Loving Rose (A Scorpose fanfic)

Chapter 7 --- A letter back

[Rose's POV]

I sat with Gwenette at the Slytherin table, it has been a long time since we had sat next to each other, apparently Gwenette has been hanging out with Levine alot. At the far end of the table, Scorpius was talking to Daniel. There is still a faint bruise on his cheek since the first day back, so as August, with one on his jaw. I guess they fought each other, for what reason, I don't know, I don't want to know.

Lessons had started and the noise level kept rising as time went, now there was almost as many people as there were last year. Then, a sharp and alarming screech was heard, followed by more. Unsurprisingly, it is the owls that were coming. It is always a splendid sight to see how all species and sizes of owls come through the window one by one, dropping their letters precisely on the receiver's desk, like they have done it a lot of times.

I noticed a snow-white feathered owl and immediately noticed it is my mum's. A parchment with my mum's lavender scented ink's smell landed in front of me. I opened it with enthusiasm and read the letter:

Dear Rosie,

How are you? I received your letter and is so grateful and relieved that you are safe and sound in Hogwarts with your cousins. Oh, I was so worried about you. Anyways, dad is quite moody this week, something about his work, I guess.

I heard from your uncle Harry that Albus said something about you hanging out with August recently, is that true? I know you might feel like I invaded your privacy, but relax, I will not tell anyone or interfere. Just a reminder, I heard that he is a bully and one of the mean and naughty kids, so just be careful. I want you to be safe.

Love, your mum Hermione.

The letter was unexpectedly long, and unexpectedly unnerving. I shuddered, and folded the letter before Gwenette could sneak a peek from it. To be honest, I am quite busy these few days, so I rarely hang out with August, but he is now becoming meaner and meaner, more like a bully and not the peacemaker I know the first time I met him.

We gobbled up the breakfast in front of us and headed to our classes.