Chapter 15 : Quitting
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Some people would say Albus Potter was a calm, peaceful lad. Able to control any situation, no matter how dire.
Well, I’d have to disagree.
“You’re WHAT?!” Albus yelled at me. I clutched my head, groaning. Quidditch had taken it out on me, and my proof was a wonderful headache. Somehow, the whole Quidditch Team survived Al’s relentless training schedule (pepper up potions all round), and we managed to thrash Ravenclaw, 210—60. One of our bests, may I just say. It had put us in the lead, as Slytherin and Hufflepuff had already battled it out. Their Quidditch match a month or so back ended in three broken ribs, a sprained wrist, a fractured skull and two broken arms… for the Slytherins. Hufflepuff had taken up a more violent tactic for Quidditch, and Al was dreading the moment we played against them.
Not that I’d be playing Hufflepuff anyway.
“I’m quitting the team.” I repeated, as Albus refrained from killing me there and then.
“Rose, you can’t! You’re one of the best players!” He protested, going quickly from ‘I’m going to kill you’ mode, to ‘Please, I’ll do anything, ANYTHING!’ mode. He was one step away from collapsing on the floor and grabbing my leg in an attempt to make me stay.
“Look Al, I kept missing the quaffle. I let them score, Al, more than once!” I felt pretty ashamed of myself. I had been alright at Quidditch before, but I guess everything had gotten on top of me.
“Rose, you’ll get better, I know you will. Just… just stay. Please?” He begged me. Oh Merlin. I hated doing things like this to my cousins. It made them sad. And therefore made me sad.
“I won’t though. Look, I’m too busy studying for those damn OWLs, and looking up death omens and all that jazz for Teddy so he knows more about Nee-Nee. I’m worried out of my mind for Scorpius, and I don’t need the hassle of getting up in the morning at ridiculous hours, to play crappy Quidditch.” I snapped. My whole body was aching from the strain of keeping up with everyone in Quidditch (Al kept making us run laps around the pitch. LAPS I TELL YOU. RUNNING!!), and I had a throbbing headache. Not to mention how sleep deprived I was.
And Scorpius wasn’t faring too well either. He had the weight of the whole Tournament on his shoulders, and he was still being thoroughly questioned about the whole Goblet of Fire malarkey.
“And Scorpius is quitting too.” I added, remembering what I had come to Albus to do on behalf of my best friend.
“Are you bloody kidding?” Al shouted at me. “So, so now I’ve got to find two replacements for the team?”
“Err, don’t you have subs?” I asked tentatively. I hated it when Albus got angry. He rarely ever did, which made it all one hundred times worse than it actually was.
“That’s beside the point!” Al spat, “I’d have to train them up. So thanks a lot Rose. Seriously. You’ve done me a nice favour here.” Sarcasm. Bitter, bitter sarcasm. It was Al’s final defence in situations like these. And when he used his bitter sarcasm, you knew he was beyond furious with you.
And like I said, I hated it when Albus was angry. But I hated it more when I was the cause of his anger. I turned on my heel and ran from the 4th floor where I had found Al, all the way to the kitchens. I always went to the bloody kitchens. Usually because I was sad, and the food offered me comfort, as did my little Elf friend.
I’m emotionally unstable.
“Miss Weasley, Miss Weasley, I has good news!” Squeaked my favourite house elf the moment I settled myself in the kitchens.
“What is it?” I asked quietly, offering a small smile. Taut beamed at me, wringing out the dishcloth in her hands.
“I is not Taut no more. The Ministry of Magic let Taut change her name!” She squealed, jumping up and down excitedly. She threw her dishcloth away to another House elf, who started wiping tables down.
“You’re allowed to do that?” I asked sceptically, drawing my eyes back to Taut.
“Oh yes. I never break rules. I would have to punish myself.” Taut said, her eyes growing bulbous.
“Okay… so what did you change your name to?” I asked politely, trying not to stare at her over large eyes, which were shrinking slowly. Thank Merlin. I thought they were going to pop out.
Taut grinned up at me, “The wizards said I was ok to have a surname.” She looked around cautiously before whispering the last part. “We is not having surnames.” She said, making sure I understood.
“Right…” I said, at loss for anything else to say back to her.
