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     It wasn’t often that the happenings of Rose’s life were out of her control. The daily schedules she made were not only to assure that she did not miss anything, but so that she could anticipate what needed to be done far in advance as well. It had been that way since she was a fledgling witch in her first year, so this seemingly menial task did not appear to be unusual to her – just another oddity of the enigma that was Rose Weasley.

     With assignments done days in advance, nights planned to roam the halls flashing her Head Girl badge separated from those where Quidditch called for her attention, and even her meals managed to the minute, how could things go wrong?
                      – How could she _{f a i l.} 

     It wasn’t often that Rose’s life caught up to her or that she admittedly made a mistake that upset the balance of her life she planned so diligently. Yet, she was human. She was prone to the flaws and foibles man is plagued with just as anyone else was. How she treated the circumstance, however, was with less poise and grace than most. Storming through the halls, fire behind her eyes and force to her step, anybody was smart enough to get out her way.

     Reaching into her bag with vigor, the lioness extracted her notebook and the old muggle pen of hers labeled “I Love London.” Biting and holding the cap in her mouth, she pulled the instrument forward and scribbled on the page aggressively before fixing it to the door of her chosen classroom with a flick of the wand, ⎛good for charms indeed.⎠

                                            DO  _{N O T}  DISTURB

     The slam of the door echoed against the walls of Hogwarts’s hallowed halls, accompanied with the thud of her bag against the chalk board before it fell to the ground, spilling half its contents. Shaking hands ran though ginger locks only to be interrupted be the creak of an opening door. It appeared one individual lacked the intelligence to heed her warning. Rose addressed the intruder without so much as seeing who they were.
            ❛ –Can’t you r e a d?❜

 Scorpius Malfoy thought about how very little he knew far more often than he should. The only thing he really did know, confusingly, was that he was rather uninformed. The Daily Prophet had been the only paper allowed in the Malfoy household, and even at Hogwarts the only other source of news was a battered Quibbler passed through the Hufflepuff common room amongst giggles. 

    Yes, Scorpius was altogether largely oblivious to the world outside, but he did know when people were disgruntled. The signs were always obvious- reddened cheeks or tightened fists or maybe even a flustered grunt. 

    The girl storming into a Transfiguration classroom, then, showed all the classic symptoms of a temper flaring. His sympathetic side- with a twinge in his stomach he realized his father would have dismissed it as his girlish tendencies- compelled him to follow. 

    A mistake, obviously, seeing the anger on Rose Weasley’s face.  

    ❝Erm-❞ he stammered, his usual composure completely blown apart. He had spoken very infrequently to Rose Weasley, despite all his hope that they might be friends. It was stupid, really. Gryffindors were, as a group, pretty quiet towards Hufflepuffs. Distaste wasn’t the issue, really. Scorpius always figured that their values were just so vastly different that it was difficult to reach common ground. 

    Still, he had gotten himself into this mess, and he would get himself out of it. He tried again.  ❝Well, I mean, you seemed- I dunno, upset, and the sign was almost a cry for help, if you will. Are you sure there’s nothing wrong? I’m relatively skilled as a… listener.❞ 

    God, could he have been any more tactless? There was no way Rose Weasley would be impressed or even interested by that. A listener. What, was he five? Scorpius berated himself internally as his cheeks reddened. Just say something. Respond. Please.