Mixed Magical Messages

Chapter 3: Malfoy seems to mean only one thing: Trouble

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Chapter Three: Malfoy seems to mean one thing: Trouble

"Want one?"

"Sure," I said and took one (Hey, don't judge! I'm a sucker for chocolate frogs).

Suddenly, Clarabelle sneezed and the entire contents fell on the floor.

Then, there was chaos.

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"Argh!!!" Lewis Bank screamed as a chocolate frog jumped on his front. He jumped out of his seat and tried to shake it off.

Karen Thomas jumped up on her chair and screamed as tens of miniature chocolate frogs took over the classroom. They were in peoples hair and down their shirts and, in Nadine Norris's case, in their trousers.

The girls were screaming, standing up on chairs and desks, and the boys were trying to stamp on the chocolate frogs.

Rose Weasley shrieked as chocolate frogs got caught in her bushy red curls. She was screaming at Abby Reid to get them out. Reid tried, bless her, but she was crippled up with fear and laughter.

It was, to say the least, utter chaos.

Suddenly, there was a gust of warm wind and the frogs melted on the spot. Professor Creevey looked half amused, half furious. "Who is responsible for this?" he asked, sternly.

I could feel Clarabelle shaking beside me. I thought she was terrified. I put my hand on her arm to try and calm her, to somehow reassure her.

Then, She burst out laughing. Hysterical laughter. Infectious laughter. I couldn't help but join in. Soon, we were both crying, clutching at sore sides.

"Detention, both of you. My classroom, 8:30," Professor Creevey said.

Clarabelle and I were still laughing.

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"You better go for detention, Scorp," Blake said, nodding at the clock. "You don't want to be late for that."

"I guess," I said, wearily. The amusement of the Chocolate Frog Incident had worn off after a long day.

I trudged my way up to Professor Creeveys's class. Clarabelle was already there, with the professor.

"Right, you two. I'm not at all impressed with today, hence why I gave you detention. I want you to scrub the floors, so that any trace of chocolate is gone. Are we clear?"

"Yes, professor," we chorused.

When he left the class, Clarabelle turned to me.

"Listen, Scorpius, I'm really so-"

"It's cool," I assured her. "Really."

She nodded uncertainly. "Right. But still-"

"Seriously, Rogers. It's cool."

She gave me a quizzical look. "Why witches and wizards call each other by their last names? Is it some unspoken rule?" Clarabelle asked, curious.

I admit, this stumped me. "I-I don't know, actually. Sorry?"

"Oh, no. Its just that... Last names don't really define a person, you know?"

I did. Boy, did I know.

Rose POV

Malfoy was obviously responsible for the Chocolate Frog Fiasco! Clarabelle had said that it was her fault but I knew she must've been covering for him. I tried to explain that Malfoys were bad news, but she wouldn't have any of it.