Down The Rabbit Hole~ Rose

[ELEANORA LUCY D'EATH]

Don't you wonder what it'd be like? Underneath the streetlights
You and me.

With the city wrapped around us, If no one ever found us
It's fine with me.

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With a yawn, Nora arched her back. Her arms reached into the air as a cat like noise escaped her lips. It was so quiet. People always spoke of dusk and sunsets. They rote poem, songs, there were pictures depicting the fall of he sun into the water. The people who wrote these songs and drew these pictures were obviously too busy with the setting sun to even contemplate the rising one. Nora was lucky enough to be able to experience both. Being a vampire, she wasn't one for sleep and so she tended to just watch the world go by. Sometimes, she would just look out of the window of her dorm and watch the movements of the sun as the world would fall asleep before slowly waking. This morning, however, she would watch the sun rise from outside.

It was odd for a vampire to enjoy being in the sun. After all, sunlight tended to hurt her kind. However, Nora just wasn't able to make herself stay out of it's grasp. She'd always loved the sun. Ever since she could remember she had liked to just lie on the grass feeling as tendrils of sunlight tickled her skin, immersing her body in a tingling heat. She couldn't do that now, it would just be painful. She could, however, watch the sun from under neath the shade of a tree. That was why she found herself under the Whomping Willow. She wasn't silly though. She wouldn't just sit under a vicious tree that was known to attack students. So, she bespelled it, making the tree someone sleepy and relaxed. She was glad then that she payed attention in class.

As it was December, the sun was rising later tn usual. It was just after nine before Nora saw the light coming up over the trees. She took out her sketch pad and began to draw. Her pencil strokes were quick and efficient and after the first few looks she was caught up in drawing, barely looking at the scene around her. A concentrated frown creased her forehead as she drew, but her concentration was broken when she saw a shadow over her page, a sign that someone was blocking her view. Nora looked up, snapping her sketch pad shut to find a girl in her year. She was a member of the Weasley family. "Hi." Was all she could think of to say.



TAG?:Rose
WORDS:meuhh
LYRICS:Say You're Mine- Kate Voegele
NOTES:Yay!

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[ROSE FLYNN WEASLEY]

She felt her lips chap against the harsh wintry winds. Clutching her favorite sweater from Gramma Molly around her thin frame, she drudged, in her rainboots, across the snowy ground. She was far under-dressed, and she knew it. Only a pair of dark leggings, and a chunky pullover wasn’t enough for Scotland in December, especially when it was four in the morning. She watched as the breath she exhaled curled out of her mouth in a cloudy mist. She remembered pretending to be dragons with Hugo and her cousins when they were maybe about four or five. She remembered her mother, fondly looking on, magicking their breath into little tendrils, Hugo in complete awe, Ron drinking hot chocolate. That was before she realized how screwed up her childhood was. Her parents were amazing, but they didn’t know how to be parents. Her mom just assumed the parenting could be learned from a book, but she was busy all the time anyway, and Ron loved them too much to discipline them in any way. Hugo was smart enough to learn manners, but for Rose there was no way but the truth, brutal honesty.

Shaking her tomato-red hair out of its bun, she continued dragging her boots through the snow, fingers of light beginning to stretch across the icy surfaces. Sunrise was beautiful, no one would dispute that. People normally didn’t associate Rose as a “deep” or artsy one, in fact, they probably thought she couldn’t give a fuck about the rotation of the earth in relation to the sun. But it was magic, something that went beyond the little surface thing that witches and wizards did with their wands. It was fascinating, and it had been happening for as long as what she comprehended as time itself. Meandering around the school grounds, a strange sight caught her eye. The Whomping Willow, known to thrash about and be generally violent, was instead waving its arms in an almost friendly fashion. And underneath, in the shade of the tree, sat a familiar-looking dark haired girl.

Rose wasn’t a stalker. Let’s get that out of the way right now. No, she hadn’t been following the Hufflepuff, she had just been keeping her eye on her. They shared a few classes, including Defense Against the Dark Arts, but they had never really talked. There was a quality to this girl, though, that pulled on Rose’s core, and she wanted to coax the shy girl out of her shell. She would be like her project. It didn’t hurt that she was unconventionally stunning, too. After hesitating for a bit, Rose decided to approach Nora. Maybe they could have a proper conversation. She realized that the girl was drawing, with quick little brushes of her pencil, and she was rather fascinated. Feeling rather terrible when Nora slammed her pad shut, she returned the greeting. “Hey.

[/color]” She looked around, wondering if there was anyone already accompanying Nora that was out of view. “Sorry for interrupting you,[/color]” she said, much more breezily that she felt. Leaning back on the tree trunk, looking down on Nora, she continued. “What are we, the Lonely Hearts of Hogwarts?[/color]” It was weird, this whole being nice thing. [/blockquote]
TAG nooora d’eath
WORDS 543
MUSIC i’m at school lol
NOTES yaaay!
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[ELEANORA LUCY D'EATH]

Don't you wonder what it'd be like? Underneath the streetlights
You and me.

