My Life is a Box Full of Surprises (Scorpius and Rose)

Chapter 32nd

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I won't even ask you not to kill me, I do that every chapter! I warned you I was busy. Anyway, here's another chapter for your enjoyment.

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Chapter 32nd

Rose’s Point of View

Before you say anything, there are really some perks to being a studious person. I get good grades, the teachers like me and I have my own table at the library! How cooler can it get? Sush, I’m not (that) pathetic.

Anyway, as the end of the year approaches, so does our finals and, by being enrolled in 8 classes, my study schedule was quite full so I started to spend less time hanging out with friends and more time sitting in my table at the back of the library surrounded by books. Not that I particularly liked it but I could think of worst scenarios. But nevertheless, that’s where I am now.

“And then Dubledore battled Grindelwald in 1945 and he won.” I finished my little explanation to Gabe but when I looked at him I could tell that he heard close to nothing of what I just said. “Gabe?” He continued staring blankly at nothing. I snapped my fingers in front of his eyes. “Oi! Finnigan! Wake up”

“Wha-“ His eyes focused on me again. “Oh, sorry Rose, I don’t think I quite got it. Can you repeat that last part?”

“What for? You will doze off again. Why don’t we make this easier and you just tell what’s bothering you?” I pushed the books to the side and rested my chin in my hands. He shifted a bit in his chair.

“Er, Rose, have you read that letter I sent you on Easter break?”

“Which let- Oh,” I remember now, the Finnigan’s owl had a letter attached to his leg, I remember taking it off but not reading. I think back to that day. “I recall getting the latter but it was such a hush at home with the packing for the holiday and with Hugo stealing my stuff and me trying to murder him that I ended up forgetting to read it. I must’ve left it in my pocket.”

“That explains a lot.” He said in an undertone. “Is it here now?” He looked back at me.

“I think it’s in my room.”

“Then go read it.” He commanded and closed his books. He stood up and turned his back to me. Just before he left he turned again, a look of misery upon his face. “I’ll be in the Requirement Room. Just ask to see me.” With that, he was gone.

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5 minutes. It has been 5 minutes since I started searching for that blasted letter and still nothing. I had searched every single pocket or every single jeans I owned and I found NADA. I tossed my clothes on my bed and tried to remember what I was using that day. I was in a hurry so I had tossed a random shirt, what was it? A plaid shirt if I’m not mistaken. It was also spring so it was warm(ish) so I was wearing… SHORTS! I scolded myself for my stupidity and started searching my shorts. I find the crumpled piece of paper and read it.