The morning after I ate a whole cheesecake BY MYSELF – I was pretty impressed, I had only done that a few times before – I woke up to Dom snoring loudly. YES. PAYBACK TIME.
“OI! DOM! WAKE UP!” I screamed in my most Mum-ish voice.
“I’m getting up, Aunt Hermione,” she mumbled into her pillow. “Five more minutes…”
“DOM, YOU BLOODY IDIOT, IT’S ROSE! WAKE UP, IT’S THE FIRST DAY OF CLASSES!!!!”
“Rose?” she peered up at me, looking confused. “You do know how much I want to kill you right now.”
“Us too,” Lena said, standing beside Liz, both of them looking murderous.
“Good morning to all my lovely friends!” I greeted them cheerfully.
“GOOD MORNING!” Emily screamed from her shower.
“All of you. Bugger off and let me sleep,” Dom demanded.
I laughed at her while explaining something very important, “Dom, its BREAKFAST TIME. I’m leaving without you.”
“OH.” Dom sprinted into the bathroom, followed by Lena and Liz. Emily exited in a towel looking confused at the mob that just ran past her.
“Breakfast,” I explained.
“Gotcha,” she said, beginning to dress. “Want to go down to the common room? We can wait for the boys.”
“Sure,” I said.
I swear, there is something going on between her and Matt Corner. Last night, they kept looking at each other weird. And neither of them had food on their faces.
“So… What’s going on with you and Matt?” I asked.
Emily blushed, and proceeded to lie. “Nothing’s going on. I think he has a Muggle girlfriend.”
“No, he doesn’t, Em. He’s single, I know that for a fact. AND SO ARE YOU. Oh this is bloody brilliant! YOU FANCY EACH OTHER!!!!!!!!!!”
“SHHHH! Shut up! I DO NOT fancy Matt Corner!” she whisper-shouted at me, her voice cracking a bit.
Dom, Liz and Lena apparently overheard that, as they all ran out of the bathroom, covered in towels.
“You fancy Matt?” Lena asked.
“Oh, you two will be so cute!” Liz said.
“Make me the godmother.” That was Dom, of course.
“Bloody hell, you lot are bonkers,” Emily said, while blushing and exiting the common room. I quickly followed, as I wanted to see all the boys. Especially Cody. Mmm.
Dom, Liz and Lena all panicked and ran back into the bathroom as Em and I left. We laughed at them. As is custom.
When we got downstairs, all the boys were waiting for us. Al was there, looking disappointed that Liz wasn’t there, Scorpius just looked happy to see us and Joey looked hungry. Matt and Em started staring at each other. It was a bit creepy, to tell the truth. Cody just looked yummy. Almost as yummy as the FOOD that I’m sure was waiting down in the Great Hall. Cheesecake will never deter me from breakfast.
I announced this fact to everyone. They all rolled their eyes and said, “WE KNOW,” quite loudly.
“Ha bloody ha. You lot are a riot.”
“Why thank you,” said Al, arching one eyebrow.
We started walking down. Matt and Emily walked in the front of our group, staring at each other. Seriously, what is going on with them? Then Al was next, walking with Joey, occasionally turning and asking me when I thought Liz might be coming for breakfast.
“For the last time, Al, I DON’T BLOODY KNOW when the GLORIOUS Liz is coming for breakfast!!”
“Oh. Well, do you have an estimate?”
That. Kid. Bothers. Me.
Deep breathe. DEEEEEP breathe.
Behind Al and his pestering, I walked between Scorpius and – squeal – Cody. We were chatting about gossipy things, and what was to be our first Hogsmeade trip.
“I hear it’s going to be the weekend before Halloween,” Scorp said.
“What day of the week is Halloween this year?” I asked.
“I think it’s a Wednesday,” Cody said. (A/N: It is a Wednesday in 2018. I checked.)
“Oh I can’t wait to see everything, and I especially can’t wait to visit Uncle George’s shop, I haven’t been to the Hogsmeade one in years. You lot are coming, right?” I asked everyone.
“Sure,” Emily and Matt said, not breaking their stares. Moving on…
“Duh, Rose,” said Al. “Uncle George is my family too. How long until Liz…” I put my hand over his mouth. “Mmph mmmmhph!”
“Well done, you got him to shut up about Liz,” said Cody, smirking in his cute way, with his dark brown hair sticking up in the back, his blue-y green eyes twinkling.
“I try,” I said modestly, curtseying. “Cody, are you coming with us to the store?”
“You couldn’t drag me away,” he promised, making my stomach-butterflies twirl a little.
“Hey, Scorp,” I said, turning to my other side, “are you coming?”
“Yes,” he said, scowling.
“What’s with the face?”
Well, ok then. It must be his time of the month. I smirked at the thought, causing the others to give me a “Rose-is-going-crazy” look. They’re quite good at this. Very synchronized. They must practice.
When we got downstairs, I started screaming, “COFFEE!” I’ve done that almost every morning since the house elves started making coffee. It’s just too delicious. I’m kind of in love with it. I got to my seat quickly, where my mug filled up. It’s technically a bowl, actually. Or some weird fusion between a mug and a bowl. Whatever.
I slurped – very lady-like, I assure you – from my bowl. And then ate my breakfast as normally as I could. Which was not very.
I try to be more girly in front of Cody, but I have to say, it really doesn’t work at mealtimes. Other than that, I brush my hair (major accomplishment), and… erm… I don’t grunt?
Too soon, the meal ended (SOB). It was time for our first lesson, Herbology.
When we got to Greenhouse 3, which was forbidden to Second and First Years, we greeted all of our Ravenclaw friends. Lisa Abbott, Joey’s cousin, had been great friends with all of us, ever since last year, when we had History of Magic last year. We all sat in the back, playing our little game. We would throw bits of parchment through Binns, and see how big they could be without him noticing. (Pretty damn big.) What? Lisa may be a Ravenclaw, but she can party hardy with the best of them.