With the city wrapped around us, If no one ever found us
It's fine with me.

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Nora had seen the girl before. After all, they were in the same year. They'd run into each other from time to time, yet Nora had never spoken to the girl before. It wasn't as if that was odd in any way. She was shy, she rarely spoke to anyone, unless she knew them well. Still, she did remember seeing the Weasley around quite a lot, so maybe conversation would have been the polite thing. But, truthfully, the red head was kind of intimidating. Okay, she was downright frightening. Nora had heard she had a reputation to be a bitch. Plus, she was really pretty and by pretty she meant beautiful. Beautiful girls tended to intimidate Nora. Not because she was jealous, she just didn't know how to act around them.

When the greeting was returned, Nora forced her mouth to tilt upwards, even though she didn't really feel all that smiley. She felt like a deer caught in the headlights. What should she say? What should she do? Really, the Weasley had put her in a seriously complicated position. She grasped in her head to try to remember her name. It began with an R... Roxanne? No, that was the other one. Erm... Rose! Her name was Rose. That was a pretty name. She suited it. Nora shook herself. Wasn't she supposed to be saying something now? Preferably something interesting and/or funny? She opened her mouth, but nothing came out. Apparently witty conversation wasn't on the menu for today.

Her forehead creased in a frown. The lonely hearts? That comment shook her more than she should have.Nora was never lonely, not really. She had people she cared about so deeply. To say that she was lonely would be wrong, yet somehow she could always feel it. It was like a part of her was just gone. She looked the girl straight on, her eyes angry. "Yes, because two seconds in my company and you know all about me." She replied icily, with snark she didn't know she possessed. It was about half a second before she crumpled against the tree, a hand scrunching her hair. She felt like such a dick. Nora never usually said anything like that. She didn't have a backbone. People tended to say she was too nice or a pushover, saying something cruel just wasn't her way. She stood up, patting down her clothes"I'm.. I'm sorry. Rose, right? I'm Nora." She said, extending a hand to shake, before feeling like an utter idiot. Who shook hands any more? She smiled hesitantly.



TAG?:Rose
WORDS:meuhh
LYRICS:Say You're Mine- Kate Voegele
NOTES:xD

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[ROSE FLYNN WEASLEY]

Maybe it was weird to say that Rose had been admiring Eleanora from afar for a long time. When you’re fifteen, anything more than a week is a long time. They, of course, had been in the same year for their entire school lives, but Rose had only noticed the Hufflepuff the start of this year. It was shocking, how much a face could change over the summer. Last spring, Nora was rather awkward looking, not that they wasn’t a sort of charm about that. But now she was rather beautiful, but not in the loud, shiny way of Rose’s friends. It was refreshing. And now Rose, in a very uncharacteristically Rose move, wanted to get to know her. However, she really had no idea how to make friends. Usually people befriended her, and if they were good enough, she took them on. But Nora was too shy and sweet to come up to her, the Weasley with the reputation of being a hardcore bitch. So she guessed that his quiet morning was the best chance that she would ever get.

She furrowed her brow slightly when Nora gaped at her with a bewildered expression, and Rose knew that she had heard of her cruelty. In the moment, tormenting those that were scared of her was thoroughly enjoyable, and she considered it the most sadistic kind of art. But looking back on it, it kind of scared Rose, knowing that she was just so mean. Of course, her friends liked her devil-may-care attitude and sharp tongue, but she knew that some people hated her for it, and that stung, sometimes. The knowledge that some people wanted to tear out her heart and stomp on it, for good measure. Sure, she wasn’t loosing any sleep over it, but sometimes it hit her like a hippogriff. She desperately hoped that Nora wasn’t one of those people. Her whole family seemed to keep to itself, and Rose couldn’t help but wonder what type of secret they were hiding.

So yes, Eleanora’s little retort did bite, but all Rose did was blink, and smirk. The Hufflepuff considered herself snarky? Rose would show her snarky. She was the queen of snark and maliciousness. “I know more about you that you might think,

[/color]” she drawled, absently curling a fiery-red strand of hair around her finger. It wasn’t the best she could come up with, but the girl looked repentant already, so Rose decided not to push it. She took Nora’s surprisingly cool hand in hers, a little awkwardly as she was standing and the other girl was sitting against the tree, but manageable. Smiling back like the cat who swallowed the canary, Rose replied, “Yeah, that’s me.[/color]” She gestured to the ground by Nora. She asked, a bit sarcastically, “May I sit next to you?[/color]”
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