SPOILER!!: comments!

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Originally Posted by Bazinga

Oh goodness.. I love Scorpius! Him finding that... eeeep! *waits for more* This has been so good and it just keeps getting better and better!!!

he was sooo paranoid and suspicious about it too. I teased him about it XD

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Originally Posted by Kimothy

Lauren suggested that I read this and I did. I have not regretted my decision. You guys write so well, together especially! Keep it up, you lovely persons! The two most recent chapters got me hella excited! All the mystery eeeeppp

Aww I'm glady you are enjoying it Kimmy! Thank you for your kind words!

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Originally Posted by Stefan

...and we're thoroughly enjoying every word of this fanfic! Rose is a bit of every house to me, which makes her a very interesting character. My inner Slytherin however, is telling her that she was too careless not to seal her hiding nook. The moment Scorp entered the Library, I was like...uh-oh. And it wasn't a surprise when ALL of my Slytherin characters nodded in approval. NOW I can't wait for the next chapter! I already have theories but I'm going to keep those to myself for now.



I've already set up my own dungeon here, so yes...*awaits all the good Slytherin-y & Gryffindor-y stuff*

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I just did! I will have to go back to the Scorp posts because I am so biased about this character and let you know the lines that I like.

Rose has some really strong Gryffindor moments however as you will see in future chapters. But I agree with how interesting she is! It makes it a pleasure to write opposite Ern, because she does characters so very well they leap off the page for me! I feel totally lucky to get to write with her.

XD he was quite suspicious wasn't he? Like he thought it might be a trap. I'm loving your theories btw! Almost as much as your fanart <3

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Originally Posted by SilverTiger

*waits in anticipation for what's next* Although, I have to say, like Stefan, I pretty much already figured Scorp was going to find it.

My goal is going to have to be catching you unawares with a twist or two!

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ALSO guys! If you haven't seen already, Stefan made us some lovely fanart! A manip of Rose and Scorp! It is linked in the first post of this thread and do go check out his work if you haven't already! *PLUGS*

4.4 The Hidden Journal

To Whom It May Concern:

It is considered extremely rude to read someone else’s journal, which is what you're doing right now. Put it back where you found it immediately.

Scorpius smirked, wondering if instructions like that would work on anyone? No, book; Scorpius Malfoy would NOT put you back, immediately or otherwise. He continued reading.

To Whom It May Concern:

I can only assume that since you are still reading this journal, you believe yourself to be above the rules of common decency. I feel very sorry for your mother having raised a child as rude as you are.

In actual fact the journal was right. Scorpius did tend to believe himself above anything at all considered common, but he hardly thought it was fair to assume him rude. It was a book. In a library. There was nothing odd about him reading it, or rude. And his mother had raised him very well, thank you very much, book.

Dear Interloper,

I was quite assured last year, during the Horrible Incident in which my own cousin stole my journal from beneath my mattress and read snippets aloud in the common room, that I am the most boring person alive and that no one with a life of their own would be remotely interested in my day-to-day or the things I feel pertinent enough to record. If that is true, and if you are still reading this journal in spite of the fact that it is rude and invasive, I might as well offer one last warning: you probably have better things to do than read my thoughts and activities. After said Horrible Incident, I bought a charmed journal and found a new location to hide it in order to discourage the extreme lengths curiosity will lead those of my own blood. As all the old and boring entries have been transferred over via copying charms, you should be prepared to be very bored in short order. There is neither scandal nor salty language in this journal, nor have I had time or desire to cultivate a great romance at this point in my life.

All in all, if you persist in reading that which is clearly not your business, I must warn you: prepare yourself for extreme boredom and disappointment.

This journal and its author clearly needed to be taken down a peg or two. Scorpius, ever obliging, would do so simply by reading it in spite of the stupid warnings. If it was too boring to read, then he'd stop because he wanted to and not because some bloody journal insisted it was nobody's business. He'd already figured out a thing or two about whoever the owner was. Trumped up opinion of themselves, possessing of at least one unsavoury family member, female (after all, there was that 'Great Romance' bit), bossy. Definitely that last one. He pulled a disparaging face at the book and turned the page to the first entry.

1 September 2017

Breakfast:
1 egg, scrambled
1 slice of bread, lightly toasted, served with butter and marmalade
1 glass, milk
2 strips, bacon

I am not exactly sure how this whole journal thing goes. L insists that any proper girl must keep a diary for all her adventures and love affairs, which is a bit frightening from a 9-year-old. I don’t think I can keep anything so frivolous (isn’t that a marvelous word?) as a diary, but a journal is quite alright. Even Aunt G keeps a journal, and she’s worked as a actual writer for years and years. Mum bought me this little lined book, even though I never would have asked for it myself. Everyone is so uptight about journals in this family, which is why L continues to beg for one unsuccessfully. She likes the ones with the tiny heart-shaped lock and even tinier key, but Aunt G absolutely refuses.

It seems very Romantic to write letters to oneself. Not in the kissy-face way, but in the Heathcliff on the moors sort of way. (Yes, I’ve read that book, although I think it would scandalize Dad tremendously. People dying for love and all that codswallop). Except maybe that isn’t the way Mum wanted me to use this book. Suppose I’m supposed to keep track of my homework and such in here, and she would think it self-indulgent to spend two WHOLE paragraphs worrying over what to write. I doubt she’d ever ask to see what I write about, but sometimes I feel that she just knows things.

