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Rose was doing her monthly reading of the Tales of Beedle the Bard (“They’re very interesting stories,”) when she heard a familiar knocking pattern.
“I thought you weren’t going to show up until dinner?” Rose asked.
“Well, I wanted to stop by earlier to show this to you,” Scorpius said, handing her a letter that held
“Your OWL scores? Wait...does that mean…?”
Scorpius nodded, and Rose threw her book over her shoulder and bolted downstairs, knocking her brother to the side (“Oi! Watch it, you maniac!”).
Rose slammed the kitchen door open, startling her mother who was attempting to make French Bread Pizza.
“Sorry, mum. Has Chirp come in yet?”
Hermione looked back and forth between her daughter, Scorpius, and the dropped bread before asking the obvious.
“OWL scores?”
“Yep!” they both answered.
“In the living room,” she sighed, briefly grieving over the wasting of good bread.
They ran to the living room, and sure enough, there was a pile of letters. Rose grabbed the one on top and tore it opened, and out fell a new prefect badge.
“Oh, so they also gave you a new one?” Scorpius asked, holding up his new prefect badge. It wasn’t very different, but they could tell something changed. Perhaps the P was a different font, or maybe it was the fact that the badge wasn’t colored in. It still had the house animals, but they seem to be more...animated.
“Oh well, no need to dwell, let’s find your OWL scores.”
Rose opened the second letter, and this time, it was her OWL scores.
She hesitated to look at it, before handing it to Scorpius saying, “You read it. Please?”
Scorpius took the letter and viewed the scores. He couldn’t help but smile at the adorable look of apprehensiveness.
“Well, I can safely say, Rosie...you did better than me,”
She grabbed the letter from his hand and looked at her results.
Arithmancy - O
Astronomy - E
Care of Magical Creatures- O
Charms - O
Defense Against the Dark Arts - E
Herbology - O
History of Magic - O
Potions - O
Transfiguration - O
“Wait, how did I do better than you?” Rose asked.
“I got an E in Arithmancy and Magical Creatures. But I did get an O in Defense.”
In the eight months of being Rose Weasley’s boyfriend, Scorpius had gotten used to the tackle hugs that Rose would give when she was exceptionally happy, so he was prepared for the extra excited hug that Rose gave him. What he was not expecting, which he probably should have, was the snogging session that would occur with that hug.
“Am I interrupting?”
The two of them backed away from each other with comically fast pacing, only to find Albus standing in the doorway.
“Oh, come on!” Rose groaned, “First Scorpius is taller than me, now you are too? Why couldn’t I’ve inherited that gene from dad?”
“So I take it from the intense makeout session that you two got your OWL scores?”
“Yeah,” Scorpius answered, “What d’you get?”
“One A, six Es, one O, and one P.”
“History of Magic?”
“Yep, but hey, dad was proud of me. Said it was better than the D he got.”
“Well, maybe if you weren’t trying to stick your D in Cassie, you might’ve gotten an A,” Rose pointed out.
“First of all, not try, did (“Wait, you got some with Wait-Till-Marriage Longbottom?”) Yes, and second, like you two are any better! That wasn’t the first time I walked in with you on top of Scor with his shirt unbuttoned.”
They looked down, and indeed, Scorpius’s shirt was unbuttoned. Neither of them remembered doing it.
“Well, as it stands,” Scorpius said, hastily buttoning up his shirt, “we are now sixth years. Hurray to us!”
Cue group hug.