I love chocolate, but that doesn't mean that you can bribe me with it into doing things.
Also, come anywhere near my sister Scarlet or my best friend Alle, and you will have to bear the consequences.
Rose’s sleeping schedule was totally and completely off. She was spending so much time studying for exams, running back and forth between her home and Hogwarts, her second home, that she hardly found time to sit down, let alone sleep. It tended to get a bit better when she was actually at Hogwarts - sleeping became practically inevitable in the warmth by the fire of the Gryffindor Common Room. But last night, she forced herself to stay up to ungodly hours to study for the astronomy exam.
But this only lead to her waking up late, and forcing her to stay up later again to catch up for time lost. So, it sucked. But Rose didn’t care. She needed to ace these exams. She needed to get Outstandings on everything, lest she risk everything she’s been working so hard for.
Luckily, the library was there for her, like always; the quietest place in Hogwarts, the easiest place to study. Usually, it wasn’t a distracting place to be, but today was obviously against her, again. As soon as she walked in, the first thing she noticed was Scorpius Malfoy. She’d nearly forgotten about him, even after talking to her mum about the whole ordeal. She’d come to the conclusion that she would need to approach him about what had happened sooner or later, but she’d opted for later.
So Rose ignored him for now, tried not to see him sitting there studying whatever he was studying. His presence itched at the back of her mind, but she couldn’t let it bother her. She had to focus, she had to study, she had to make sure that … oh bloody -
Rose managed to jump out of the way just in time to avoid being buried in a waterfall of books that came tumbling down after she tried reaching one of the ones on the top shelf - again. It made the loudest echoing sound as all the textbooks on the shelf hit the ground and she covered her face in frustration. ‘Oh, Merlin…’
That night, Scorpius was focusing. He was having a massive revision night for Potions, and he had just tried the coffee approach. He was wide awake and ready to take on every challenge awaiting him, without starting to fall asleep on top of the book or having hallucinations.
Despite all of that, he saw Rose Weasley walk into the Library, and he was hardly feeling lethargic. He had only been in the Library for several minutes and had not even gone through an entire lesson. Besides, his hallucination Rose never wandered around or sat at a table with parchment all around her. All she ever did was reach up for books. It was either this Rose Weasley was real or her effect on his brain was lethal and the damage was growing as every second went by. And he wasn’t even allowing her that much space of his brain!
Deciding that he should leave freaking out for another time and remain as productive as he had planned to be, Scorpius decided to abandon the thought and turned back to revise facts about Veritaeserum. At least that made perfect sense and there was no mystery about it. It had defined rules, very well-known uses, and predictable effects.
After a while of remaining immersed in concentration, Scorpius thought he heard a very loud noise, as though the sky was falling and the pieces were hitting the ground, echoing across the huge and nearly empty library. He looked up and turned to look at the direction from which the noise seemed to come, and he saw several books laying on the ground, and beside them stood a person.
No, he wasn’t going insane; Scorpius wasn’t imagining things. Someone made those books fall and that someone was standing by the books, looking upon the damage they had caused. And that someone was Rose Weasley.
“I’m not imagining things,” Scorpius mumbled under his breath and got up, approaching the havoc Rose had wrecked.
Once he was standing right behind her, her back to him, he cleared his throat a little loudly to acknowledge his presence then said, “Silence in the library, Weasley. Some people are trying to secure their academic future here.”
I am not lazy.
James is like dad, which makes everyone think he is wonderfull. He is popular, good-looking, charming, charismatic, good at sport, He has a perfect relationship with his childhood sweetheart. People find it easy to overlook his faults when he is that perfect.
Yes; yes, you are lazy. You don’t work on your weaknesses because you feel that the other subjects you’re good at are going to cushion you. That’s laziness.
Well, you know what I think? I think that your brother is pompous and that he has two left feet, half a brain, and sloppy quidditch skills. And I think that his so-called perfect relationship with Alle is puke-inducing, and that I do not overlook his faults.
And if laziness is your only fault, Little Potter, then you should know that you could overcome that.
