Like the back of my hand...hey, that's new! (rose)

[HUGO ARTHUR WEASLEY]

Hugo Arthur Weasley ;;

It was just another morning at Hogwarts, and the Great Hall was bustling with students eager to fill their stomachs before class started. Hugo was staggering in late as usual, he really wasn't a morning person. His red hair was a messy mop on top of his head, and his outfit consisted of his favorite red t-shirt and a pair of jeans that had seen better days. He had no classes this morning, but the lanky teenage boy could only go so long without food and if he didn't get breakfast now, he would have to make his way down to the kitchens later and bug the house elves for some food. His mother had taught him that house elves were not their slaves, and therefore asking them for some food right after they had cleaned up would be rude. He made his way to the Ravenclaw table, which was looking pretty empty at this point. Most students stood around talking and laughing, Hugo said hi to his friends as he walked past. He sat down beside another morning straggler and loaded up a plate with bacon and eggs. It was a rather successful breakfast, he only managed to spill some pumpkin juice on a second year girl's lap.

He was in the midst of his fevered apologies when a cloud of owls descended from the high hall windows. Hugo glanced up and watched the flock come in. There was no more miraculous sight than a hundred owls of all species against the enchanted sky ceiling of the Great Hall. Hugo let out a yelp of surprise as talons dug into his scalp. A whiskered screech owl bounced off his head and onto the table. It was the Weasley family owl, Sprook. Ron was very fond of the owl, always talking about the owls he had as a young boy and insisted that Sprook was much more efficient and had a great personality, but Hugo didn't care for the owl. The only reason he flew to Hugo each day instead of Rose was because Hugo was too scared of getting nipped to keep Sprook from eating sausage off his plate.

Keeping one careful eye on Sprook's sharp talons, Hugo paged through the mail. Him and Rose each had a letter from their parents, and Rose had received a copy of Quidditch Monthly. He hoped she hadn't left the Great Hall yet. He got to his feet, giving Sprook a final glare. "Begone, you great feathered devil." he muttered. Sprook's only response was an ear piercing shriek. Hugo hurried off towards the Gryffindor table, scanning it for Rose. He saw her sitting towards the end, finishing off her breakfast alone. He tossed her mail in front of her and slid onto the bench, grabbing a poppyseed muffin as he did so. "Morning sis."with grinned with a mouth full of muffin dropping crumbs on his shirt.

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[ROSE MINERVA WEASLEY]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style,background-color: #d3d1d1; background:url(http://i53.tinypic.com/sutzmh.jpg); width: 330px; height: 400px; -moz-border-radius: 2em; border-radius: 2em; -webkit-border-radius: 2em; border: #d3d1d1 3px solid;] like a time bomb tag: hugo! words: 361. outfit: this It was another day. Another month. Rose was now blonde. This shouldn't surprise her friends or people who knew her. She alternated between brunette and blonde every few months. And blondes certainly didn't have more fun, that much she could tell everyone. She was having breakfast alone, which in itself was quite sad, but Rose didn't put much thought into. She could have her dinner and not have to listen to anyone talk. Well, talk to her. There was conversation around her and Rose caught snippets of it. Professor Bresler was pregnant. Apparently Professor Stark had gone and got her pregnant. She caught something about drugs, but when Rose looked up to see who was talking about those things, the owls flew in. She didn't have to worry about owls landing on her. Their family owl went to Hugo. Because that one time Sprook had came over to her, Rose chased it away. She wanted to have her breakfast, not have an owl eat her food and disturb her. At least with her own cat, Thor, she could feed him under the table. Not that he was sneaking about under the Gryffindor table. She cleared her plate, taking her time with her hot tea. If she was right, she'd be getting that copy of Quidditch Weekly today. While she wasn't that interested in the love lives of Professional Quidditch players (okay, she was), she was more interested in the articles that talked about techniques and how to win matches. She would like to win the next match very much. “Morning, Ravenclaw invader.” Rose greeted her brother, smiling as she looked up at him. She picked up her mail and true enough, there was the magazine she had been waiting for along with a letter from their parents. “Crumbs, Hugo, crumbs.” The now blonde said, as she looked up and saw her brother doing his usual thing. She liked his shirt, mostly because she could imagine her father saying that. “Spilled anything on anyone recently?” Rose asked, grinning at Hugo. She asked that mainly due to the fact that she'd been the recipient of Hugo's clumsiness many a times during their childhood. credit to hay shay ! at caution 2.0

