prompt: anarchy


"Anarchy! This is anarchy!"

Scorpius Malfoy glanced up from his book to see Rose Weasley across the library shrieking to her best friend.

"Calm down, Rose Weasley." The blonde girl demanded, rolling her eyes at her friend.

"Calm down? Calm down! I can't calm down! My notes are all over the place! I forgot to label them and now I don't know what is for what and what order what is in and—"

Scorpius watched as Emily Longbottom slapped Rose hard across the face, his eyebrows furrowed. Weren't they friends?

To his utter shock, Rose calmed down. "Thank you," she managed, letting out a breath.

He turned back to his book before they could notice him watching, but he wasn't interested in Hogwart's history any longer. No, now he was thinking about the madness that was Rose Weasley.

She was kinda cute, he decided. Even when she was freaking out.