Vermilion (SCOROSE)

14. Tuesday, November 8th, 2022: In which I meet a ghost

Tuesday, November 8th, 2022. Potions. 

Imagine sitting next to Scorpius Malfoy. 

Imagine him being your ex-mate. 

Imagine you writing about it in a diary while he sits next to you. 

Goodness, I really like to live dangerously, don't I? Of course, Scorpius is completely absorbed by class. He won't notice me writing about him.

Other than History of Magic and Transfiguration, Potions is the only other class I have with Scorpius. And it's safe to say that he excells in all three. He enjoys Potions much more than Transfiguration. That I can tell by just the dirty old smirk on his face when he's taking notes, as if he sees the hidden beauty of whatever we're learning. Like an Easter Egg only he can hatch. 

Nothing is comparable to his love for Defense, however. 

I don't have that class with him. Defense is with Hufflepuffs for me, which is very interesting, because they are as squeamish about harming things and dueling and so on as I am. 

Scorpius has Defense with Ravenclaws. 

I've heard that Ryan and him have duelled before. I never heard who won, though. We all have to duel each other at some point, so it wasn't surprising. Girls were just obssessing over it, given who the people are. I mean, LOOK at Ryan. The bloke is a miracle from God. Not saying Scorpius falls any short either, though. By appearance, that is.

But, he's an arse. I don't know why he's being like this. 

What was I saying, again? Oh, yeah! He loves Defense. If I had to guess, I'd say it's a drug to him. 

 "There you go, in your diary again," he whispered to me. He said it like it was an insult. I felt like punching him. He didn't even look in my direction. He continued being absorbed by his work. 

I'm ignoring him, honestly. I've been fuelled by this inexplicable fury at him. I can't project it out at him of course, so I need to be a passive agressive twat. 

And, finally. The bell just rang. So it means this was the last class of today and I have offically survived sitting next to my ex-mate. 

Tuesday, November 8th, 2022. Common Room. Around 5 pm. 

I'm doing my homework for Friday. I already finished everything due in between. I could just do this tomorrow and still be safe, but I feel like distracting myself. There's Arithmacy work. I also need to do a History of Magic "Midterm Essay" due at the end of this term. We won't have a midterm exam for History of Magic. Instead, we have this 2000 word essay on a research question we have to create about any time period of our choosing (one we've studied, of course). I feel like going with 1990s. That's history, right? Thirty years ago. I want to talk about the Second Wizarding War. I can also ask Hagrid about stuff and send a letter to my mum to help me out. 

I'm doing arithmacy right now, though. History of Magic seems like grueling work. I'd rather wait for around November 20th-issh. That's the weekend after this one. The Ravenclaw vs. Slytherin match is the final one of the year on that weekend. It's going to be exciting. Too bad I don't give half a fiddlestick about quidditch. So, I can have the peace and mind to work in the Library ALONE. I'll have all the books I need for my essay to myself. That whole weekend, everyone and their mother will be at the match or partying before/after the match. The following Monday will definitely be interesting. I don't think many people will come to class given their massive hangovers. That weekend is really toxic, in fact, because after that week, midterm exams start. So, I'm finishing off all my minor assignments this week so I can study. I need to get better marks on the exams than Mudfloy.