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[HUGO ARTHUR WEASLEY]

Hugo Arthur Weasley ;;

"Does it really count as an invasion if my entire family is in Gryffindor, with the exception of my intellectually gifted self? Or is it just a family reunion?" Hugo jokingly pondered. "Though once you steal food, everything gets more serious. A lot more serious." He was straight faced. To a hungry adolescent boy, food was no laughing matter. Especially when it came in the form of fabulous breakfast pastries. He took another bite of his muffin, wondering if it was possible that the Gryffindor table had better muffins, or if it was just a particularly good muffin. He shoved the last bite in his mouth, and leaned over to glance at the cover of the Quidditch Monthly magazine. While he was terrible at the sport himself, he still had an interest in watching it and studying techniques. He was the commentator for Hogwarts, along with one of his many cousins who attended the school, Roxanne.

"Crumbs, Hugo, crumbs." his sister reminded him. Hugo glanced down to see bits of food clinging to the fabric of his shirt. He idly brushed them off, though he was bound to be covered again after lunch. Maybe sooner if he was in need of a snack. He blushed when Rose asked if he'd spilled on anyone recently. His sister knew him well, he never did go long without a disaster. "Pumpkin juice on a second year girl." he shook his head sadly. "She was quite angry, even after I apologized! Not a way to go through life, is it?"

Hugo narrowed his eyes at his sister's dyed locks, which were a queer shade of blonde. He never cared for the change when his sister dyed her hair. Hugo preferred the brunette to the blonde and he couldn't even remember what color her hair naturally was anymore, though he assumed it was some shade of red. She was a Weasley, after all. Though she took after their mother more than him. [b]"What's with the blonde Rosie?"[/b][/color] he teased, reaching out and tugging a curl. "Got some bloke to please? One who doesn't care for brunettes?" Hugo scowled slightly at this. He wasn't fond of his sister dating, despite her being plenty old enough, older than him. Rose was his best friend, as well as his sister. To say he was protective might just be an understatement.

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[ROSE MINERVA WEASLEY]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style,background-color: #d3d1d1; background:url(http://i53.tinypic.com/sutzmh.jpg); width: 330px; height: 400px; -moz-border-radius: 2em; border-radius: 2em; -webkit-border-radius: 2em; border: #d3d1d1 3px solid;] like a time bomb tag: hugo! words: 325. outfit: this “No clue. But I doubt you can invade by your lonesome self, so maybe it was wrong to call you an invader.” Rose told him. She tilted her head when he mentioned food. “Well, yes. That is true. Perhaps I should ask the Head Girl to give you detention and deduct some points from Ravenclaw. Stealing from the Gryffindor table. Tsk tsk.” Rose gave a disapproving look to Hugo. She took the Quidditch magazine and set it in front of her. They had someone from the Falcons on the cover. Quite hot, if someone were to ask her. “Want to read it after I'm done with it?” Rose asked. It amused her very much that both the commentators for Quidditch matches were related to her. Distracted her somewhat when she first heard Hugo's voice, but she soon got over it. Couldn't have her own brother distracting her, now could she? The blonde laughed softly when Hugo blushed. “Well... she's still young?” Rose said, shrugging. “And she's a girl. Girls care more about their appearance and do not take kindly to boys spilling drinks on them.” Rose nodded, flipping through the magazine idly as she talked to Hugo. “Did I not just tell you girls care more about their appearance?” Rose said, reaching up to hit his hand away. “What's wrong with the blonde?” She returned the question to him. Grinning widely when Hugo scowled, Rose replied. “Perhaps.” She said, while nodding her head. “He's a blond too. We can have pretty blonde babies together. You know, even though I'm not a natural blonde.” Rose told him. She paused for a moment before shaking her head. “Come on, Hugo!” Rose said, giving him a brief glare. “Do you really think I would change my hair colour for a bloke? One who cares more about the colour of my hair than my personality? Oh no, I don't do that.” Rose stated. “Plus, it's a nice colour. Right?” credit to hay shay ! at caution 2.0

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[HUGO ARTHUR WEASLEY]

Hugo Arthur Weasley ;;

"I could be an invader. I'm completely menacing. Like a dementor or a Hungarian Horntail or something." Hugo lifted his nose up at his sister. He was completely joking of course. Even Hugo realized that he didn't posess a single evil or scheming bone in his body. Call it a blessing…or a curse. "Oh please Rosie, I've never had house points deducted from me in my life!" This was a almost true, with the exception of that one time during second year involving a few other blokes, some Wildfire Whiz-Bangs and a group of Pygmy Puffs…not that Hugo would ever confess to being involved, though with his easy access to the Weasley joke shop, there were plenty of rumors.

