
“Bloody shut up!” Lily yelled, oddly out of character. She was usually fairly quiet, calm and collected. She grinned sheepishly at me as the common room fell silent. There were only a few second years playing gobstones, but they were busy concentrating on the other side of the common room to care about our little family gathering.
James put his hand up. Lily rolled her eyes, “Yes?”
“What happened?” James asked. The others murmured to one another, also wanting to know.
Lily looked to Louis for help, and he cleared his throat loudly. “We went to see Firenze. We told him what happened, and said, and I quote, ‘The Kora is holding the Raven in her right hand. In her left, the skull. It will be hot tomorrow. Hades is angry. His time is up. Ecce novam Reginam.’”
“Well that makes a lot of sense.” James said, with a strange expression on his face.
“I know, I don’t see why he couldn’t give us a straight answer.” I said, thinking James was being sarcastic.
“No, it genuinely makes a lot of sense.”
I felt stupid. “You know long words like genuinely?” I said, to hide my embarrassment.
“I’m cleverer than you think.”
Louis faced me, “We need their help.” He said, gesturing to our very extensive family.
I nodded, and quickly arranged everyone in a massive circle.
“Alright,” Louis said, taking up the role of the leader, “We need to decipher what Firenze has said. Part of Divination is things like deciphering, so we should be able to do this. We’ve all done Divination.”
I groaned, as did Scorpius and about three quarters of my family. Barely anyone paid attention in divination. Now I wished we all had.
“First of all,” Louis continued, “Is this. ‘The Kora is holding the Raven in her right hand.’”
I thought hard, but I didn’t understand. A Raven was a bird. Was Nymphadora a bird?
Then, Molly, who was in the same year as James, spoke. “The Kora. I think she’s something like Goddess of the Underworld.”
How the hell was I meant to know that?
“Yeah, I think that’s an important part. You’re right of course.” Louis said, writing what Molly had said down in a notebook he had.
“A Raven is a symbol of death. I know that because I went to visit Uncle Fred’s grave, and there was a Raven carved into the tomb next to the grave. Dad said it meant death.” Roxanne said sadly. Freddie crossed the circle and sat next to her to wrap his arms around her shoulders. Fred could be very sensitive sometimes.
“Good, good.” Louis said, his tongue sticking down as he wrote that down too. “If you hold something in your left hand it can mean justice, but if you hold something in your right it means mercy. As for the skull… I’d say that meant death too.”
“So it’s a very happy message then.” I said, mock cheerfully. I didn’t like the way this was going.
“The next part is… ‘It will be hot tomorrow. Hades is angry. His time is up.’” Louis said, still scribbling away like a maniac.
“The weather. What does the weather mean? It will be hot tomorrow…” Alice repeated, furrowing her brows in concentration.
“It could mean the mood. Like, how weather portrays mood. Like in films and stuff.” Scorpius said. He like watching muggle movies. His father hated the fact that his only son liked muggles.
“Oh… So, if it was rainy, it would be either sadness or passion.” Albus put in. He frowned, then realised something, “If it was hot I think it would mean hard work. Like, everything you do needs more effort. That’s how you feel when it’s hot in real life. I think it would work in this context too.”
Louis agreed with him before… wait for it… yep, writing it down. Scorpius and Albus high fived eachother, shouting loudly ‘MUGGLE MOVIES!’.
Why am I friends with them?
James seemed on a roll that night, as he had apparently figured the next bit out, “Hades is the real God of the Underworld. Kind of like the King I guess. If he’s angry… Then it’s dangerous for whoever made him angry. His time is up could mean he’s being replaced.”
We all stared at him in disbelief.
“When did you get like that?” Lucy asked. She was a sweet girl, in her third year.
“Like what?” James asked, his normal stupidity returning.
“You know, clever.”
James just smiled to himself and didn’t say anything.
“’Ecce novam Reginam.’ That’s the last part” Louis told us.