“I is not Taut no more. Oh no, I is Blaze Silverwhip.”
Holy crap on a stick. Taut had gone and changed her mediocre name, to something that sounded a lot like a stripper name.
“And uh… do the other house elves know you’re now called… Blaze?” I asked feebly, trying not to gag at the horrific images flowing through my mind. Why was I cursed with having a stripper elf for a kitchen friend? Why didn’t I make friends with a normal house elf?
“Yes, they knows that I is Blaze. They is not knowing I is having a surname though. They mustn’t find out I has a surname.”
I needed to leave. I needed to leave the company of the deranged stripper-elf.
“That’s good.” I said, to appease the beaming house elf. “I think… I think I left my washing machine on. Yeah. I left my washing machine on, catch you later!” I stood up, scraping the chair back and waved quickly to Taut—I mean Blaze, before running away like the chicken I am to the common room.
“Woah, woah, woah! Where’s the fire?” Asked Scorpius, catching me as I fell oh so gracefully through the portrait hole. He stood me back on my feet, and paled as he realised his hands were resting on my waist. I looked at my feet and prayed that I wouldn’t blush. It didn’t work.
“Uh, no fire. Just… something disgusting.” I said hastily. Scorpius eyed me for a moment before making me sit down on the first step to the dorms whilst he leant against the bannister with his arms folded. He cocked an eyebrow as if to say ‘go on’.
“You know that house elf, Taut?” I enquired. He nodded slowly, looking worried. “She changed her name.”
“She was bullied by the house elves.”
He considered this for a moment before raising one finger. “You should tell your mother that it’s not just humans that treat house elves badly.”
I glared at Scorpius for interrupting me with such an annoying statement. My mum was very keen on distributing free clothes and wages to the house elves, especially those at Hogwarts. It did my head in. “Not the time to be expressing elf rights or whatever the hell you’re trying to say.”
Scorpius stayed silent, tapping at the wooden bannister behind him with his fingertips, which I took as my cue to continue.
“Taut went to the Ministry to change her name. She’s called Blaze.” I grimaced as I said it.
Scorpius frowned at me, “That’s not too bad.”
“Oh it is.”
Scorpius tilted his head slightly to the left, “In what way?”
“You don’t want to know, but I’ll tell you anyway. She got a surname. And it’s Silverwhip.” I gagged mentally, and begged my body not to gag physically. It was a near thing. I could taste acid in my mouth as I struggled to get rid of the illicit images out of my mind once more.
“So you’re telling me… that Taut… has re-named herself as Blaze Silverwhip? So she won’t get bullied?” Scorpius probed, also looking like he was trying to settle the contents of his stomach—Only he was hiding it better than I was.
I mumbled ‘yes’, and waited for the ensuing explosion or projectile vomit.
Right on cue, Scorpius snorted loudly, not only attracting unwanted attention from the midget firsties, but also causing himself to choke on what I presumed to be thin air. Well, all I could say was thank God he didn’t throw up on me. “She got herself a stripper name!” He cried, in between hacking coughs as he tried to redeem himself. When he said it, it sounded funny, rather than undeniably wrong and revolting. I clapped a hand over my mouth, not to stop retching, but to muffle my laughter.
He stopped choking for a moment, seemingly calm, before catching my eye, making us both dissolve into girlish giggles and snorts on the floor. It wasn’t one of my finer moments, I can tell you that.
“Mother of Merlin.” He wheezed, trying to catch his breath. He hung onto the bannister for support as he doubled over, working the dying laughter out of him.
How… systematic of him.
“SCORPIUS, ROSE, YOU TWO ARE SO DEAD!” Shouted someone furiously, as they slammed the portrait hole shut. I swear to the highest heavens, everyone seemed to be slamming the god damn portrait hole these days. “THE NEXT MATCH IS IN TWO MONTHS, I WON’T BE ABLE TO TRAIN THOSE TWO USELESS MORONIC SUBS BEFORE THEN!!”
No need to guess who that was then. I glanced at Scorpius, and saw that I wasn’t the only one who was drained of colour. His eyes flitted over to Al who was making his way towards us, shaking with anger. We had rarely ever seen him like this.
I locked Scorpius’ gaze again, in time to see him mouth ‘run’.
I didn’t need telling twice.
