Sparks Fly (Harry Potter FanFiction)

Chapter 5

Taking her seat in the second row next to Amelia, Rose looked around at who else was in her class. She noticed several people who had been in her classes last year, including, Leah Fisher, Robyn Parkinson, Thomas McLaggen and Jason Lawrence. To her dismay, she also saw Natalie sitting in the front row, chatting to her friend. Just before the morning bell rang, the door opened and Scorpius Malfoy walked in. Rose was quite surprised at this, as she had known Scorpius was smart, but never knew he was smart enough to be accepted into Advanced Potions. Rose found herself admiring his ashen grey eyes. She realised that his eyes were actually looking at her and she quickly looked down at the blank parchment in front of her, going red from embarrassment. Rose wondered why she'd even looked at him. She'd never noticed him before, yet now she couldn't help but wonder more about him. "Stop being stupid." Rose told herself. "You have too much work to do this year."

Scorpius sat in the seat infront of Rose. A few moments later, Professor Dippet walked in. He wore navy robes, the hem trailing behind him. His stern eyes scrutinising everyone in the class. They lingered for a few moments over Scorpius before moving on.

"Welcome everyone to Advanced Potions." The Professor said, his voice echoing throughout the room. "You're all here because you are intelligent enough and I hope you can all prove it. Anyone who gets below average will endanger their position in this class. I expect you all to listen closely and study hard..."

Rose found herself staring at the back of Scorpius' head, thinking about how he'd been looking at her with those handsome, grey eyes. Did he like her?

"Miss Weasley!" The voice echoed, tearing her from her thoughts.

"It would be greatly appreciated if he could pay attention during class!" Professor Dippet spat, his face turning a slight shade of red.

"Sorry." Rose said meekly.

"Not a very good first impression Miss Weasley. Try not to daze off again." Dippet said, looking down at Rose. She heard several people snicker.

"I promise it won't happen again sir."

"It better not. Now, continuing from where we left off. Miss Weasley, could you please tell us what colour is a Chelidonium Miniscula potion?"

"A dark yellow" Rose answered confidently.

"And what gives it this colour?"

"The yellow flowers it is made from." She said, looking the Potions Master in the eye.

He stared back for a few moments before looking away. As he walked past her, she noticed Scorpius looking at her, a look of empathy in his eyes. She looked away from him, knowing she would quickly become distracted thinking about his grey eyes.

"You will be writing an essay about this potion then making it in a few weeks time and studying its effects..." Dippet continued.

Rose made sure she paid attention for the rest of the lesson, answering everything she could. She didn't want to give Dippet another chance to embarrass her.

The rest of the day went by uneventfully. Scorpius was only in one of her other classes, Herbology with Professor Longbottom. Alice was in the majority of her classes, which she was grateful for.

When the final bell at the end of the last class rang, Rose made her way to Professor Forsvar's office on the third floor.

After knocking she entered the Professor's office. Professor Forsvar had decorated her cos office with various Gryffindor items. Her desk was situated in the middle, with a high-backed, scarlet cushioned chair behind it lined with a golden trimming. The right wall was covered by a tapestry embroidered with the Gryffindor logo. A large trophy cabinet took up the left side of the room. The shelves inside it were filled with the various trophies, medals and certificates awarded to past Gryffindor students. Several of the accolades were originally awarded to Rose's parents, her uncle and Professor Longbottom. They were some of the most famous wizards and the Head of Gryffindor House made sure no one ever forgot that the wizards who had defeated Lord Voldemort were once Gryffindor students. When Rose had first started at Hogwarts, she had expected Neville Longbottom to be Head of Gryffindor House, but had learnt that the Herbology professor was happy with just a teaching role.

The Professor was sitting at her desk in her high-backed, scarlet chair, hunched over a roll of parchment. Her blonde-brown hair plaited over her shoulder. Taylor Forsvard had only been at Hogwarts for a few years and was still quite young, only in her mid twenties, yet she had a presence in any room that marked her as a leader.

"Please Miss Weasley, take a seat." Forsvard said, indicating the wooden seat opposite her.

"Due to an unfortunate run-in with a dragon, Miss Julia Clearwater has been unable to continue attending Hogwarts and has had to forfeit as captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team." Forsvar's sea green eyes were twinkling, despite the bad news she'd just told Rose. "I was wondering if perhaps you might like to take her place as captain of the Quidditch team?"

Rose was shocked at this news. "Of course!" She managed to get out. "I'd love to!"

"Fantastic!" Forsvar said. "I will inform the Headmistress and players. I will deliver the training schedule Julia sent by.."

"Excuse me Professor." Rose interrupted. "Why would you choose me. I'm only an average Chaser. Surely Albus Potter would be the better choice."

"My dear Rose. Do you not think I have considered the other current team members? Albus is far too softly spoken. He would have too much trouble deciding between choices that would better the team and choices that would upset someone. Also, you've scored over three hundred goals, I'd hardly call that average."

"But..."

"Stop doubting yourself. You'll be a fantastic captain. Now shoo! I'm a very busy woman."

Rose quickly got up, thanked the Professor and left, closing the door behind her. She breathed a sigh of relief, glad that she hadn't been in trouble.

Rose was so ecstatic about her new title, she practically skipped back to the Gryffindor common room.