The Notebook //open

[ROSALIE AUTUMN YOUNG]

Rosalie was getting restless, sitting inside the common room, watching a few of her friends play Exploding Snap. How they found entertainment in that silly card game, she would never know. Hoping they wouldn't notice her absence, she tip-toed away from the pair and up the stairs to her dormitory. Once inside the room, she bent down and unlocked one of the drawers. Inside it, was her notebook. There was another one, identical to it, laying right next to it. She pulled out one of them. The notebooks were mainly used for passing notes back and forth, without getting caught. The notebook would heat up when you had a note waiting to be read. She shoved the notebook in her bag before putting in a few Muggle pens with it. She placed the bag on her shoulder and made her way downstairs.

Once outside of the stuffy castle walls, she found herself walking towards the Black Lake. The Black Lake was always so peaceful and beautiful, the sunlight sparkling down upon it. She found a shady, grassy spot and sat down. She flipped the notebook open to the cover page. It was blank...as of now. She pulled out one of her colored pens and began doodling on it.

[FRED CARSON WEASLEY]

troublemaker at your service!

"And here we have headless hats!" he announced, in a booming voice, standing on one of the tables of the Gryffindor common room. His arms were raised and in one hand was a wizard's hat. "Just place it on top of your head, and witness the results!" Looking around everyone, a grin on his face, he placed the hat on top of the head of the person nearest to him. Long ago, it took a while for the effect to settle in. Now, though, in an instant, the head vanished. Girls (and some boys) screamed, while others scrambled around to buy it. Raising a piece of parchment (the order form), Fred passed it to the nearest person, a money box hovering next to said parchment. "Two galleons, people! Two galleons!" A snap could be heard nearby. "Yeah, it does that when you don't pay up! Pay up first! Then sign your name here and we'll send an owl in the next few days with your order!" The parchment was hovering around, the money box (its teeth bared) following it. Ah, business was booming.

Unfortunately, he could see the prefects climbing into the portrait hole. Fred knew he wasn't supposed to be selling things in the common room, but hey, he wanted to do business. Before they could possibly scream at him, Fred grabbed the parchment, stuffed it in the money box, and told them all they should stop by Weasley's Wizard Wheezes or check out their catalogue from him, before disappearing out of the common room.

With the money box in one hand, and the headless hat in the other, he walked down the halls, humming to himself, in a rather good mood. Dad would be proud.

He reached the Black Lake, a place he liked mainly because of its peaceful nature. There were just times when Fred Weasley would get tired of all the loudness in his life. Not today, though. He noticed a very familiar blond, not too far from him. Grinning that cheshire grin of his, Fred put on the headless hat, his steps silent, as he slowly creeped towards the girl, sneaking up behind her and ...

"GRAWR!" he shouted, hands in front of him like claws.

[ROSALIE AUTUMN YOUNG]

Just as Rosalie was finishing the tip of a star in her notebook, a loud shout made her squeal and cover her mouth in surprise. When she turned around, she noticed that it was a body, but without the head. What the heck? Surely that couldn't make any sense. Then it all clicked. It had to be Fred Weasley, a Gryffindor who was one year ahead of her. She crossed her arms over her chest and glared at the older boy in a playful manner before sticking her tongue out at him, childishly.

"Oh, take off the hat, Fred," she said, letting out a short laugh. She couldn't believe she was scared by something as simple as that. She wasn't usually easily scared, but oh well. Looks like she would be able to get revenge, now...It was a lot harder to prank Fred, though. He's much more...what's the term she needs, experienced? Yeah, that would work. "Would you like to join me? And how much is the hat? I don't think I've bought one of those yet," she said, pondering over the thought.

She shrugged her shoulders internally, wondering how she would be able to get him back. She couldn't really use anything from Weasleys' Wizarding Wheezes, because, well, his dad owns the store, of course. And Zonko's would be great, but they're so immature compared to the Weasleys' store. She let out a soft sigh, figuring she would have to use a Muggle prank of some sort. There weren't that many out there, but it would have to do.