“That’s LATIN!” I shrieked, feeling proud that I knew that. I thought hard. Ecce novam Reginam…
“I think… I think it means ‘behold. Behold the… Behold the new something.’ I don’t know the last word.” I said, now disappointed that I hadn’t quite got it. Mum had taught me Latin a while back, and I was a bit rusty.
“IT MEANS QUEEN!” Hugo shouted suddenly.
“You know Latin?!” I asked incredulously. I never knew he had been learning it.
He nodded excitedly, “Mum taught me too you know. It means Behold The New Queen.”
What the hell was that supposed to mean?!
“Alrighty… we’ve deciphered it. If it’s done correctly, we should be able to figure out what it means.” Louis said, ripping a page out of his notepad and smoothing it on the floor.
“Wait, you’re telling me that we deciphered all that tosh, just to decipher it AGAIN?!” Lily demanded. Her patience was wearing thin, and I knew that like me, she just wanted to know what was up with Nymphadora.
“I think I’ve got it.” Louis said, ignoring Lily’s last question. “If I’ve—we’ve—got it right, it should mean this: Nymphadora is a vital part of the Underworld. She is now a part of Death for Justice –I’m guessing because of the losses our family and friends had in the War—and for Mercy, although I’m not sure against what. Perhaps to the wrong-doers. They have a chance.
“Hades… it doesn’t literally mean Hades. Nymphadora is the new ‘Hades’ in a way. She is The Kora. The Goddess of the Underworld. But of course, she’s not actually a Goddess. It’s dangerous for Nymphadora, very dangerous. Behold the new queen.” Louis finished off, looking pleased with us all.
“And in plain English please?” Alice asked him politely—a rare occurrence.
Louis opened his mouth to speak, but James spoke over him, “It basically means Nymphadora is a representation of death, because of the suffering our family had. That’s why she can predict deaths. It also means that what she said about Melissa is true. Like Louis said, it’s very dangerous. Nobody outside of the family can know this.” He paused. “Apart for Alice, Frankie and Scorpius. They’re family.”
“Well, I will be…” Alice muttered under her breath. I heard her, and nudged her in the side. She glared at me as I waggled my eyebrows suggestively—no matter what Teddy had said about leaving Alice and Albus alone to figure out their feelings properly, I couldn’t help but whisper in her ear, “Going to marry a certain Potter, are we? Unless it’s my brother. Or Molly!”
Alice scowled and looked at her toes. Then she snorted, “I don’t swing that way, stop hoping.” She joked, so I knew she wasn’t actually mad at me.
“We need to talk… Ooh, I know! Sleepover! Kick Melissa out—Unless she’s still hanging with the snakes—get Lily, dump our pillows and that on the floor. You know the drill. We haven’t had a sleepover in ages.”
“We basically have sleepovers all the time. We share a dorm.”
“No god damn way.”
“You two! Come here.” James’ voice broke up our not so quiet conversation, and got us to sign under everyone’s names on a long piece of parchment.
“What’s this?” I asked.
James sighed heavily, and pinched the bridge of his nose with his eyes shut. “If you were listening, you would have known that this is a contract of sorts. It’ll bind you to this secret, and so you have no choice but to keep it to yourself.”
“Fab.” I said sarcasm leeching into my voice again.
“Hey.” Alice said, as she appeared at my elbow to sign the parchment. “Let’s get the boys there too.”
I span around, nearly jabbing her eye with the quill I had rested between the my thumb and finger. “You can’t be serious?”
She shrugged. “Why not? It’ll be fun. And we can bring the kittens.”
“They’re not really kittens any more. They’re rather big.”
She grinned at me, “Cat party!”
It was nearing midnight when people started going to bed, and soon it was just James, Freddie, Frankie, Albus, Scorpius, Alice, Lily, Hugo, Louis and I. That was still quite a lot of us actually. At least it was less than half of us. Actually no it wasn’t. It was more than half.
“CAT PARTY!!” Alice shouted, not caring that people were doing a certain thing called sleeping. The guys and Lily whooped appreciatively, also not giving a rat’s arse that people were in bed.
