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Post by ROSE MINERVA WEASLEY on Mar 30, 2012 9:05:04 GMT -5
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start a fire
tag: open. words: 341. notes: come play with rose!
Rose was always someone who preferred to be outside. So it was no surprise that she was out in the grounds when her lessons for the day ended. She'd taken a quick shower, changed out of her school uniform and into a simple outfit of a white tank top and black pants. A golden bangle around her wrist and a necklace with her house crest completed her look. She wasn't wearing heels, but instead a pair of black flats with golden polka dots. In her hand she held a Muggle story book that her mother had recently sent her. The complete Brothers Grimm Fairytales book.
The brunette decided that she had enough of studying for the day and would entertain herself with a story book. She wouldn't use the word relaxing with this book, since it provided a darker look at the Muggle fairytales. Rose loved reading and having herself transported into another world just by having a book in her hands. Her love for reading could only be equaled to her love for the sport of Quidditch. Ah, Quidditch. Rose got absolutely thrilled when she got the Captain's badge over the summer. She would still love the sport, but being a Captain might increase her chances of becoming a Professional Quidditch player. If she wanted to be one. Rose was weighing all her options and that particular route was one she was considering.
Picking a spot on a stone bench, Rose laid down on her tummy, feet in the air. She flipped open the book to where she stopped the night before. It didn't take long for her to get engrossed in the book despite all the sounds that surrounded her. There were a couple of students talking about an upcoming test to her left. Out of the corner of her eye, Rose could see a couple making out. And of course, there were students walking by her every few minutes. As long as they didn't snatch the book out of her hands, they did not bother Rose at all.
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Post by scorpius on Mar 31, 2012 14:51:38 GMT -5
 The young blonde wizard laughed as he was shoved a bit by a couple of his mates. He was so relieved to be don school for the day. He’s changed out of that blasted uniform since then, happy to be in his skinny jeans and a t-shirt. He was constantly mocked for wearing the jeans he currently had on, but he found them to be the comfiest things he wore, next to his sweat pants that was. His father hated it when he wore those tacky bracelets that he had on, but hey, daddy wasn’t around to tell him otherwise. He had his rucksack tossed over his shoulder as he walked across the grounds, his mates joking around with him. He rolled his eyes, “Good Gods you lot are immature.” He grinned as he was put into a headlock and given a noogie, “Yeah yeah, leave off.” He laughed, shoving his friend. The young blonde looked up just to see a young Rose Weasley lay down to read a book.
She was beautiful, that he could not deny, nor could he deny he’d fancied her for well, too damn long. Scorpius shook his head and forced himself to look away from her, just in case she was that type of person who knew when someone was staring at her. He thought he’d had some sort of chance when he started playing Quidditch, until he got the snot beat out of him due to a bludger. Now well, now he’s terrified to even think of getting onto a broom again, let alone even get back out to the Quidditch Pitch. And then there was the whole house rivalry thing. He was a Slytherin where she was a Gryffindor. One of his mates shoved him lightly in her direction, muttering something about it being his last year and if he didn’t get a move on, she’d be gone or taken by someone more willing to jump in a sweep the young girl off of her feet. Scorpius simply rolled his eyes, “I’ll catch you all later.” He said, readjusting his rucksack and going over to her.
“Oi Red!” he called as he went over to her, hoping to get her attention so he wouldn’t have to be a complete ass and steal the book out of her grip. He stood over her, blocking out the sun a little bit. “You’re almost always reading something when I find you.” He grinned a bit, he felt a little awkward standing there like a fool. Scorpius shifted his weight as he rubbed the back of his neck. He set his bag on the ground, leaning against the wall next to the bench. He crossed his arms over his chest as he looked down at her, “Have an alright summer then?” he asked, curious about it. He had made plans to at some point make it over to see her, but those plans quickly changed.
words: 489
muse: wannabe by the spice girls
lyrics: somewhere only we know by
keane
tags: rose weasley
outfit: clicky?!
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Post by ROSE MINERVA WEASLEY on Apr 1, 2012 1:56:25 GMT -5
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start a fire
tag: open. words: 309. notes: scorose!
Despite not having ginger red hair, Rose had earned the nickname of 'Red' from some of her peers. She supposed it was just her luck that she was a Weasley and had the name Rose. People thought of red when they imagined a rose. So the nickname stuck. It was much better than Rosie, which she didn't quite like. Perhaps she should dye her hair red this year. She tried it out in her fifth year and it did get her a boyfriend. “Oi, Red is not the most sophisticated form of greeting. Maybe I should call you blondie?” Rose replied, knowing who the voice belonged to the moment she heard it.
Scorpius Malfoy blocked her view when she finally tore her eyes away from the book. “I like reading.” She said. Then again, he knew that. So why was she telling him? She found that she generally stated the obvious around him. So she had a little crush on him. She had crushes on a lot of boys. They were generally of the wrong sort. Rose had a liking for bad boys, which would absolutely horrify her father if he knew. “I could tell you all the benefits of reading, but I shan't bore you.” Rose said, smiling at him.
She got up, deciding that she shouldn't be occupying the entire bench. She sat crossed legged, patting the space beside her. “Sit with me. Don't make me strain my neck looking up at you.” She grinned. “Summer was good. Summer is always good. Family gatherings where cousins drive you nuts and uncles and aunts asking if you're dating anyone. What could be better?” She asked him. She was joking, naturally. His summer must have been so different. “Yours?” She placed the book in her lap, figuring that talking to him was much better than reading at the moment.
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