She looked back down at her notebook to see that her star was messed up. She turned back to him with a pout on her lips. "You made me mess up my drawing!" she complained in a kid-like manner as she pointed to the notebook.

[FRED CARSON WEASLEY]

troublemaker at your service!

"Oh, take off the hat, Fred."

He laughed with her, as he took off the hat that made his head invisible. Oh, he loved her reactions - shouting, covering her mouth in surprise. He loved it when his actions produced those kinds of reactions. It wasn't about scaring them. It was surprising them, knowing his trick worked. It made him feel absolutely wonderful, elated, even if she was glaring at him and sticking her tongue out. Just like a child. Pfff. That was partly the reason why he treated her like one, and found himself feeling like he was much, much older than her, despite their gap being only a year.

Still laughing, he tossed the money box on the ground, followed by the hat, and sat beside her. "Two galleons!" he said, grinning as he held up two of his fingers. "But maybe for you, I'll give a discount." He grabbed the hat and placed it on her head. "Just kidding. You know I don't give discounts. You should still buy it, though. You look good." He gave a chuckle, teasing her, reaching out to where he figured the hat was and pulling it off her head. Fred placed it back beside the money box.

Rosie was pouting at him again, pointing to her notebook. Confused, he peered over. Oh. Yeah, he did. He just laughed, not feeling a bit of remorse. Okay, he did, just a bit, but she was so adorable like that, it was hard to take her seriously. "Sorry, sorry. What were you trying to make, anyway? Aside from the star, I mean."

[ROSALIE AUTUMN YOUNG]

Rosalie smiled as he sat down next to her. Fred was like...an older brother, possibly a mentor, you could probably say. They often pranked each other, but it was all in the good and fun of it. Nothing was ever meant in a harsh or possibly painful way. Of course, he had always been quite good at his job, scaring and pranking her, every chance he gets. Its an ongoing war, that she's determined to win. When he told her the price, she dug around in her pocket, pulling out two gold coins. "Here ya go," she said, smiling as she handed over the Galleons.

"Of course I look good, probably never better," she muttered sarcastically as he pulled the hat off her head. She smoothed her hair down, rolling her eyes at him. "It's not a bad product. And this is why I love you," she teased. "Your dad's shop gives me the best ideas for pranks." She grinned up at him before doodling on the edge of the sheet of paper. She smirked a bit. "Plus, you're not too bad at pranking, ay?" Her smirk turned back to a smile as she finished drawing a simple shooting star.

She giggled a bit. "Nothing, really. Just wanted to see if you would feel bad," she grinned. "I'm just doodling, decorating the cover of my notebook. Nothing special."

[FRED CARSON WEASLEY]

troublemaker at your service!

How he enjoyed making fun of Rosalie. It wasn't a bad thing, he held absolutely no malicious intent. He just figured it was so much fun. She got back at him, anyway, multiple times, in fact. Oh, the girl was brilliant. Just brilliant. She could think up of elaborate schemes and execute them wonderfully. He was so proud. He'd always think he'd taught her well. Very well, in fact. Fred was, after all, her mentor. It was his job to ensure she was a fabulous prankster. Not as good as him, though. She had a long way to go. At least in his head. Truth be told, she was getting quite close.

"Cheers!" he said, grinning as he took the coins and placed it in the money box. Fred took the piece of parchment and a quill, and thrust it in her hands. "Just sign your name there and an owl will deliver you your product. Thank you for shopping in Weasley's Wizard Wheezes!" He did a little bow (which was hard, considering he was siting down), and turned back to her, yanking the hat off. "What are you talking about? It's a brilliant product! I'm sorry, I can't accept anything less than that." He was teasing, of course, crossing his arms across his chest. "Oh, alright, your love can make up for it but not a second time!" He uncrossed his arms and lay back on the grass. Cloudy skies. Just as he liked it. "You doubt my skills at pranking? I'm the best!" He thrust his fist in the air, laughing. "Come on, I have to be the best! My dad owns a joke shop, he'll chop my head off if I'm not funny."