And so we ended up waking up our bedraggled dorm mates (accidentally of course), and advising them to take shelter in the common room. They left without hesitation. They had seen a Weasley sleepover before. The whole family had been in one dorm before. We ended up with the bathroom on fire. Don’t ask how, because nobody knows.
Lily threw all of the pillows, duvets and sleeping bags in the middle of the floor, and ran off to gather up the cats: Twoo, Daisy, Catron, Squirm and Bea. Jilly and Shoe were already up in our dorm, snoozing away.
“So… let’s play truth or truth.” James said after a while, stroking Catron absent mindedly. James had come up with ‘truth or truth’ in third year, when he realised nobody ever did the dares as they were too scared of what James would make them do. And so from ‘truth or dare’, ‘truth or truth’ was born.
We agreed, and wriggled and shifted into a sort of circle instead of the mess of bodies we had been before. James grinned evilly, “We’re going clockwise. Alice! You’re first. The question is… who was your first kiss.”
Alice was on my right, so I was next. Although it’d be a while until my turn. Alice was going very red in the face, as she mumbled something incoherently.
“What’s that?” James asked, put his hand to his ear as if it would help him hear what Alice was mouthing.
“Nobody.” Alice said firmly and loudly. “Rose’s turn.” She said quickly, and the attention was diverted from her… to me. Great.
“You all know. It was… JILLY! It was Jilly!” I said. I refused to say my first kiss' actual name, especially after he broke my 13 year old self’s heart. And technically I had kissed Jilly before, when I was in second year. So Jilly was actually my first kiss. My friends nodded, and moved swiftly on.
My friends all had their own first kisses apart from Lily, Louis, Alice, Frankie, and Albus.
As Freddie was on James’ left, he chose the next question. “Who is your favourite Weasley or Potter.” He laughed as we all sent him murderous looks. This was going to be interesting. You could never tell anyone in our family you loved them, without half of your cousins butting in and demanding love. I was born into a family of Morons.
Louis pointed out that we should include the Malfoy’s and Longbottom’s, so the question was quickly changed to ‘who is your favourite person in the room’.
Alice seemed to be the starting point as she spluttered out the name ‘Albus’. It didn’t surprise me. They’d gotten pretty close in the last few months.
“Mine’s a tie.” I said truthfully.
“You lie!” Freddie exclaimed, and he dug out a veritserum. “If you can’t choose, then this will choose for you.”
“I can’t choose.” I said, drooping slightly. I really couldn’t, but veritserum tended to make you blurt out extra information, so I quickly amended my previous statement, “Uh, Scorpius.”
Louis’ was Lily, Hugo’s was me (I found it hilarious, and couldn’t stop laughing, even when my darling brother punched me), Lily’s was Louis, Scorpius’ was me, Albus’ was Alice, Frankie’s was Fred, Fred’s was Frankie, James’ was Scorpius.
I knew the extent of how odd it all was now—before, Fred and James would have chosen eachother, and now James had chosen Scorpius. Who he hated only months ago.
Frankie chose the next one: ‘When did you last wet the bed?’ We went on in such a fashion until we had all mostly drifted off to sleep. Alice was half asleep, leaning her head against Albus as he slept. The only ones wide awake was Lily and Scorpius. I was trying hard to keep my eyes open but was mostly failing, as was Alice.
We had started up a smaller game of truth or truth, and gotten several rounds into it when Alice’s eyelids drooped, and she wrapped herself around Albus’ side, fast asleep.
I myself was about to drop off, but I insisted on playing. It was my turn to ask the question, and I raised my hand in the air, pointing to the ceiling as I fought to stop my eyes from closing. “Who do you want to snog the most right now.” I said, stumbling on my words. Lily said quietly she’d very much like to jump Lysander Scamander right then. I said I’d like to lick Jilly, but then added that she’d scratch my eyes out while I slept, so I wouldn’t bother.
I let myself in to fatigue, and snuggled in my sleeping bag, vaguely hearing Lily say goodnight. I opened one eye wearily and saw Lily curled up next to Albus. She had put two duvets over him and Alice, whilst she had jumped into a sleeping bag. Scorpius was sat down in the middle of the sleeping forms, and I was half aware that he was watching me.
