Harry Potter : Next Generation

Chapter 11 Rose

Scorpius Malfoy was an absolute prick. He had always been a prick and I had just never noticed it until now. I had probably become friends with him because my subconscious told me it was the right thing to do. Deep down I probably felt bad for the poor sod being born into a family known for their bigotry so I, being the forgiving person I was at that time, had refused to believe in prejudices and give everyone, including a Malfoy, the benefit of the doubt. Well I had been wrong. He wasn't worth my time because apparently I wasn't worth his. I wasn't mad that he was hanging out with some other Slytherin girl. I wasn't even mad about the studying. I was mad that he had called me friendless as if I had never mattered to him. I was mad that he had forgotten about me. Because was I really that unimportant? Was I not even worth his time? Was it that easy to just forget about me when anyone else was a possibility?

I made my way back to my dorm holding back tears. I refused to let anyone see me cry, not until I got to the room, to my bed, and to my cat. I was probably going to be like that forever according to Scorpius. Just an old, friendless cat lady in the way of his ever important social life. When I finally made it back to the dorm I sat down on my bed and sobbed, drawing the curtains around me. I had plenty of other friends, I told myself, losing one wasn't a big deal. But it was Scorp. Scorp who had been there for me since we had met through Al. Scorp who had never judged me. Until now of course. I felt Thalia leap up onto my bed and snuggle into my side. At least I had her, even if she was a cat. She'd never forget about me.

"Gods what is wrong?" I heard my roommate Jessaline say from outside my curtain. (AN did I introduce her yet? I forgot sorry) I must've forgotten to cast a silencing charm. "It sounds like you're dying."

"Gee thank Jessaline" I replied, "because that's definitely what I came in to hear. You're so comforting. You should be a therapist."

"What even is that?" She asked, "it sounds disgusting."

"A therapist is someone who gives people therapy Jessaline" I told her slowly, "you know like comforting people and helping them through hard times? You seem to be quite good at it."

"Why would anyone even do that?"

"It's called sarcasm Jessaline" I sighed.

"Whatever" she said, "could you just keep it down?"

"You know there's a spell for that right?"

"Yes, but that would require doing work. And I'm currently trying to relax."

"Here" I rolled my eyes and cast a silencing charm on her bed, "have fun." I decided I'd be better off to leave the room then sit with Jessaline complaining. I dried my eyes as best as I could and headed back out of the downstairs. I decided to go to the kitchens, but when I opened the portrait door there was Alyssa and Lyla.

"Rose what's wrong?" Alyssa asked.

"Nothing" I told them, "really I'm fine. I was just headed down to the kitchens."

"Oh food sounds great" Alyssa said, "I skipped lunch since I was tutoring Al and" her face went red.

"Well anyways" Lyla said, "I ate lunch but I'm starving."

"You can tell us what's wrong on the way Rose. And don't tell me it's nothing. We're your friends and we can see that you're obviously upset. We want to help."

"Really?" It was nice to hear that, especially after what Scorp had said.

"Yep" Lyla replied, "now what's the matter?"

"Scorp and I had a fight."

"About?" Lyla prompted.

"Well we're not really friends anymore" I told them, the tears coming back to my eyes.