Fred sat back up, watching her continue her drawing, giggling a little. Huh. Sometimes he forgot Rosalie was a girl. It wasn't exactly something salient. "Hey, you could always try that thing girls do. Walk away and make me feel like crap," he teased, poking her cheek, before looking down at her drawing. "Just a star? Pff, that's boring. You should make it move! Oh, that would be fantastic! Like a picture!"

[ROSALIE AUTUMN YOUNG]

Hanging out with Fred could be a lot of fun at times. It usually started with one of us getting pranked, then just talking and laughing about it after. Kinda like right now. Although she would never admit it to him, Fred was brilliant. He came up with some of the best ideas, and although he usually used them on her, she loved them. They had actually inspired some of the pranks she pulled on her family back home. Only some of them, because she's a witch and all of them are Muggles...so it doesn't work out very well. Summer vacations were quite boring for her, nobody to prank and everybody thought she was a freak. Her friends all thought she was going to an expensive boarding school. That's only part-true...

Rosalie laughed a bit as she took the parchment and quill from him. She placed the parchment against her notebook and was going to write, but then something made her stop. "Please tell me I can just write Rosie...Rosalie's too girly," she complained. She had always thought her parents were crazy naming her Rosalie. Rosalie is a very girly name, and she isn't girly at all. She's a tank top and shorts type of girl, add in a pair of worn-out Converse and she's ready to go. Plus, her hair is usually thrown back into a ponytail or a messy bun. Nothing special. She grinned. "Absolutely brilliant. Is that better?" she teased. She raised an eyebrow as she answered him, "Hmmm, I guess you're the best. Well, at least in the school. And I think I would find that highly amusing," she joked.

She laughed a bit. "Fred, haven't we already discovered that I'm not - and never will be - an average girl?" she asked, mock-glaring at him. "I'm not artistic," she rolled her eyes. "Only wimps and people without friends have the time to be artistic," she grinned. She drew a few hearts, not really sure what else she should draw. "Plus, if my parents found this, I don't think it would go over so well," she added. Her parents still strongly disliked Magic, but oh well.

[FRED CARSON WEASLEY]

troublemaker at your service!

Really, if he had to pick a favorite lower year Gryffindor (outside his family), he'd pick Rosalie. Sometimes he wondered if they were long lost siblings. Not that Roxie wasn't fun, he just found himself getting more and more attached to Rosalie. It was probably because they didn't grow up together and already conditioned to fight with his sister. Multiple times. With Rosalie, he doubted they would ever have a serious fight. They were too ... carefree, maybe? Or maybe too happy. At least they seemed happy. Fred knew happy people had their own problems. His was living up to his namesake. Rosie's he had no idea. Not that he was going to push her into tell him. Maybe if the time came, she would tell him of her own accord.

At her question, he leaned over, looking at what she was writing. "Sorry, Rosie, you have to put in your real name so we can find you," he said. "Not that we need to, seeing dad knows who you are, anyway." It was true. Rosie was a frequent customer, which was how Fred noticed her in the first place. When he managed to befriend her, he'd had his dad meet the younger Gryffindor. Fred found it amusing how much his dad adored the girl. Probably because she loved the shop as much as he did. "Perfect," he said, at her statement. "And thank you. First Hogwarts. And then the entire wizarding world!" He raised his fist into the air again, grinning.

"Oh, that'll be the day. Little Rosie, all dolled up. I wonder when that'll happen," he said, grinning at her, a mischievous glint in his eye. "Maybeee when you find a boy?" He paused. "Or have you found one already?" His tone was excited, looking at her with curiosity. So he may be prying a bit, but he can do that. He is, after all, her master, and therefore, a close friend. At her insistence that wimps were the ones who can be artistic, Fred placed a hand over his heart. "Oh, Rosie, I'm hurt. Being artistic gives you the freedom to express!" he said, before lowering his hand again and shrugging. "Not that I know. I'm not artistic, but I can bluff!" At her statement about her parents, Fred had an inkling of what her biggest problem would be. "Why not? Being artistic sounds ... nice."