We darted past Al, who span around and sprinted after us, spewing awful profanities from his mouth as he went. We ran through the middle of the gobstones club as they set up their game, accidentally knocking both the game and the players to the ground as we went.
“Sorry!” I yelled back to them, as they stared in shock at Scorpius and I, while we ran for our lives. We could still hear Al behind us, but due to him swearing and cussing like a sailor, he ran out of energy fast, and soon we had left him behind.
We slowed our pace and came to halt.
“Where are we?” I asked, looking around myself in awe. I’d never been in that corridor before. And it looked like not that many other people had either.
“I think it’s the 6th floor corridor.” Scorpius said carefully. He sat on the dusty floor, and leant against the crumbling walls. He motioned for me to join him, so I slid down next to him, thinking hard.
“This is where my Uncle Fred died.” I said despondently. My family had been rocked by the death of Fred Senior back in the War. Especially Uncle George. Fred Junior had told me before that he’d caught his dad speaking to a portrait of Uncle Fred before. I couldn’t blame him. If I’d lost my twin, I’d have done the same. Because it’s not just losing your brother or sister, but it’s losing half of yourself.
It was awful. When I was younger, even though I hadn’t known Fred Senior, I had cried when Uncle George broke down in tears when he told me stories of Uncle Fred.
Scorpius smiled at me sadly, “You know, it’s fine to be sad about your Uncle Fred. My great aunt died here too. But the difference is, she deserved to die.”
I stared at him, trying to figure him out. He was grimacing, and I knew he was also thinking about the death toll in the Tournament. “You entering the Tournament was bad, but that doesn’t mean you deserve to die because of it. The Goblet of Fire wouldn’t have chosen you if it didn’t think you were worthy.” I said, taking hold of his hand and squeezing it. “And nobody deserves to die.” I said, referring back to his Great Aunt Bellatrix.
Scorpius turned his head to look at me, “I know… deep down I know. I feel that some people deserve to die. But then if they did die, I know I’d be guilty for wanting their life to end.” He laughed harshly, “Sometimes I want my father to die. Because I hate him, I really hate him for not accepting I love y—being your friend.”
Ah… the more sensitive topic. His father. They still weren’t exactly on speaking terms, but Scorpius did go home for holidays still. How did we get to that topic from the death of my Uncle Fred?
“But you still love him, don’t you.” I said quietly, although it was more of a statement than a question.
“Yes. And I hate myself for it.”
“Don’t. Don’t say that. And don’t hate yourself for loving your father. You can’t help who you love.”
“That seems to refer to two things, not just my father…” Scorpius said slowly.
Scorpius’ grey eyes met mine again. Instead of seeing the hard, cold colour that was usually there, I saw warmth is his eyes. My stomach flipped over, and my heart pounded away behind my ribcage, so loudly, I was sure Scorpius would hear it.
My hand was still holding his, and I could feel myself shaking slightly with nerves as I leant closer to him. He was inches away from me. I didn’t understand how I hadn’t really noticed before, but Scorpius was really, really hot. It was hard to see why he hadn’t had a girlfriend in years, when he looked like that and was a nice kid. Man, whatever. Hell, he was attractive.
My stomach felt as if a colony of butterflies had appeared there, and my heart sped up, going crazy. The thumping was even louder, and it shook me. I licked my lips nervously, and reached up with my free hand, resting it against Scorpius’ jaw. I stroked his cheek slightly with my thumb as he brushed my hair away from my face.
We were leaning into each other to close the gap between us, when loud footsteps came pounding towards us. I leapt away from Scorpius, embarrassed for that moment of… affection. I felt my face heat up from where I had landed on the floor, and so I stood up quickly, in time to see James running towards me.
“Rose, thank heavens I’ve found you. Al’s going mental, saying that— Wait, are you ok?” He asked, stopping in his tracks and staring at us. “I haven’t interrupted anything have I?” He asked cautiously. My eyes grew wide, and I shook my head.
“No. No, of course not. What is it James?” Trying to steer him away from the subject of mine and Scorpius’ almost kiss. My heart was still going at the speed of light.
He frowned before going on, “Al’s been throwing a tantrum, and saying that you and Scorpius have quit the Quidditch team. I told him he was crazy, you two wouldn’t do that… Would you?” He asked hesitantly, seeing mine and Scorpius’ drawn, guilty faces.
