Rose’s cheeks were as bright as her hair.
“‘A Romantic Rendezvous Between The Houses!” Dominique read dramatically.
Roxanne turned to Rose. “It can’t be true… right?”
“How can any of this garbage be true?” Rose snapped as she attempted to grab the latest edition of the school newspaper from Dominique.
“Were you and Scorpius really snogging in the rain?” Dominque asked.
“That question doesn’t deserve an answer,” Rose replied, her cheeks turning a darker shade of pink.
“By the infamous Rita Skeeter,” Roxanne muttered as she saw the stunningly beautiful blonde beside her fabricated headline.
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