[ROSALIE AUTUMN YOUNG]

Rosalie scrunched her nose up again. "Ew," she mumbled, writing out her full name. Rosalie Autumn Young. She handed he parchment back to Fred, along with the quill before laying on her back and staring up at the cloudy sky. "Very true. Sometimes I bet he loves me more than you," she teased, smirking at Fred. Sometimes, Rosalie could consider Fred's father, George Weasley, a second father. Especially since her parents were never around to really care. "I try," she commented, pretending to dust off her shoulder. "No problem, Mr. Weasley. I think I can see you ruling the world someday. Or at least some small corner of it," she smirked.

Rosalie couldn't help but laugh at what he was saying. "Yeah right, how about never?" she suggested, still giggling softly. She hated dressing up and she made it quite obvious. She only wore a skirt when she had to, a.k.a. school uniforms. As Fred brought up boys, her cheeks turned a light pink color that ownded up to the name of Rose. "I, um, I don't know what you're talking about," she lied, hoping that it sounded confident. Honestly, she was embarrassed to tell Fred. She had known him for years, but it was still somewhat embarrassing, especially when it was his cousin. She knew that he was saying all of this in a teasing tone, but it was obvious he really was curious. She propped herself up on her elbows as she looked at him. "Oh, you're not artistic, but you certainly are something," she rolled her eyes. She had to give him that, he certainly could bluff. "Oh, um, not the artistic part," she shook her head a bit. "The whole moving-picture thing..." she trailed off.

Out of all of her friends at Hogwarts, Rosalie had to say Fred was her favorite. They didn't just have some random brother-sister relationship, they really understood each other. They may argue, but it had never been about anything serious. They both just love teasing the other and having fun. It was nice to have somebody that was like an older brother, especially when she didn't have one. And being around the Weasleys, was like being around a brand new family, which she really loved. She got along with nearly all the Weasleys, but of course, Fred and her were the best of friends. Pranksters for life, they say. It was really nice to know that she could also trust Fred. He could have a big mouth at times, but she did trust him. Well, most of the time. Sometimes she just waved him off and told Danica instead. She was a lot easier to talk to when it came to stuff like boys and all that. But when she had nobody else to go to, which happened quite a bit, she knew Fred would be there.

[FRED CARSON WEASLEY]

troublemaker at your service!

Fred rolled his eyes as he rolled up the parchment. "Come on, you should be proud of your name! See, dad named me Frederick but you don't see me complaining about it." Well, he complained about it before, said it was too long, but had long since resigned to the fact that that was his name. He preferred 'Fred', of course, but it didn't kill him if people called him Frederick. Maybe a bit. "I don't doubt that," he said, when Rosie said his dad might love her more than him. He knew it was a joke, though some part of him ached at the thought. She was lucky she didn't remind his dad of his dead twin brother. "Small? Ha! I'm going to rule the entire world, just you wait. Then you'll be bowing at my feet." He laughed, finding that image hilarious. Like he wasn't going to let Rosie rule it with him. Well, maybe he'll give her a country or two.

And oh, what was this? Was she actually ... blushing? Fred's cheshire grin grew, that mischievous glint in his eyes even more apparent now. "So there is someone!" It was obvious, from the way she sounded so confident at first to getting just a bit more nervous. "Come on, who is it? You can tell me!" He really was terribly, terribly curious. Who could possibly have attracted his dear little Rosie? Was it someone he knew? Someone he liked? Or oh god, what if it was someone he didn't like? Fred had very protective tendencies, acting up again when she mentioned her parents disliking the moving pictures. "What do you mean? It's cool! It's magic!" And Fred really couldn't fathom how anyone could not like magic.

