Vermilion (SCOROSE)

3. Tuesday, October 11th, 2022, In which I get detention

Hi, yall! So, this is a new chapter. I don't really have much to explain or say about this. I love everyone who has supported me to continue writing this! I love you guys so much. You're all awesome. And, all of your comments are some of the most hilarious things I have ever read. (Yes, I'm talking to you, Jess <3).

Dedicated to  BeMy17G who happens to be my in-real-life best friend and who's been reading this story and fangirling about it since a year ago when I first started writing it!  ANY WAY, CHECK ALL HER STORIES OUT AND FOLLOW THE SHIZZLES OUT OF HER. SHE'S ONE OF THE MOST AMAZING, FUNNY, AND INTELLIGENT  PEOPLE I KNOW. I love you, Ellen. <3  Oh and thank you for your name! Elle greatly appreciates it :D 

Also, a gif of a weasel on the side bc why not.

-Hazel. <3 <3 <3

(Chapter III: In which I get detention)

Tuesday, October 11th, 2022, Lunch, Gryffindor Table

"Karma.

[kahr-muh]

noun

1. Theosophy: the cosmic principle according to which each person is rewarded or punished in one incarnation according to that person's deeds in a previous incarnation.

2. Hinduism, Buddhism: action, seen as bringing upon oneself inevitable results, good or bad, either in this-"

A loud thud interrupted my eyes from dragging further down the page of the Muggle Studies book. From the corner of my eye, I noticed it was Fred, recklessly clobbering his rucksack against the table before taking a seat next to me. Without even sparing anybody so much as a glance, he dug into his precious meat loaf. He had this special relationship with food too; as if the sky would fall and the world would come crashing down if, Merlin forbid, he didn't finish that remaining slice of meat loaf. It ran in the Weasley family.

When he did actually peek at me, I could see his usual, nonchalant face contort to that of sheer horror.

He thought I had gone officially bonkers, didn't he?

So did everyone else on the table.

Of all things, Rose, why would you be reading when you're surrounded by glorious, heavenly, rows and rows of FOOD?!

I know, I know. That's what they're all thinking. I can read their minds. (Yes, I have secret telepathic abilities: don't tell a soul).

And, well, as much as I love food, I needed to find a reason.

Maybe the muggles had it.

Because there just had to be a natural force out there, or perhaps some sort of ambiguous power that was urging things to be this way and pulling on the last strings of my very little patience. You see, I had finally, finally distanced myself away from that prick.

But, noooooooo.

After three years of successfully ignoring the bloke, for some reason, I just so obviously need to have him as a tutor. Because, of course, that makes so much sense.

CURSE YOU, GODS ABOVE. I HATE ALL OF YOU WITH AN UNDYING PASSION.

JUST YOU WAIT TILL I DIE AND (PROBABLY) GO TO HELL. HADES AND I WILL BECOME THE BEST OF FRIENDS AND WE'RE GOING TO DECLARE WAR ON ALL OF YOU. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. THE WORLD SHALL BE OURS.

"Erm, Rose, are you plotting world domination again?" Laura quirked an eyebrow from beside me, scanning the lines I had just scrawled on this page.