Or Jilly. I wasn’t sure, because Jilly was on my head, and that’s where Scorpius was looking.
Jilly then moved, and stalked off to clean Bea, who was bigger than all of the cats. I was aware that Scorpius was in fact watching me, and not the cat who gave birth to his own cat puff.
I yawned, not paying attention to the fact Scorpius looked like he was in a trance, and rolled over onto my other side, and started falling into a deep sleep.
I heard someone murmuring, and footsteps. “In answer to your question… It’d be you, Rosie.” I felt someone crouch next to me, and brush their lips against my forehead. Then they left.
And I was sure it had been Scorpius.
Monday morning came way too quickly, and after we had all untangled ourselves and laughed ourselves silly at the way Lily and Louis were curled up together like little Mice, we went down to Breakfast together, scaring away the little Gryffindors that were sat in close proximity to us.
I kept sneaking glances at Scorpius as I munched on French toast. Since I had woken up, I had been less sure of what happened last night, and by the end of breakfast I was adamant it had all been a dream. A very weird one at that.
Scorpius acted the same way to me as he usually did, so if anything had happened at all last night, he wasn’t giving out any signs that it did. The Scamander twins joined us, and I noted how Lily turned very red when Lysander asked her to pass the salt. Her blush stayed there even after Lysander had sprinkled both salt and sugar on his toast.
So now there were two possible couples to watch out for: Albice (my name for Alice and Albus), and Lily and Lysander. I didn’t know how to merge their names together. Lysily? Lilsander? Somehow, I didn’t see those names working out.
The foreigners entered halfway through breakfast. I whacked James and Freddie upside the head as they gawped at the Beauxbaton’s snobs. Then James and Freddie did the same to me as I not so subtly gawped open mouthed at Sven Krum, who was looking particularly hot that day.
Breakfast ended too soon for me, and McGonagall clapped her hands together to get everyone to shut up about how hungry they were.
“So… today is the big day. The day we find out the Champions for the Triwizard Tournament!”
We all stopped whining and straightened up, to see the goblet of fire, which McGonagall was standing behind. It had started to glow brilliantly, and McGonagall held her hand out over the flames.
I gasped, half in fright, half in awe, as a scrap of parchment burst out of the goblet at an alarming rate, then started to drift down smouldering, right into McGonagall’s outstretched hand.
“The Champion, for Beauxbatons Academy, is… Viviene Jose” McGonagall stated, her words prim and more enunciated than usual. Some of the Beauxbatons girls burst into noisy tears, and their head teacher went to console them, as the rest of us clapped politely.
A curvy, black haired girl with white, porcelain like skin jumped up from her seat, and trotted over to McGonagall. They shook hands quickly, before Viviene Jose was ushered through a door by Hagrid. She looked very displeased about being escorted by the friendly game keeper, but her smile stayed fixed upon her face.
“And now, The Durmstrang Triwizard Tournament champion…” McGonagall said, as another piece of parchment shot out of the goblet and landed on her palm. “The Durmstrang champion is Sven Krum.”
My breath hitched. Merlin. He’d actually gone and done it. Not only had he broken the rules and entered, but he’d been chosen! Sven stood up, and strode to the Goblet, ignoring the glares of his fellow Students. The applause from Beauxbaton’s and Hogwarts was genuine though—I knew how Beauxbaton’s saw it. A wizard under the age limit. He was going down.
McGonagall gave him a disapproving look as Sven grasped her hand firmly, and was taken away by Hagrid, who was also staring down at Sven with distaste. My heart went out to him—Uncle Harry had been much younger when he entered the tournament. Sven was only a year under the limit, and I thought he should have been congratulated on how he overcame all the spells McGonagall had said wouldn’t fail.
She cleared her throat, annoyance still clear on her face as she caught the next scrap of parchment to fly out of the goblet. Even from where we were all sat, I saw her face visibly pale as she gulped, trying to find the words to continue. “T-the Hogwarts Champion is Scorpius Malfoy.”