(ooc: sklsad sorry, so short. people are calling gah)

[ROSALIE AUTUMN YOUNG]

Rosalie mimicked Fred by also rolling her eyes. "Yes, I should be, but I'm not. As you can see," she said, smirking a bit. Of course she complained about her name. Well for one, it really doesn't describe her. "My name means rose, from the French. Do you really think that fits me?" she asked, cocking her head to the side. "Rose means pretty and graceful, a.k.a not me." Rose. That was just a nickname she used. Though, preferrably Rosie. "I really don't understand that," she complained. She refrained from rolling her eyes as he mentioned his name. "Well, two things. One, you used to complain about it. And, two, it's adorable," she said pinching his cheek gently.

"You don't? Why would you say that?" she asked Fred. She knew that she got along quite well with most of the Weasleys, especially George Weasley, his father. She figured it was just because she was good friends with Fred. But then after a while, she learned that it was because of her oh-so-amazing prank skills. Of course. Anybody who could prank Fred had to have been pretty good, right? "I don't really think so. Your dad loves you enough for the whole world," she assured him, a small smile on her face. All the Weasleys loved each other, even if they were fighting, there was still no breaking apart their family bond. She had learned that over the years of hanging out with them.

She laughed and quirked an eyebrow. "Yupp. The girl who teases you everyday is suddenly going to be bowing at your feet?" She said, making it sound like a question instead of a statement. "Yeah, I don't think so. Doesn't sound right," she laughed a bit. "I mean, seriously, could you ever see me bowing at your feet?" The idea was preposterous. As if that would ever happen, and he probably knew that. She would demand he let her rule with him, considering, she is the one that often helps him get to the top of the school. "But I guess, if you don't love me enough, I can always go find a new mentor. And then we'll rule the world together," she sighed dramatically, flopping back down on her back before turning onto her side so she could still look at Fred.

"Uhm, nope, not at all," Rosalie tried again, shaking her head a bit. She knew that Fred could be a bit...over-protective, and she didn't know what he would think about it. His own cousin...would that be good? Or would it be really bad? Because that would be two people he was protective over, wouldn't it be? "If I tell you...will you swear not to tell anybody else? Only Dani knows, and I was kinda trying to keep it that way," she told him, mock-glaring. When the subject turned to her parents hating Magic. "They aren't normal?" she said, shrugging her shoulders. It was somewhat true. They didn't act like parents. Aren't parents supposed to care, anyways?

[FRED CARSON WEASLEY]

troublemaker at your service!

Rose. Graceful, beautiful, unable to be touched because of the numerous thorns surround it. Too unapproachable, but dazzling. Was that what women liked, though? He never could understand. He'd rather have someone funny than someone beautiful. He shook his head at her question, smiling. "Well, no," he said, patting the top of her head. "But come on, you're pretty! Who wants to be a flower anyway?" He looked up at the sky, noticing a bird and immediately grinned. "You should be a bird! Yeah, that's right! A bird up in the sky, all free and happy." Oh, wasn't he poetic today? "Course, birds are weak and can be eaten by lions. Like me!" Well, that must certainly wash away how decent he was earlier. And she was suddenly pinching his cheek, Fred giving a pout as soon as she let go, rubbing the side of his face. "What the bloody hell was that for? That hurt, Rosie, I thought you looooved me." And he was being childish, which wasn't much of a surprise really.

"Well, yeah, course I don't!" he said, still rubbing his cheek before putting his hand down. "You should hear him talk about you! Thinks you're adorable. I don't know what he was seeing." Lies. Rosie was plenty adorable, even Fred thought so. She seemed so innocent and childish that it was difficult not to like her. Sometimes he'd forget she wasn't a Weasley, only to be reminded by the absence of red hair (which could be easily fixed, he thought). At her assurance, he laughed, shaking his head. He knew his dad loved him, really he did, but there were times when he'd catch him looking at him. Fred knew it was when he'd think about his namesake and Fred couldn't help but feel hurt. "Sure he does! I'm an amazing son, who wouldn't want me?" And he grinned, something just a tiny bit off.

"I mean, seriously, could you ever see me bowing at your feet?"