“You haven’t.” He said in hushed tones. When we didn’t correct him, he, predictably, blew up in our faces, “Are you kidding? No wonder Al’s so angry! You two are by far some of the best players in the whole School!” I snorted with disbelief as James went on. “No, really. Don’t think that you aren’t, Rosie. You two seriously are brilliant!” James whined. I glared at him for calling me ‘Rosie’, although my heart wasn’t really in it. I didn’t really mind anymore.
“And now we aren’t so brilliant. Look, I played really badly in the last match. The only reason Ravenclaw didn’t score more is because you beaters were knocking the quaffle off course every time it came near the posts. And Scorpius looked ready to faint. He’s got a lot going on, and he can’t cope with OWLs, the Tournament and Quidditch.” I retorted.
“So much for that fool-proof plan of yours James.” Scorpius muttered, not making sense. I decided to ignore what he said.
“And I just can’t deal with Quidditch right now. I’ve been looking further into Nee-Nee’s gift, and I’ve been making revision notes for my OWLs—they’re important James, more important than bloody Quidditch!”
“Fine then! But you do realise the McLaggen is going to have to be a replacement?” James said gruffly.
“I thought he was banned from Quidditch?” Scorpius asked quietly.
“What do you mean banned? Nobody mentioned him being banned from Quidditch.” I said, thinking back to my accident where McLaggen hexed me during the try-outs so I almost killed myself.
“McGonagall said she’d think about it. But I thought both she and Madam Hooch were set on stopping McLaggen from going anywhere near the Quidditch Pitch again.” Scorpius said angrily. He was still mad at McLaggen, and cursed him every time he saw him.
“Evidently what she said wasn’t set in stone.” James growled. “Well… whatever, we’ll have to train the subs up. Can’t force you two to play if you don’t want to. I’ll leave you to do whatever you were doing.” And with that he hurried off before I could protest that nothing had happened between Scorpius and I.
When of course it had.
“Rose…” Scorpius said. It was barely audible, but I heard it. I was torn between running from the awkwardness, and staying to listen to him. I wanted an explanation, only partly for what almost happened. The other explanation I wanted was one I could only get from myself—why did I do that? Actually, more importantly, why did I feel that way towards Scorpius?
“Rose. D-did that… Do you… I’m sorry, I can’t. I just can’t. Merlin, I need to find James again. I’m sorry.” Scorpius babbled, before doing something I thought only I would have done. He ran away from the situation. He acted like a coward. Even though that was what I was about to do.
I stared in the direction he had gone until I couldn’t hear him anymore. Sorry? What was he sorry for? Sorry for… sorry for what almost happened?
Sorry for not knowing what to think of it?
Because I’d never felt so confused in all my life. I almost—I was going to kiss Scorpius.
Oh my god. I was going to kiss Scorpius. I needed to find Albus. Despite him being angry, he’d know what to do. What the hell compelled me to almost kiss my best friend of five years?!
“Al! Al, I’m sorry, please listen.” I hissed from behind the bookcase. I was trying not to be seen by Madam Pince, who was cheerily kicking out anyone who wasn’t working. And I wasn’t working. Unless you call stalking your own cousin working. Which I don’t.
Albus, the cousin in question, was hunched over his books as he supposedly did his homework. He had been ignoring me for the last five minutes or so. I groaned and darted to his table and pulled up a chair next to him. He didn’t acknowledge me in any way, but I saw him grip his quill harder, making the ink blot onto his parchment, which I know saw to be filled with doodles.
“Al. Please. I need your help.” I begged him. I was seriously one step away from clawing at his face and gouging his eyes out if he kept ignoring me. It was so irritating.
“Albus Severus Potter. I need your help.” I whisper-shouted at him. He ignored me again. I kept talking to him, but after a while, I saw my attempts were futile, and so I stood up and dragged myself to the end of a bookcase, where I crumpled on the floor and hid my face with my hair. I brought my knees up to me and hugged them close.
I had been depending on Al. I needed his advice on what to do with the Scorpius situation. But he didn’t care. I felt miserable instead of just annoyed. Well, fuck Al. I was totally going to mock him about Alice when he finally stopped ignoring me.
