"ROSE" its where you came from

[COLBY RAY BANNON]

Colby had a very harrowing experience with one of the teachers here after the Halloween Ball. Now he wanted nothing to do with the female race, and often found himself thinking of his best friends - his male best friends in that way. Maybe it was his mind finding other solutions to what had happened to him. Colby found himself distancing himself from his house; that was where the teacher was. She was his head of house! Colby sighed, moving away from the first floor and getting up onto the staircase before he reached the second floor.

He wasn't sure what he was actually doing here; he just needed space from everyone who seemed to know what had happened. Had she gone around telling them about his detention with her? Had Colby allowed some sad part of him to admit that he had fallen into her trap? He shuddered at the sudden memory, and slipped into one of the empty classrooms. It was here that he found the silence only an empty room could give him. He sat at a desk and rested his chin on his hand, staring at the blackboard.

Colby wondered who on Earth - in their right mind - would have done something like that to him? Was he that ... useless? His thoughts were pointless; what was done was done and he had no say in it any longer.

[ROSE FLYNN WEASLEY]

It seemed to her that she was doing a lot of wandering by herself lately. And that was simply not her style. She wanted to be followed by a pack, a group of adoring, preferably pretty, girls. Being alone meant that she was basically unwanted. And she was the opposite of that. She was very, very wanted. At least, that’s what she told herself. Pulling her red curly hair harshly back from her scalp, she stepped in short clips down the hallway. Classes were over, and she didn’t feel like eating, so wandering it was. She should be studying, like Danica said. It was an important year, and it could determine the outcome of her career and therefore, the quality of her life. That was bullshit, she decided. She could always marry someone, or live off her parents, or get Hugo to fund her. She really had no ambition, career-wise, anyway. Socially, she had already achieved her goal of being at the top, and she was going to stay there.

She thought she saw someone slip into the empty classroom on her left, and she was curious, although she knew that she shouldn’t be. She, although alone, didn’t feel like associating with other alone people. They were probably sappy, and mopey, and she didn’t want to be the one comforting them. Still, she heard her mother’s altruistic voice in her ear. Sighing again, she strode into the classroom, and saw a Hufflepuff she recognized as being in the year above her. Wait, she thought, with a ghost of a snigger on her face, was that not the kid who did his Ancient Runes teacher? The whole school had been swirling with rumors. God, and she was here, thinking that this was a shy, uninteresting kid. She wondered how he did it; Professor Volkov was pretty hot. Striding over to him, she poked his blond head, and said, “Hey.

[/color]” She would have left if it was not for his potential gossip factor. Maybe he didn’t even know who she was.
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