Truth be told, no. "Yeah, actually!" he said, wagging his finger at her. "Never underestimate my powers of persuasion!" Really, though, he doubted Rosie would ever bow at his feet. She was too ... proud (?) for that? Either way, he really couldn't see that. It was too laughable a thought, and he figured Rosie would sooner die than bow at his feet. "Oh, now my heart hurts at that thought." Rosie leaving him? Never going to happen! "I'd have to find an innocent little child to corrupt and you wouldn't want someone to replace you now, would you?"

She was shaking her head again, but it seems like she was willing to tell him who the lucky guy was. His eyes lit up with excitement and curiosity, moving so that he was sitting facing her, his legs crossed but his body leaning forward. "I solemnly swear not to tell! Is that good enough?" he asked, grinning as he scooted closer. At her saying it wasn't normal, though, his eyebrows furrowed and his lips turned into a frown. "Who wants to be normal, though? Come on, normal is boring."

[ROSALIE AUTUMN YOUNG]

Rosalie couldn't help but ponder her name. Why would her parents name her Rosalie? Did the name actually fit her? Like Fred had said, she wouldn't want to be a flower. Flowers are delicate, graceful, and beautiful. Definitely not her. Delicate would never be a term to describe her. Although sensitive, there is a huge difference between the two. Graceful? Ha, funny. Rosalie could barely walk in a straight line, let alone be the least bit graceful. She was always a klutz. Why would that change? She hated it. It made her feel even more self-conscious. And then, beautiful? Well, she didn't even consider herself pretty. She always compared herself to all the other girls in the school, and she didn't compare to them at all. They were gorgeous, but she was just...plain. Ordinary. Nothing special. She laughed softly at Fred's comment. "Right..." She was going to disagree, but she knew that would probably cause some type of argument. "I guess...I mean, flowers? So over-rated," she rolled her eyes jokingly. "You seem very...artsy today," she teased. "A bird? No thanks...they kinda creep me out," she admitted, chuckling. She had never been a fan of birds. Who was? "Aaaaand, you killed it," she giggled. "Awhh, I'm so sorry, Freddie," she said, scooting closer to him and kissing his cheek soflty. "Better?"

"And make sure you watch your language," she teased. "And you know I love you," she reminded him with a smirk. She couldn't help but roll her eyes. "He has to love you more. He's your dad, duh," she told him with a smile. Rosalie did admit, that she loved being around the Weasleys. Especially Fred's family. George Weasley was one of the nicest people she had met, and she did look up to him. He was kind, and sweet, and loving, and last but not least, a prankster. She head learned quite a bit from both him and the boy sitting next to her. "Me? Adorable? Well, don't I feel honored," she joked, pulling her knees up to her chest. "The rest of the world's population?" she asked, raising an eyebrow. "Just kidding. Anybody would be lucky to have you. Whether it be as a friend, or even a son," she assured him. She wrapped her arms around him in a small hug, before just resting her head on his shoulder. "Trust me, Fred. You are my best friend," she smiled up at him. It was completely true.

She actually laughed when he answered her question. "That'll be the day, huh?" He did have a point. Somehow, the git - just kidding, why would she call her dearest mentor something like that - had always been able to get information from her. Except secrets. She had always been good at keeping other people's secrets. It was a gift. She also knew that Fred knew she wouldn't do such a thing. She was much too stubborn to do such a thing. She refused to do something as silly as that. However, she would be the one standing next to him, helping him rule the world. "Oh, hush," she said with a short laugh. "You know you need me, and I need you. Partners in crime," she grinned.

"I guess it'll do," she said, smiling at him. Her cheeks were still tinted pink, but she knew that she would be able to trust Fred. She had always told him everything. Or tried, at least. "Okay...I'm kind of crushing on Hugo," she admitted, looking down, slightly embarrassed. The talk turned back to her parents, great. "Well, yeah...but they're not normal parents, is what I mean. They aren't anything like a parent should be."

[FRED CARSON WEASLEY]

troublemaker at your service!