Hugo shook his head when Rose offered him the magazine. "No thanks. I"m almost finished reading my potions textbook." he grinned proudly. [b]"My goal is to get through them all in the next three months!"[/b][/color] Hugo was very focused on preparing for his N.E.W.T.S next year, though he didn't have the foggiest idea what career he wanted after graduating. His parents obviously expected him to go into the ministry, but this sounded rather dull to Hugo.

"What about handsome red haired Weasley boys?" Hugo questioned his sister, flashing her an easy white toothed smile. "Certainly that makes it more acceptable?" He glared at his sister as she jested. Their sibling banter was always the same, it made no difference if they were at home or at school. Though at home, their mum spent an awful lot of time hushing them and telling them to "get along" despite knowing perfectly well that her children loved each other dearly and rarely had a real spat. Perhaps she just wanted silence, something notably hard to achieve in a Weasley household. "Please Rose!" Hugo gagged when she mentioned babies. "Never mention birthing children again. You just shortened my life span by at least twelve years." Hugo shook his head in distaste. "What even is your natural hair color? Lime green?" he joked. "Wait, don't let that give you any ideas!" He winced, imagining his sister with vibrant green curls. He was relieved, though not surprised, to hear that his sister had better taste than boys who were solely focused on physical appearance. Merlin knew that Hogwarts had plenty of the wrong sort of blokes running around. Blokes that better stay away from his sister. "So what does your letter from mum and dad say?" Hugo asked, noticeably changing the subject when asked his opinion on Rose's new look. He picked up a pitcher of juice, and began to pour himself a glass. A satisfied grin crossed his face when he managed to only spill a few drops on the tablecloth.

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[ROSE MINERVA WEASLEY]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style,background-color: #d3d1d1; background:url(http://i53.tinypic.com/sutzmh.jpg); width: 330px; height: 400px; -moz-border-radius: 2em; border-radius: 2em; -webkit-border-radius: 2em; border: #d3d1d1 3px solid;] like a time bomb tag: hugo! words: 649. outfit: this notes: semi long post! this is what happens when kim posts during work. “Uh huh.” Rose said, unconvinced. “If you say so, Hugie.” She flashed a quick smile at him. If he put on some weight and built up his body, he might look more like someone no one wanted to mess with. But as it was, Hugo looked more like the type of boy girls went to when other boys were bullying them. They wouldn’t want Hugo to protect them. In her opinion, they would just cry to him. If she didn’t think he’d go and punch every boy she slept with, Rose might just tell Hugo about them all. “Never?” Rose repeated. “How do you even manage to do that?” She asked. Rose had gotten more points for Gryffindor than she had losing them, but she lost them all the same. She certainly wasn’t a model student. She had good grades, but she also went to parties and stayed out after curfew and got caught. Rose nodded when Hugo announced that he was almost done with his Potions book. “Lucky we both got the smarts. I would not know how to deal with a not so intelligent little brother.” She winked. Some people might think her crazy for reading her entire textbook when the Professor hadn’t even covered it, but Rose didn’t think there was anything wrong with that. Neither did Hugo. Which was why Rose wasn’t too shocked when Hugo told her he intended to go through every single one of his textbooks within three months. “Three months, eh. Not three weeks?” Rose teased. She certainly hadn’t gone through all her textbooks within three weeks. But Hugo didn’t know that. “Well, let me know if you need help. Or just go to Mother. No point in having her for a mother if we can’t pester her with questions.” “Know what you want to go into yet?” Rose asked. “We can do something together… Set up another Quidditch magazine. Become singers. Run an event planning company.” Rose said, thinking that the last one wasn’t such a bad idea. Creating weddings, parties… it sounded stressful. And fun. She wasn’t too sure of what she was going to do, but if she had a chance to go into Professional Quidditch, Rose would. “She might not think of you as handsome.” Rose retorted. “Plus, a second year you said? Too young, sweetie. On that note, is there a particular girl that has caught your eye?” Rose asked, knowing that she would most likely be subjected to that same question. She chuckled when Hugo reacted to her statement about babies. “But you’re going to be an uncle!” Rose said, giving Hugo an upset expression. She wondered if Hugo would think she was pregnant and this was her way of easing him into it. “Some day. Not now, but some day. And they might be blonde.” She continued, thinking of a particular blonde lad. “And I expect to be an aunt some day, so you better have children.” Rose told him. Marriage wasn’t on the cards for her right now, but Rose knew she wanted to get married one day and have children. Not as many as her grandmother, but still. “Ah, lime green!” Rose’s face lit up before she let another laugh escape her lips. “Blonde with lime green highlights. Good one, Hugo.” Rose nodded her head, as if seriously considering that idea. “I’m a natural brunette, dear brother. Depending on the season, it darkens into a dark red. But mostly, I’m a brunette.” She told him, noting that he didn’t reply her question. He probably didn’t like it. “Lucky there’s no second year around you this time.” Rose said, before rolling out the letter. “Father asks about my chances of winning the Quidditch Cup. Mother says to work harder on my NEWTS. Get plenty of sleep. Which is of course totally going to happen with the number of final year parties going on.” credit to hay shay ! at caution 2.0