Down to business, then. We’re leaving for the train station in a few minutes, and I’ll be on my way to Hogwarts for the first time. We’re taking the car, which is why Dad and H keep walking around it in the driveway, kicking at the tires and talking loudly about ‘horsepowers’. I don’t know what a horsepower is, and I’m pretty sure Dad doesn’t either. I spent all weekend packing my trunk, but, even though I used the checklist she provided, Mum has unpacked it twice to make sure I’m not forgetting anything. She even colorcoded my packing list and stuck it inside the lid of the trunk. As if I need an alphabetical listing of which pajamas and socks I’m taking.

I wish we’d just GO already. My stomach is full of snitches.

Scorpius read through the first entry once and then again and slower having taken particular note of the date. Whoever wrote this wasn't just at the school now, they had, by the date, been sorted at the exact same time as him. Well that was interesting enough. He considered the warnings at the start of the journal and the note that the old entries had been transferred into it from whatever original book held them, and wondered at why the author had felt it necessary. Maybe there was something useful in here, or why waste the time and effort let alone the paper?

Continuing to read, Scorpius spent a moment scoffing at the journal. Wuthering Heights! He knew it was a girl, just knew it. Didn't even need the writer to confirm it when there was stuff like that peppered throughout. Never mind that Scorpius caught the reference and understood it. The library at home was expansive, that was all that meant. Not that he had to justify himself to a journal. He had his own moment of introspection, recalling that first trip to Kings Cross. His father certainly hadn't taken him by car. Who did that, honestly? Might as well just make it go all the way there like a muggle. What did they call that again? Driving! Might as well just drive it all the way to Hogsmeade instead of taking up space on the express. He raised one eyebrow. These people were obviously bonkers. Horses had nothing to do with cars. And horses with powers were obviously magical horses. Flying horses made far more sense as a method of transportation in Scorp's eyes. He continued reading.

Lunch:
1 sandwich, corned beef
1 grape soda
1 chocolate frog (Card: Hermione Granger. Is that supposed to be comforting?)

I keep remembering that Mum and Dad met each other on their very first train ride, and that Dad met his very best friend in the train station beforehand. Every single person I look at, I keep thinking ‘are we going to be friends?’ and then ‘oh, Merlin, I hope I don’t have to fall in love with you someday.’ The very first person we met when we got here was this extremely short boy with a squashed-puppy face, and if he’s my soul mate, then I am very disappointed in the state of my soul. I expected so much more.

Mum keeps reminding me, “You’re going to have a lovely time. Don’t worry if you don’t make any friends at first. People are intimidated by brainy women.” And SO ON. And then Dad says, “Avoid mountain trolls. And if you’re sorted into Slytherin, don’t bother coming home for Christmas.” I know he’s JOKING, but Mum gets all frantic and starts touching my hair and sighing.

I don’t think my brother knows how to keep them from making each other crazy. What will they do without me?

In spite of Mom’s fretting, as soon as A shows up, I remember that I’m not going to school without friends. I’m going to school with my best friend since we were wearing diapers, practically. He’s worried too, I can tell, and it makes me feel brave inside. I always feel brave when A is scared, because I know it’s my job to make sure we end up right in the end. And I’m going to make sure A and I end up right at Hogwarts, and we get into Gryffindor together, and that we get the best grades possible, and that someday we’re Head Girl and Head Boy together.

We’re on the train now, and I ought to put this away and go look around a bit with A. Now that we've eaten the lunch his mum packed, he’s impatient to see things, and if I don’t go with him, he might not make it back to our car in time to change into his robes later. Not sure if I’m even doing this journal thing right, but it seems awfully time consuming.

Why was he still reading this? Why was this girl writing her food down? Dieting? Whoever she was would have been eleven or twelve, since obviously they were sorted when he was, according to the dates that the journal oh so courteously provided. The mere mention of 'dinner' instantly made Scorp's stomach gurgle in response. Well he'd just have to get something later, since rolling into the Great Hall during meal time was never a good look, and always garnered unwanted attention from professors and prefects alike, though he supposed he could use Quidditch Captain business as an excuse. That was one he preferred not to overuse though, Scorpius Malfoy wasn't one to cry werewolf so to speak. He went back to reading and the journal got a bit of a stare at this whole 'if you’re sorted into Slytherin, don’t bother coming home for Christmas' business. Gryffindor. Well. That cleared things up. His eyebrows went up at the mention of Head Boy and Head Girl. The only person he could think of in his year that was actively angling to be head was Yates Shacklebolt. Or maybe not so much angling as expecting it on a silver platter, something Scorpius wouldn't mind seeing thwarted. Something he wouldn't mind having a hand in thwarting actually, as long as there were no repercussions on him of course.

His stomach was being insistent with its hunger pains now so Scorpius closed the journal. The disclaimer had been a little bit right, about the boring stuff, but he still wanted to come back and read a bit more, see if he could figure out who it was and maybe find out something useful. For now though, he shut the journal and carefully placed it in the alcove, exactly as he had found it. The shelf was replaced and Scorpius checked to see that he'd left everything just so. Satisfied with his efforts, he decided to head to the kitchens and bribe a house elf to provide him with something to eat in his dorm and puzzle over who could possibly be the journal's owner and how he might make use of that information.