“Rose?” A tentative voice came from behind me. I looked up and swivelled round to peer down the book aisle.
“Hi Rose. Are you alright?” Louis asked. He looked genuinely worried, but then again, he’s a nice boy. Unlike a certain Potter child. –cough- Albus –cough-.
I shook my head, “To tell the truth, no. And Albus isn’t talking to me when I need to speak with him.”
Louis walked towards me, carrying dusty volumes, which he places precariously down on the floor before setting himself down next to me. He slung his arm around my shoulders, “You can always talk to me, Rose.”
I didn’t see the harm in telling Louis. Like I said, he was a good kid. And he was clever, much cleverer than Al had been at his age, so he’d be able to figure out what I should do. “Ok. Well… Scorpius and I were running away from Albus because he was angry at us. And we accidentally ended up in the 6th floor corridor. We’d lost Al at that point, and we sat there in the corridor for some reason, and just talked.”
“What did you talk about?” Louis probed gently, pushing my hair away from my face so he could see me better.
“Death. You know, Uncle Fred. Then the conversation switched to Scorpius’ father, who he’s fallen out with. I don’t know what happened really. But we—I, well, he kind of… actually we both kind of… I don’t know how to say it.” I broke off, looking to Louis in embarrassment. Merlin, I didn’t want to say the next part, but I needed to. Because I didn’t understand it, and I wanted to understand what happened and why it happened.
“Just say it. It’s not like anyone else will hear this, Rose. Go on.” Louis said softly, smiling encouragingly at me.
He was shocked into silence. “No way.” Louis replied eventually in what I called his fashionista diva voice. I always forgot how much Louis loved gossip. He didn’t spread it, he just liked it.
“Well, we almost did.”
I could have sworn Louis’ shoulders drooped for a moment, “What do you mean, almost?”
“What, do I need to show you my memory? James interrupted us. He knew something had happened as well. While James was there, it wasn’t awkward between myself and Scorpius because we weren’t concentrating on the almost-kiss. But when James left, it got awkward. Scorpius tried to tell me something, then he ran away.”
“And now you don’t know what to do.”
“Now I don’t know what to do.” I confirmed.
“Ignore it. Just pretend it didn’t happen —unless it meant something to you.”
“Well, I don’t know what it meant to me. That’s why I’m here!”
“Then bloody figure it out! I mean, what if your almost-kiss would have meant something to Scorpius? You need to find out, alright?”
Ahh. That’s why I loved Louis. He told things straight. If not bluntly.
And I guess he kinda had a point.
“So, I’ll ignore it. I won’t speak of it. Instead, I’ll try and figure out how I felt. And how Scorpius felt.” I said, feeling better now I’d got it off my chest and told Louis. I didn’t have to keep thinking about what almost happened, because it didn’t actually happen. I only had to think about it if something happened. But it didn’t.
All I had to do was confront Scorpius when I’d found out what it would’ve meant to me.
And it wasn’t like it was going to happen ever again.
Oh how wrong I was.
I concentrated on Jilly, who was perched on my shoulder, and meowing in my ear. “Meow to you too.” I told her. She patted my cheek with her paw, as if she was saying ‘good human’. “Yes, I am a good human. Unlike some people.” I shot a look at Albus.
I couldn’t cope with his god damn whining any more. “What?” I snapped at Albus, who looked taken aback for a moment.
“I’m sorry, alright? You know how much the team means to me… and I just flipped. I’m sorry.”
I breathed deeply and sighed. I had taken Louis’ words to heart and had snubbed what happened between Scorpius and I. Although, I had sort been ignoring the whole topic instead of thinking about it all. Oops. And I had also taken a leaf out of Albus’ book and disregarded him, apart from the times when I shot him a scathing look.
“Fine. I accept your stupid apology.” I said bitterly, then hesitated. “I’m sorry too.”
Al grinned and reached over to give me a man hug. I don’t know why. I’m not a man.
“Knew you’d finally come round.”
“Yeah, yeah, whatever Ally Wally.”
“Shut up Rosie Posie.”
“Merlin, just shut up!” Shouted Alice. “I think I preferred it when you two were ignoring each other.”
Albus quietened immediately and mumbled to himself.