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[HUGO ARTHUR WEASLEY]

Hugo Arthur Weasley ;;

"I do say so!" Hugo pretended to be offended, giving his sister a glare. He didn't really care that he wasn't overly masculine. Hugo was just the type of guy who would prefer everyone to like him over intimidating the crap out of every person that crossed him. Confrontation wasn't something he was very comfortable with. "Never might not be the literal term…" Hugo admitted. He was unable to lie to his sister, a rather annoying fact that sometimes got him in trouble with their parents. "But certainly fewer times than you have!" Hugo exclaimed gleefully. If Hugo was perfect, Rose might be referred to as the difficult child. But with Hugo being so mischievous and constantly causing accidents with his flailing limbs, they both caused their family equal difficulty in very different ways.

"You would use me as a target in Quidditch practice, or something else equally evil, I should imagine." Hugo said mildy, picking up a jar of jam and squinting at it to see what flavor it was. Blackberry, he guessed. Not his favorite. He was more of an orange marmalade sort of fellow. "Challenge me to do it in three weeks and it will be done! You just might need to make me some caffeine potions or something to make up for the lack of sleep I'd get." He smirked at her. They were always trying to prove who was smarter, though if you asked Hugo, he had proved the worth of his brain when the Sorting Hat put him in Ravenclaw. Either way, both siblings were better with the competition to drive them. Hugo shrugged when Rose inquired on his career interests. "An event planning company? Really Rosie? We can barely survive a Weasley birthday party, let alone someone else's!" His sister always had the strangest ideas. Though she was rather fond of parties, so perhaps this one made sense. "Honestly, I wouldn't mind working at the joke shop with Uncle George and Aunt Angelina." he admitted, looking down at the table and toying with an unused fork. He knew he was expected to do something much more prestigious than that, but so far Hugo hadn't found anything else that held his interest. "And mum is also good for doing laundry, cooking food, and keeping dad from being completely strange. Amazing, that woman."

"How could she not find me handsome? It's the hair!" Hugo was laughing until Rose asked if he was interested in any girls. He scowled at her. "Why bring up my nonexistent love life? In case you haven't noticed, majority of the girls here are either too young for me, graduating this year, not my type or related to me! And I don't care how 'hot' all these blokes seem to find you Weasley girls, incest doesn't do anything for me." Hugo made a disgusted face. More than once over the years various boys had proposed the idea to him that a cousin wasn't a very close blood relative and therefore was perfectly fine to crush on. Hugo wished he could say all of them were joking. "Uncle Hugo…look forward to your children learning all the lovely things you can do with some Pygmy Puffs and Puking Pastilles! You'll be thrilled, I'm sure." Hugo gave her a sweetest grin he could manage, only half teasing. "Maybe I'll be like Uncle Charlie and live the bachelor life." he shrugged. "He seems to love it."