We all began lining up at the trays, which were holding Mandrakes. We had covered them last year, but all the Third Years began the year re-potting them after my parents’ and Uncle Harry’s Second Year.
I nudged Al. “8 Sickles she tells the story again.”
“She’s told it twice to us. You’re on.”
Professor Mel Sprout was our Herbology professor. Joey’s dad used to teach it, but he stopped two years before Joey began attending, because Hannah had bought The Leaky Cauldron. Sprout was the daughter of my parents’ Herbology professor, Aggie Sprout.
“The Mandrakes must be re-potted every year in order to make the potion that un-Petrifies someone. This was most relevant in 1993, when the Chamber of Secrets was opened, and the Basilisk Petrified many people, and almost killed Ginny Weasley. Luckily, Harry Potter…”
“Dammit. Why do I ever bet against you?”
“It’s fairly stupid,” I agreed.
Everyone laughed at this, including Cody (!!!). He’s adorable, and really really smart. And he’s athletic, he’s the second-string Seeker, and he’s almost as good as Scorpius. PLUS he’s Muggleborn, so he gets it when I reference Muggle things. Mum has made me be part of the Muggle world since I was a baby, convinced it would be better for me.
What was I doing before I started gushing/drooling? Oh. Right. Re-potting Mandrakes. Fun.
I hate Cody Fonby. HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE. I really do.
Why, you might ask, do I hate a bloke who has done nothing wrong, and is actually quite nice?
BECAUSE ROSE FANCIES HIM. AND HE FANCIES HER BACK.
How do I know this? Because the prat BLOODY TOLD ME. He ASKED ME TO FIND OUT IF SHE WOULD GO TO HOGSMEADE WITH HIM.
After the first week or so, Rose came up to me and told me that she fancies Cody, and could I find out if he fancies her or something.
How could I say no? It was Rose. You can’t say no to Rose. Or at least, I can’t.
She had her puppy-dog eyes going. I was weak, weak I tell you.
So of course, I go, “Sure, Rose. Of course I will,” like the wanker that I am.
And then, to make my awful day even worse, I go up to Cody and ask him about Rose.
As we’re in our dormitory, picking up (bloody Al makes us clean up ever Saturday), we all start talking about girls and everything.
“You guys. I have something to tell you,” Al said.
“I love Liz.”
“What’s going on with you and Emily?”
He just shrugged his shoulders, and looked under his bed. Cleared things up, that did.
“Hey, Cody. What are you doing with my cousin?” Al said. I jumped slightly. Only slightly, I swear.
“What do you mean?” Cody said.
“Well, you keep talking to her. And you know that she fancies you,” Al replied.
“Maybe I fancy her,” he said. (I was sitting in the corner, pretending to look for my sock and dying on the inside.)
“Well, ask her to Hogsmeade then.”
“Hey, Scorp,” he said.
“Will you find out if Rose would say yes to Hogmeade? With me, I mean?”
End the worst minute of my life. We continued to talk about girls and the other stuff we normally talk about.
For example: “Hey, Al. Do you think this color looks good on me?
“Why do you care, Joey?”
“I’m going to ask Lena to Hogsmeade.”
And from that conversation, we learned that Joey cares more about clothes than we ever wanted to know, and that he’s fooling around with Lena.
I know, I know. It sounds so cliché, that all the Gryffindors fancy each other (or are just attracted to each other). But its just because we hang out so much. Besides, out-of-house dating happens. Like… er… oh! Al’s brother (James, for those of you that are stupid) was dating a Fourth Year Hufflepuff last year. For like two weeks. I think her name was Allie. Oh, shush. We were only Second Years last year.
Merlin’s soggy Y-fronts, our dorm has waaay too much drama. Maybe we should just kill Cody. Maybe that will take care of it.
Kidding! I was just kidding, seriously, people are so TOUCHY. Jeez.
What do we know?
We know that I LOVE ROSE WEASLEY.
We know that she fancies Cody, and Cody fancies her. And he will ask her to Hogsmeade.
And we know that Al loves Liz.
Something weird is going on between Matt and Emily. Have to find out what that is. Should talk to Rose, she might know. Also, really I just want to talk to Rose.
Joey and Lena will most likely be found in a broom closet together.
Well, that was fun.
“Oh, hey Scorp, what’s up?”
“What are you working on?”
“Is that all you wanted to say?”
“Oh, what? No. You know the thing you asked me to find out?” I hate having to tell her, but if she’s happy, it’s worth more than my pain.
“Yeah, about…” she looked around really quickly, “…Cody?”
“Yep. Meet him next Saturday by the Black Lake, under the tree Al fell out of our First Year. Good memories.”
“Really?!? OH, SCORPIUS THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU!!!”
Rose kind of leapt on me and was hugging me really tightly. I sort of fell backwards onto a couch, and SHE DIDN’T LET GO. YES. My thoughts went as follows:
She’s all pressed up against me, Merlin I love this girl. Her hair is so soft, and the fact that her face is pressed into my chest is so natural, we fit so well. Hey, when did she get so… curvy? Ok, calm down Scorp. Let’s think of something other than Rose’s chest. How about her shirt?
I WANT TO RIP IT OFF!
How about something else? Let’s think about your mum.
That works, I love my mum. I should really owl her. Maybe I’ll do that once Rose stops hugging me.
It went on for sometime. Not exactly my proudest moment. Until I finally remembered Cody bloody Fonby. And then Rose let go of me, and I owled my mum.
A/N: HEY GUYS! Thank you for reading it, sorry its kind of a filler chapter. I wrote it over thanksgiving break, should have posted it earlier but I had no internet.
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