I turned to Scorpius who was across from me. He had masked his emotions, and was avoiding my gaze which I was trying so hard to capture. How had he done it? When had he done it?
“Scorp…” I said pleadingly.
“Rose.” He said calmly, in a way which told me he would definitely talk to me later.
“Scorpius Malfoy, please, come up here.” McGonagall said, panic in her voice. Not only had she failed to stop underage people from entering the tournament, but she had let two people under the age limit enter.
Scorpius threw another look my way before walking up to McGonagall, not looking her in the eye. He didn’t shake her hand, but walked quickly on and let Hagrid guide him away.
I sat there, still as a statue, wondering what the hell had happened, and how it had happened. Scorpius was taking part in the Triwizard Tournament?
He’d have told me if he was entering, surely?
I felt someone take hold of my hand, and I looked round to see Lily smiling comfortingly at me. I swallowed uncomfortably and tried to concentrate on what McGonagall was saying. Only, my thoughts were mobbed by Scorpius. What if he died in the Tournament?
Actually, will he be able to take part at all?! Maybe McGonagall will kill him for breaking rules and entering! I wasn’t going to see him again!
I needed to tell Lily all of this so it wouldn’t just be me panicking. I whispered frantically to her, and watched her amused face light up, “Look Rosie, he’ll be fine. When Dad was in the Tournament, he had to take part. He had no choice. They can’t kill or expel Scorpius for entering. And if they did, they’d have to kill Sven too.” She giggled as I felt myself relax.
“Oh good, because I’d miss Scorpius too much if he died or was expelled.” I said. Lily ruffled my hair as if I was a dog. I wasn’t a dog. I’d rather be a cat.
Actually, if I was a dog, I’d be a Malamute. A Malamute is this big ass dog, which I’m pretty sure wouldn’t look out of place carrying a warrior into battle.
Merlin’s saggy pants. I want to ride a Malamute into battle.
McGonagall let us go after a brief on what was to come. The first task would be held a week after the Halloween Ball. The second task was to be held a week before the Valentine’s day Ball, and the final task was to be held a month after the spring Ball. In case you haven’t realised, we have a hell load of Balls. The party, dance-y ones, not the… other ones.
I trudged down to Herbology with Albus, Alice and Frankie. We had no idea where Scorpius was, or whether we’d see him again that day.
I skulked around in the corner of the green house, avoided the venomous plants trying to strangle me.
“Miss Weasley.” Came the voice of one very worried Neville Longbottom.
“Hmm?” I looked up from the centipede I had been watching flutter around people’s legs. Neville looked back at me concerned, but then his Teacherliness (new word) kicked in, and he decided to make my day worse than it already was.
“Please tell me the properties of a Flutterby Bush.” He asked me. I was very aware of the whole class staring at me, and I felt my face heat up. Damn, why didn’t I listen?
I was stuttering out an excuse as to why I had no idea what Neville was asking me, when there was a knock on the greenhouse door. Then someone walked in, apologising for their lateness. It was Scorpius. The dread I had been feeling through Herbology faded, as I shouted out, “SCORPIUS!”
He came over to where Alice, Frankie, Albus and I were standing, somewhat nervously. He grinned sheepishly. “I guess I owe you an explanation…”
“Well duh!” Alice said, snapping her fingers then folding her arms and giving Scorpius a vicious look.
“Later.” Scorpius said. He pinched my cheeks, “Hey Rosie.” He muttered.
“Hey Scorp. I thought McGonagall killed you.”
“Trust me, I was sure she was going to Avada Kedavra me then and there. Of course, Sven was congratulated by his headmaster.” He looked moody as he said this, which was understandable. I may have been blinded by Sven and his geeky hotness, but even I knew it was unfair for Sven to be congratulated when my best friend was looked down on for it.
“Right, so are you going to explain?” Al asked as we settled ourselves at the edge of the Great Lake. Scorpius sighed as he moved the stones and pebbles about distractedly.