"No green. Nor orange or red or purple or blue or periwinkle." he gave an exasperated sigh, secretly wondering which of them was the elder sibling. "Ah, so like mum then. Somehow I'm not surprised." Rose tended to take after their mother, while Hugo was much more similar to their father, complete with red hair. Hugo frowned when Rose mentioned parties. "Hey, you stay away from anything serious. There's some bloke from Slytherin going around dealing some serious drugs. Him and others like him are going to be drawn to parties like flies to Hippogriff poop. Surprised a prefect hasn't caught him yet. Not that most of them actually care." He shook his head. Even the professors were getting pregnant these days. "Oh, mum told me in my letter to wear my wool socks when the weather becomes chillier, but I seemed to have misplaced them." 'Again.' he thought, wincing to himself. He really ought to get himself a remembrall or something. "Anyways, did they make their way into your trunk or get stolen by that beast you call a cat?"

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[ROSE MINERVA WEASLEY]

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Rose only laughed when Hugo pretended he was offended. “Ah, Hugo. Your glare doesn't really scare me. Now, Mother's glare. That scares me.” Rose told him. She smiled triumphantly when her brother spoke. The smile quickly turned into her sticking her tongue out at him. “It's one of the hazards of being me.” Rose said. She remembered the first time she had gotten points deducted. It was for shooting a spell in the middle of the hallway at a Slytherin girl who'd said something nasty about Weasleys. The spell didn't hit anyone else and all the girl suffered was her hair turning green for a week. But the Head of Slytherin seem to think that the Gryffindor was in the wrong.
“Probably... Got to make sure you're useful somehow.” Rose nodded her head, watching him pick up a jar of jam. “I don't think Mother would be pleased if you didn't sleep for three weeks.” Rose mentioned. Plus, she wasn't very good at Potions. “And are you sure you want me to make you any sort of potions? I might poison you.” She said, thinking of her next Potions lesson. It was later on in the day and Merlin only knew what difficult Potion the Professor had in mind for them now.

The blonde laughed again when Hugo commented on her idea. “Well, we'd be the ones planning it. Not actually having to attend a party.” She pointed out. “That means we don't have to answer questions on who we're currently dating and whether we intend to play any pranks on people.” Rose said, shrugging. “For life?” Rose enquired. “Sounds like a fun thing to do. Inventing stuff, continuing the Weasley family business, making money and giving it to me...” She grinned at him. She was putting it mildly when she said continuing the Weasley family business. But there was no doubt about it that the joke shop was probably the second most famous thing about the Weasley. The first being their parents, who were also friends of Harry Potter. In Rose's opinion, at least.

Rose couldn't stop from smiling when Hugo talked about his love life. There was a reason why Rose would find Hugo if she was annoyed. Being around him always lightened up her mood. “There are only nine Weasleys and three Potters. Out of twelve, seven are female. I will never understand why people say Weasleys are taking over Hogwarts. Maybe in the next few generations.” Rose said, before returning to the subject at hand. “Hey, you should be pleased we get compliments! Also, do you need me to set you up with a girl? I can do that.” Rose said, attempting to think of girls who would find her brother attractive and want to date him. “Might have to warn her that you'd spill something on her though.” She teased. “Maybe I'll marry a scary bloke who would punch you if you taught our children that.” Rose suggested. “That's because he's obsessed with dragons.” The girl said. “Dragons and no time for girls.”

“Awe, you spoil all the fun, Hugie.” Rose pouted. “We're nearly a perfect mix of them both.” She smiled widely, deciding not to point out that Hugo might have gotten more of the clumsiness genes. “Yes, Father.” Rose nodded her head, putting on a serious face when Hugo started warning her about parties and drugs. “Yeah, I've heard rumours about those. Don't worry, I've never been high on drugs. I don't fancy being high either. I'll be sure not to take anything I don't know. Happy now, Father?” Rose asked, smiling slightly. The blonde tilted her head at Hugo, as if asking 'Again?'. “Hey, Thor is an awesome cat.” Rose said. “Although I should have named him Loki instead, considering his penchant for mischief.” The girl muttered. “Socks. Wool. What colour are they?” Rose thought back to last week when Thor seemed to be covered in some blue wool.