Two of Hearts

Divided

Scorpius wakes up with the sun- or at least the dim shadow of it. Solid rays fail to pierce through the haze here. There is only fog, hanging low and dreary, covering the ground like a blanket of grey.

The dull color reminds him of Malfoy manner. Silent, stony, cold. Leached of life.
Haunted.

He stretches out lazily, hands brushing the low hanging canvas roof of their tent. The grass beside him is bare, empty but for the imprint of a body, an imprint where Rose Weasley should be.

He frowns down at it, slipping out of their tent. Rose is no where to be found, only ugly slabs of sky, needle thin trees and hard packed ground. He furrows his brow, looking around himself for a glance of her fiery figure. She must have wandered far for her to be out of his line of sight.

She's a Weasley for Merlin's sake. They are obnoxiously visible.

The suspicion of absent Rose was soon accompanied by the horror of empty robe pockets.

He dug through them casually at first, thinking of conjuring a warming spell to fight a morning chill; then frantically when his hands came away empty, and he started pulling his robes practically inside out.

The wand was gone, and so was the Weasley.

"Oh Merlin's bloody-"
"Morning Malfoy!" A voice calls, cutting him off.

Scorpius whips around, mildly disturbed by Roses chipper tone. She trudges towards him, about as graceful as a flobberworm, with a sharp blinding smile.

Scorpius notes that Rose has further adjusted her clothes. She had transfigured something into a ruby and gold sash cinching her waist and strapped a dagger to her side. Scorpius scoffs, not even trying to hide his disdain.
Ruby and gold.
Figures.

Her hair accents the sash, fiery orange cutting through the fog. She has the long locks tied up in a braided pony tail, curls bouncing lose as she moves her head. Even pulled back her hair reaches her lower back, flowing like a red river.

And hanging lose in her grip, is the pale wand.
Surely she slipped if from his pockets while he was sleeping. How she had done so unnoticed displeased him.
Nasty thieving witch.

She reaches him in moments, rocking back on her heels in her molded leather boots.
"Did you sleep well?" She chirps, that sickly sweet smile still pasted across her cheeks.

What the hell?

Scorpius scowls out something along the lines of- 'yeaisleptfineyouphsyco.'
"Wonderful." Rose emphasized.

She was really going to give herself a hernia trying to be nice. He was perfectly happy to help her on that journey.

A sneer spread across his face far to naturally.
"Is this you being nice Weasley? Because it's painful to watch."
Her smile doesn't falter. "I am in need of some assistance."
Scorpius raises an eyebrow. "My apologies Weasley, but even I can't fix your hair. Mother Nature had to create a nesting place for vultures somewhere."
Her eye twitched. His smirk widened.

She was incredibly entertaining.

She grits her teeth. "Not with that Malfoy." Pulling up the arm of her robe, she revealed a large gash across her forearm. Cuts from last night, reopened. Scorpius frowned down at her arm.
His healing magic from last night must have been really shitty. A cut reopening like that? That was just embarrassing. But now, with a little rest it should be an easy fix. Rose had the wand, why in the name of Merlin's saggy bullocks she was asking him to do it was beyond him.

But then- Weasleys are strange creatures. Their thought process cannot be explained.

"You need help with that?"
"Yes."
"Well Weasley that's a bit pitiful."
Rose grits her teeth so hard she's going to wear them down to the gums.