He looked down, and saw that he was still wearing the tutu.
With an angry exclamation, he changed it back to his black robes, the tips of his ears going pink.
I shot him the cockiest grin I could form. I wasn’t scared of Malfoy. Anything he could dish, I could handle. I mouthed right back at him,
Bring it, ballerina boy.
Rose Weasley hates Scorpius Malfoy. Too bad he didn't get the memo....
Warning: Includes, exploding muffins, spiked drinks and chocolate coming to life :D