Vermilion (SCOROSE)

15. Thursday, November 10th, 2022: In which I have the Bludger Curse

Thursday, November 10th, 2022. Early. Quidditch Pitch Benches.

Malfoy Interaction Evasion Count: 9

That's right. 

Since Tuesday when I vowed to treat Malfoy as a stranger, I have managed to completely and totally AVOID him on a total of NINE occasions. 

Am I feeling proud of myself?

Yes, I most certainly am. 

In hallways, I haven't even spared him a single glance. In classes, when he talks, I always visibly roll my eyes. In the Library, when he sits on the armchair across me to have a conversation, I immediately get up and leave. 

The only obstacle is Potions, which, yes, you guessed right, I did indeed have today. 

I sit next to him in Potions. 

While it was, indeed, almost as difficult as rocket science, I still masterfully did not utter a single word, nor spared him a single glance while we were working. 

Don't get me wrong. 

On all these occasions, he has tried to talk to me. It wasn't just me being silent and him being silent. 

He nags me and pokes me with quills and even shakes me violently.

Today, in Potions, I was very, very, close to succumbing to my fury. He was saying, "Rose, hi. Hey, Rose. Whatchu doin', Rose? How's your day going, Rose? You look like you brushed your hair with a fork today, Rose. Rose? Rooooose?"

While that was indeed EXASPERATING, I still focused on my breathing and controlled my anger.

Then, he started fiddling around with my diary. Yes, you. YES. THIS DIARY. THIS VERY DIARY. MY ONLY DIARY. MY HEART AND SOUL. MY BLOOD, SWEAT, AND TEARS.

He opened a few pages and read out loud from it when the class was too loud to listen or care. Most of the actual entries he read from were fine and dandy. They were quite usual. Like, one was from two years ago and I was complaining about all the homework I had for Charms. 

Even that was alright to me. Him stealing my diary wasn't what set off the red alarm. 

The thing that actually did was what followed. 

He made up a few passages and shared them with the random Slytherin bloke sitting in front of us. Frans, was it? I don't want to get into detail as to what these imaginary passages were for the sake of my own dignity. Let's just say it was R-rated content. 

I smacked him hard on the head with my cauldron (which was boiling hot, by the way, and burned my fingers). I quickly snatched away my diary away from him. 

I didn't look at him or say anything while doing so, though.

Truly, I have tranformed into a Evasion Genius. I can evade Scorpius in the most humiliating, exasperating, and degrading circumstances. I can treat him like a complete stranger. 

I'm smiling my head off right now. I'm afraid my cheeks will fall off. 

Since a lot has been happening in the last three weeks, I haven't really described my early morning Thursdays routine. But, because things are usual and sane now, I can finally describe today's daily routine.

As you know, diary, per usual, I woke up forty five minutes early today because I had to go to the Quidditch Pitch to watch Elle practice with the Gryffindors. She hates being alone while she practices. Especially in the winter. She enjoys Laura and my lame cheers. So, yeah, like always, we have to watch her practice and then head out to breakfast together.