“I guess.” He mumbled. He took a deep breath and looked us all in the eye. It was everyone who took part in the Weasley sleepover in our dorm, and we were all waiting to know how Scorpius entered the tournament.
“I got someone to put my name in.” He said. “I don’t want to name them. But I gave them a valid reason, and we went to the Goblet, and they put my name in.”
“Can’t you tell us who helped you?” Begged Alice. She was leaning against Albus in the cutest way.
Don’t tell her I said she and Al were cute. She’ll kill me.
Scorpius shook his head, “I have my reasons for not telling you. At the end of the year I can tell you.”
“I KNOW WHAT HE DID!” James yelled happily. He was beaming at us all, and so was Freddie. Why was it that those two knew everything that went on in the god damn castle?
“Shut it James.” Scorpius growled. James clapped him on the back, “Don’t worry mate, I’m not telling that lot.”
“You’d better not.” Scorpius glared at James as if trying to shoot laser beams at him. That wouldn’t be a good move. Uncle Harry would sue Scorpius, then his dad would go broke from trying to pay the Potters. Mrs Malfoy would have a heart attack from the stress of being in debt, and would die, then Mr Malfoy would die from heart break, and Scorpius would be an Orphan and carted off to some institute in the Himalayas, and destined to shear Llamas for the rest of his miserable life.
“Don’t shoot laser beams at James!” I cried.
Everyone stared at me. Oh Merlin. They of course, hadn’t been thinking the same things that I had. Merlin Merlin Merlin. How did I get myself into these situations?
“Well, as much as we’d love to hear your thoughts Rose, we need to find Teddy and tell him about Nymphadora.” Louis said quickly. I flung my arms around his neck, jabbering on about how he was my saviour and all that jazz. He prised me off him good-naturedly and handed me to Scorpius as if I was an inanimate object which could just be passed around and that.
“You take her Scorp. Merlin knows you’re the only one who actually likes her.” Louis joked. Scorpius paled as I huffed at Louis. I looked up at Scorpius and patted his cheek.
“At least one person wants to be my friend.” I said, scowling at everyone else. They exchanged glances but stayed silent. I sighed. “That’s where you were all supposed to tell me you loved me.”
“Yeah, because that’s gonna happen.” Albus said sarcastically. I raised my eyebrows at his and Alice’s current position. Alice was now almost on Al’s lap.
“Only because you’re too busy being in love with another Al.” I said, hinting oh so subtly at Albus and Alice’s undying love for each other.
They both, predictably, turned red in the face, but didn’t move away from each other. I felt very smug for the rest of the evening. Including the whole hour we all spent in Filch’s office after being caught in the corridor after hours. We’d barely ever been caught by Filch out of bed. Oh Merlin that would be awful if we’d been caught by Filch in bed.
Why did I just think that?
I’m going to be having nightmares forever.
Anyway, a good thing is we told Teddy about Nymphadora.
The bad thing is he cried about it all. For half an hour. In front of his family and students. I gave him a hug and told him it was alright. It could have been worse.
And for once I was right. It could have been worse. As I found out the moment we got back to the common room after finally escaping Filch’s clutches. Oh no, I made him sound like a sexual predator. Wait. He probably is.
Albus had put up another notice on the pinboard, telling us we had practise the everyday for the next fortnight in preparation for our Quidditch match against Ravenclaw. At four in the morning. For three hours. KILL ME NOW.
A/N: Soooooo... How are we all? Fantabulous, honestly. I think I like Louis. He seems a bit camp though. Perhaps I should work on that.
So yeah. School is getting closer. Which means the nightmares about school have made an appearance, HUZZAH! LET THEM END.
And in relation to the story:
Why is Alice acting so Un-Alice around a certain Albus Potter?
Why did Scorpius end up as Hogwarts Champion?
Why hasn't Rose eloped with the Giant Squid yet?
Why haven't I shut up?
Reviews again are appreciated. And AGAIN, if you are confused about something, tell me so I can explain. I know that I get confused sometimes.
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