“Alice have you seen my shoe?” Asked Marie, one of the girls who shared our dorm.
I snorted, “Alice probably doesn’t know what a shoe looks like any more.” She’d stopped wearing shoes altogether now, saying that they disfigured your feet and suffocated them. When she stood on piece of broken glass though, she saw sense and found a spell acted like the sole of a shoe, and protected her feet from sharp things on the ground.
The professors did not appreciate this one bit at the start, but had come to accept it.
“Rose, at least my feet won’t be restricted from growing as they please.” Alice said with another of her ‘witty’ comebacks.
Marie narrowed her eyes at us and left, muttering about ‘time wasters’.
“I can’t believe it took you two a week to make up.” Alice said to me the moment Marie had left.
“Yeah well, we’re both stubborn.” I said shrugging.
“More like you’re both idiots.”
“You’re a fine one to talk.”
“Whatever. At least my feet won’t be dwarfed from wearing shitty shoes.”
“Not this again.” I moaned. Alice seemed to start up arguments about shoes and their major problems on a regular basis. “Hey, Scorpius. Would dwarf feet be better than giant feet?” I asked him. He was sprawled out on one of the armchairs, reading the Quibbler.
He paled, “Dwarf feet.”
Him being embarrassed of course caused me to flush a brilliant red as I turned back to Alice with a triumphant ‘see?’.
Alice frowned at us both, “Is there something you two aren’t telling me?”
“NO!” Scorpius and I shouted at the same time. I blushed again, and Alice smirked.
“Yeah… of course there’s not.” But she didn’t pursue it.
I breathed out and let myself relax. I had been mainly ok with Scorpius, and had managed to act normally apart from sometimes when my stupid blush let me down.
“So Alice… Hogsmeade trip coming up. I was wondering if you’d like to go with me?” Albus asked confidently. He’d taken a potion to boost his confidence for asking Alice out to Hogsmeade. I knew that because I had to raid the potions cupboard for the ingredients for Louis to brew it up. Al was alright at potions, but Louis was better, and Al didn’t want to mess it up. Even though I had been ignoring Al back then, I had promised I’d help him ‘get it on with Alice’.
Alice grinned, “Yeah, sure, Rose and I were going to go to Honeydukes and stock up on sweets anyway. You can always come along.”
“I meant… like…” Albus trailed off, the potion wearing off slightly.
In a second, I knew what to do to ensure Alice went with Albus to Hogsmeade alone.
“Hey, Scorpius, you wanna go to Hogsmeade with me?” I asked, my fingers crossed that I wouldn’t embarrass myself and turn red in the face again.
He looked up, shocked, “Uh. What with the others?”
James was staring at me as if I’d sprouted antlers, and Scorpius was spluttering away.
“Uh, y-yeah, sure.”
“Ok, great. Meet me in the entrance at 11 this Saturday then.” I felt my face heating up. This was going to by one heck of an awkward Hogsmeade trip.
“Oh. Have fun then, Rosie.” Alice said, waggling her eyebrows. I put my finger up at her.
“Well Alice, looks like you’ll have to go with Ally Wally here. James, Freddie and Frankie all have detention this Saturday for blowing up the dungeons.” I said slyly, waiting for her reaction. On cue she blushed furiously.
“Sure. I’ll meet you on Saturday then Al.” She said, before collecting up her things and hurrying off up the stairs to the dorms.
“Thanks Rose.” Al said gratefully.
“No problem. Scorpius, we’re going to spy on Al and Al in Hogsmeade.” I said firmly. Albus gaped at me and Scorpius grinned.
“Ok, I’ll bring spy equipment.”
“You two had better not ruin this for me. You both know how much I like her.” Al said warningly.
“I know. I think Alice likes you too. I haven’t asked her though because Teddy said she needs to figure out whether she likes you on her own. And besides, we were joking about the spying!” I said, laughing as Al stared at me in disbelief.
Hogsmeade was going to be fun.
A/N: Damn, I did something and messed up the whole submitty thing. I forgot what my authors note had in it. Ok so... thanks to all those who have reviewed, it's vurry much appreciated. And OH YEAH! Uh, these last four have been some of my quickest validations I think. Thank you validators (The queue has been down to 1 day sometimes) and free oreos for you all in congratulations!
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