In the Eyes of the Houses of Hogwarts

September 3rd, 2017

Yawn. Morning has broken. I'm tired. Let's do revenge with Rose tomorrow. I rub my eyes and look around the dormitories. Nobody's awake yet. I turn around to my bed and in front of me I see a package. I stumble over it and rip off the paper. Just a Firebolt. Hmph. And… a picture of Dad! He wore a serious sneer and a black suit like mine. Cunning. "Mulciber! Look at this!" I yell. He mutters something, lazily gets up, and walks over. I look through the package again. There's fried chicken. The smell picks up and makes my mouth water. Mmm… I quickly dive for the chicken. Mulciber finally comes. "Look!" I say. "Dad's old picture! It's his first year in Hogwarts!" I say excitedly. It's usual sneer is inside, like mine. ( I make a good impression of him…) Oh, and Dad sent me a letter. I put it down below.

Dear Scorpius, I inform you that I have sent you a Firebolt, just a few galleons, a picture of myself, and a batch of chicken the House-elf made. I myself remember back eons ago when I was seeker on my team. I was completely convinced at the time nasty Potter (forgive my use of language) had cheated. Now I know it was a simply large stroke of unfair luck. How is it in school? Make the best grades so those Gryffindors will not boast, and ignore those beastly Rose and Albus. Use the galleons for whatever, if you run out, inform me, and Anastasia wanted to send you this. I do not know how it will be of any use, but use it if you can. Hope you Outstand in every class. See you during Christmas. (When it comes around, of course.)

Dad

Mmm… Dad's fried chicken is good! Even for something that was sent, it's still crispy and hot. I better stop eating and save some for dinner and lunch. I go down to the great hall and apparently, practically no one is there but a couple of Ravenclaws, a few Hufflepuffs, no Gryfinndors (Yay!) and Mulciber and me. His eyes are still tired looking. I sit down on the Slytherin's table. I eat. Once I'm finished, everyone starts streaming in. Then as I look around, I see her with those not-even-close-to-be-menacing (Mine are SO much better than hers! She looks like squinting at something! Dad's and mine are WAY more better than hers! Of course, Dad's and my menacing eyes are equal. Okay, maybe Dad's are better. Or mine…) eyes of Rose. She sits down, then I come up with a way of revenge! "Anapneo." I whisper, pointing my wand at her. A jet of silvery red comes from my wand and makes a circle around Rose's face. She hacks. Then gacks, and passes out. Oops. Might of always been too good at spells. Oh well.  Some Gryfinndors crowd around her, checking out on what happened to her. I turn around as more people start to surround Rose. Someone later takes her to the hospital wing to Madam Pomfrey. Now they do it. I snicker and turn away. Mulciber stares at me, and I wave him off as I continue snickering. Once I finish, I stand up, brush the crumbs off of my robes, and head off to the Slytherin Common Room. Time for homework. I stare at my Potions homework, reading the assignment. Sighing, I start. I finish around 9:00 and start on my next batch of homework. Someone behind me mutters, "Poor bloke." I snort and continue. I finish everything at 11:30 and head off for a brisk walk. The wind blows through my hair. I see the greenhouses, then that oaf "Professor" Hagrid's little pathetic hut. I turn around and walk back to the castle. By the time I return to the castle, it's lunch. As I take a seat next to a random fifth year and Mulciber, I manage to take a quick glance at the Gryffindor table. I see Rose, fully recovered.