The POV of Rose Molly Weasley
I walked to dad, mommy and Hugo still thinking about Scorpius. He was cute. I hope I see him more often at Hogwarts. Just father would disinherit me if he find out I fancy a Malfoy. But he had that pretty girl with him. Behind that scolding face she had beautiful icy blue eyes, dark eyelashes outlining them and long straight brown hair. What can I possibly do about that? And he will most likely be in Slytherin anyway.
Albus has been worrying about which house he will be in. James keeps telling him he will be in Slytherin, Poor Al.
We boarded the train after all of us, Weasley's and potters, said good bye to our parents. It was hard to find an empty compartment so we could sit together. I passed by a compartment that held the girl that was with Scorpius early. Just she was all alone this time looking out the window eating chocolate. I made a mental note to come by later.
We FINALLY found a compartment and we all took our seats. I sat back and started reading Hogwarts: a History for the sixth time since I got my letter. I finished the book,again, and I looked up the sun was still out.
I excused myself and went to find the compartment with the girl. She was still by her self, reading a book, I opened the compartment door. Her head shot up, she put her book down. Her cold eyes burned into me. I went a bit red.
She smirked " you can sit down, ya know." She told me.
I smiled, relieved
" My name is Rowan Malfoy if your wondering." She said as her hair changed to a blond and eyes to a grey like Scorpius'
She is a Metamorphmagus
I stuck my hand out for her to shake. She smiled and shook it.
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