𝑻𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒏𝒔 ☆ 𝑅𝑜𝑠𝑎𝑙𝑦𝑛 𝑃𝑜𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟

𝑌𝐸𝐴𝑅 𝑆𝐼𝑋 ☆ 15

A week had passed and there had been no mention of the budding Neville and Rosalyn romance. Hannah Abbot was quite resentful towards Rosalyn at that moment, but Rosalyn didn't mind. She was and had been the same way.

Anyway, now, everyone was in the great hall, doing homework, chatting with friends and practicing spells.

Rosalyn was reading Advanced Potion Making beside Hermione on a bench, whilst Neville, Seamus, Harry and Ron faced them. Rosalyn just couldn't get her mind off those three words.

𝑺𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒖𝒎𝒔𝒆𝒎𝒑𝒓𝒂 - 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒆𝒔

She knew an enemy that she wanted to try it on, and she definitely knew that they were up to something... the only problem was catching them at it.

And yes, this was Malfoy. Where is he... Rosalyn thought as she looked around the room. She couldn't see him. Blaise Zabini and Pansy Parkinson were sitting at the Slytherin table but Rosalyn couldn't see Malfoy between them.

She soon gave up.

But then- if he wasn't there, then where was he? It was lunch, so classes resumed soon... and where was he gonna be?

Then she saw him. He was up near the teachers table, trying to not be noticed, so, naturally, Rosalyn kept a (perhaps unnecessary) close eye on him. She noticed him slip away, and more than hastened to follow him.

He practically ran through the corridors, but Rosalyn had no trouble keeping up. She made sure to keep a safe distance, but she had to follow him.

If he goes into the room of requirement, I'll be able to get in the door before it closes, Rosalyn thought.

But he didn't go to any room of requirement. He went to the boy's loos.

For about three minutes, Rosalyn stood outside the toilets, wondering if she could go in or not. Perhaps Malfoy was just doing his business, and she did not want to see that.

I have to catch him at it...

But it's the boy's toilets!

But Malfoy's doing something, and his reasons for being in there won't be innocent...

You can't seriously be thinking of going in there.

But I am.

You can't be!

On and on this went for three minutes until Rosalyn realised that she had to swallow her pride, grit her teeth and go in.

When she entered, she saw Malfoy, jumper off, shirt untucked. He was breathing hard, perhaps crying. His hands gripped the sink and his knuckles were white.

Rosalyn felt no pity. "I know what you did Malfoy. You cursed her didn't you?"

Malfoy turned round, and the next moment he sent a non-verbal hex at her. She dodged, yelling back. "Furnurculus!"

Malfoy, again, dodged and it hit the sink, shattering it. He ran and so did Rosalyn, she opened cubicles and yelled hexes.

"Reducto!"

That burst a pipe and water went spraying everywhere.

"Stupefy!" Malfoy bellowed. This shot past Rosalyn, who got herself out the way just in time.

She peeked round the corner, shouting. "Petrificus totalus!" But it didn't work as Malfoy was nowhere to be seen.

Rosalyn went down on her knees, looking underneath the cubicles. She saw several toilet bowls, water splattered on the floor and lots of soggy toilet paper, but no Malfoy.