Mixed Magical Messages

Chapter Six: Irrational Rose (Updated)

Do I even have to bother putting up a disclaimer? We allllllll know that this isn't mine.

ANYWHOOOOO, I know this isn't exactly an update. Well, it is and it isn't. I've been busy, ok? PLEASE DON'T HURT ME....

Year Two

"Rose!" Clarabelle shrieked from the other side of the platform. She had a bright green flower thing in her hair.

I laughed as she launched herself on me giving me a big bear hug. I tripped over my own feet and Clarabelle landed on me, still not letting go. We were laughing like mad people.

"Ahem?!" Al gave Clarabelle a mock glare. "S'not like I'm your best friend as well." Clarabelle laughed as Albus pulled her up and they shared a big hug.

"Oh, guys! I haven't seen you for ages!" Clarabelle sighed, putting her arms around our shoulders.

Al laughed. "You saw us two weeks ago!"

Clarabelle stuck out her tongue. "Shut up, Four Eyes!" she teased, smacking Al on the back of the head.

Finally Al had found out why he was so clumsy. He was half blind! "Oh, leave me alone!" Al huffed.

Clarabelle laughed. "They suit you, honest!" she said. "I still think you should've gotten round classes like Harry."

Ah, yes. Turns out Malfoy had told Clarabelle about the Second Wizarding War, and about Uncle Harry, Mum and Dad. He forgot to mention that his family were major "Voldemort" supporters.

"Oh, Rosie and Ally (Albus protested at her nickname for him), I have so much to tell you! France was amazing..." her voice became distant when I found myself gazing into a familiar pair of steel grey eyes fringed by dark blond hair. They were like pools of liquid mercury and I could some strange emotion swell within my chest...

"ROSE! HAVE YOU BEEN LISTENING?" Clarabelle yelled as she pulled me onto the train. She glared and then followed my gaze at Malfoy. She looked at me, then at him, the back at me. Albus looked at Clarabelle, then at me, then Malfoy. Then they groaned.

"I thought you couldn't care less about Scorpius?" Clara sighed.

"I don't," I said defiantly.

"Then why do you look like you want to kill him?" Al asked, as he looked for a compartment.

"Who does Rose want to kill?" Karen asked, popping her head out of a compartment behind us.

"Malfoy, from what I heard," Abby said, from within the compartment.

I dragged my case into the compartment, followed by Al and Clarabelle. "He's an arse, ok? An honest to Merlin arse," I grumbled.

"Ok, Rosie," Al rolled his eyes.

Clarabelle, Al, Karen and Abby launched into a conversation about... I don't even know! I was too busy sulking in the corner, thinking about that foul git Malfoy. That stupid, moronic, idiotic, ninny Malfoy...

"Er... Hi, Rose?" Nancy Adams (from my Herbology class) looked at me, standing outside out the compartment peeping her head in.

"Huh?" I shook myself.

Karen sighed and looked at Nancy apologetically. "Sorry, she's sulking," Karen said, then turned to me, with a glare. "Nancy just wondered if she could sit with us."

I gave Nancy a small smile. "Yeah, sure. Whatever."

Abby rolled her eyes. "Thanks, Rose," Nancy said, sincerely. "So, how were you guys over the summer?"