Harry Potter and the Long Lost Sister

That's Far Out Man

Jane POV

I ferociously started filling up my plate with everything in front of me. By the time I was satisfied with the large mound of Sheppard's pie slices and different versions of hash, I parted ways from my house table and walked towards the Slytherin table, plopping myself down right in between Al and Scorp. Normally, I would drum up some conversation, but they wouldn't have payed much attention anyway. Scorpius was scoping the area (the table) for a rib-eye and Albus must have had the most amazing idea (not really) to stick about five jumbo dinner rolls in his mouth all at once. He continued by hacking it down his throat, never once stopping to consider that maybe just maybe, chewing is always another option when it comes to, ya know, not dying during supper. After stealing the oversized plates in which the food is originally served on when it appears on our tables and filling them to the brim with scoops of ice-cream, molten fudge-filled brownies, and raisin pudding(my idea of course), we decided to walk up to the Astronomy Tower. Before leaving, however,I saw Hugo Granger-Weasley try to mimic us, until Rose and James intervened and then gave him a stern talking to about how if the psycho, the still being debated if even death-eater's son, and the black sheep were doing it then it was practically a sin.

Scorpius POV

As we made our way up the old stairway and into the open air, we got to know our new friend a little better. Turns out she's like a big ol' middle finger and a couple rounds of the drunk man's rendition of the Elder's Swear (A/N: YOUR MOTHER IS A... HIPPOPOTAMUS...DANIEL RADCLIFFE...! ahhh! Good times! Yeah you're welcome) to the Hufflepuff stereotype. You know the one I'm talking about: Hufflepuff are weak. Stoners. Push-overs. Good for nothing.
Albus POV
She suddenly pulls out an iPod. How did she even get one?! Isn't she a pureblood? "So Aries (A/N: It's pronounced A-rye-is not like the horoscope), the sixth year Hufflepuff from Herbology, gave me this muggle contraption"-"that plays music. My dad gave us one when I was seven." I said quickly before realizing I had just interrupted Jane. "How is that able to work here though? Shouldn't it be going haywire here in the magical community? I mean that's what everyone has said since, well, even before Dumbledore!" Scorp always asked a lot of questions. He gets excited and ends up rambling on and on. "Oh my Merlin! You two don't know? Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw got together and figured out a way around that problem years ago! C'mon boys, get with the times!" She said then burst out laughing. "I understand why Slytherin would be excluded from your little shenanigans, but how come Gryffindor doesn't know about this?", questioned Scorpius again. "So clueless. Contrary to popular belief, only about a quarter of Hufflepuff gets along with Gryffindor. The party animals to be exact." "How do you know more about Hufflepuff in two days than we've learned in four years?", Scorp and I say in unison. "Because I like studying people. Their mannerisms. Way of being. What makes them tick. Society is pretty interesting, ya know! I pick up on little things deemed too trivial for those satisfied with knowing nothing." Scorpius jokingly starts to snap his fingers in applause. I join in and fake cry. "That was so beautiful! You don't even know!" I say. "So deep. That's far out man" Scorpius adds to the banter. Then we burst out laughing. Jane just rolls her eyes in a mocking manner and tries her best to keep a straight face. She fails. Miserably. So there we are all cracking up like idiots. Until SOMEONE *cough cough* had to ruin it.
Scorpius POV
Red fiery hair all curly, piercing green eyes, freckles sprinkled across her nose, tall busty figure standing tall with a hand on her hip. Rose Granger-Weasley. "What in bloody HELL are you three doing? Do you know what time it is?!", she said in an angry tone. "I'm going to go out on a limb here and say that it's night time", Jane fired back sarcastically. Rose, clearly upset, puffed out her chest, stood a bit taller, and scowling, said "Why yes, it is night time you little smartalec! So late in fact that it's past curfew! Twenty points from your houses. Each." She finished that last part with a look of triumph. "Your just jealous because we have friends!" Albus retorted angrily. This was clearly not a good idea because not only would it make Rose even angrier, but it was extremely untrue. Rose was the most popular girl in school. She was beautiful, intelligent,athletic, a Gryffindor, and the only one of us that had somehow lived up to the hype that was our parents' generation. She was everything that made up a perfect school life. "Now we both know that isn't true. And just for that, detention. All of you! Now hurry up to your house dormitories before I call Filch". With that, all three of us were on our feet and rushing to get out of there. "Good night Rosie!", I told her before following Jane and Albus down the stone steps. "It's Rose!" I heard as I ran down the steps. I chuckled. One day, she'll be mine.