His face lit up when she agreed with him. Or was that really agreeing? He couldn't tell, Fred never wasn't exactly the best at reading other people. Some would call him insensitive, but Fred would just merely say he didn't really care. Unless you were close, that is. Fred loved his friends, especially his closest friends. They were practically family! "Or, you know, you can grow up to be all beautiful." And he really couldn't help but laugh at that. "Sorry! Sorry, I just have a really hard time seeing you being all mature. Not an insult at all, though." He grinned at her, all the more when she mentioned he was being artsy today. Oh, was he proud of himself. "I know! I think I've been hanging around Ravenclaws a lot. I should do that more often." When she mentioned she didn't like birds, Fred raised an eyebrow, an incredulous look on his face. "Really? I never noticed you freaking out whenever the owls come." He was referring, of course, to the daily mail, when owls would drop letters and whatnot in the morning during breakfast. Fred rather liked birds, liked how they were able to fly anywhere they wanted. "Did I? Shame, I liked being all profound and wise." He chuckled, letting her kiss his cheek. "Oi, now, don't get carried away, my fan club might kill you for that." His non-existent fan club, that is. Fred grinned, teasing as he poked Rosie's own cheek. "Better."

He placed a hand over his heart at her saying she loved him. "Oh, Rosie, that hit me right here. I can feel your love!" He pulled his hand away and placed it on the ground, leaning back as he listened to Rosie. Well, he supposed he did. No, Fred knew his dad loved him. He just couldn't tell sometimes, if it was because he looked at him like he was his brother, or as a son. That was why he liked Hogwarts. Away from his father's eyes. He just couldn't take that sometimes. "I guess so! I mean, who doesn't love me, right?" He looked at Rosie, grinning, wanting to take the conversation away from his relationship with his father. No one knew how he felt about it. Fred had a reputation to maintain! That is, being the 'generally happy-go-lucky and occasionally spiteful against idiots' prankster. And she was hugging him. Fred couldn't help but smile, feeling her warmth. "Aren't you sweet today? You sure you don't love me that way?" he teased, winking at her.

"You know you need me, and I need you. Partners in crime."

"Of course, partner." He grinned at her. This was why she was one of his best friends ever. Heck, she may as well be his sister, from how close they were. Some people found their relationship weird, unable to realize how a sixth year and a fifth year could be that close without any romantic attachment. It was so weird for him to think of Rosie in that way. She was too much like a sister for him. Ah, he really couldn't imagine what it would be like without her. Rosie was most definitely the more rational of the two, although he supposed that was a very relative statement. They were alike in a lot of other aspects, though, which was why he'd sometimes forget she was a girl.

Except now. Hugo. Hugo Weasley? A huge grin spread on Fred's face, alternating between shock and happiness. He stared at Rosie for a while, wondering if she was just kidding His best friend was crushing on his cousin. Oh, how absolutely wonderful.

"Hugo? Seriously? As in nerdy Hugo?" And he burst out laughing, unable to stop. He was practically clutching his stomach, giving out a loud laugh. "I just can't believe you'd like him, of all people! The non-redhead!" He finally stopped, wiping away tears from his eyes. "Okay, okay, I'm stopping. Well, you're crushing on a Weasley. Your taste is wonderful, that's all I'm gonna say." He ran a hand through his hair, that grin still plastered on his face. "So. Why Hugo?" he asked, wanting to know more about Rosie's crush, before the conversation turned to a more serious route. "What do you mean? What kind of parents are they?"

[ROSALIE AUTUMN YOUNG]

Rosalie mock-glared at him when he made a comment and started laughing. "Who are you kidding? I'll never be beautiful. Okay, yeah, but not beautiful," she shrugged her shoulders. That's the way she thought. She didn't think she was all that pretty. She was plain. Plain, blonde hair. Boring, blue eyes. Her hair wasn't even curly or wavy, just straight as a bored. And she was pale, the thing she hated the most. Her skin was as white as paper! Okay, not really. White as...a peach crayon. She couldn't help but laugh a bit, too, though as he mentioned not seeing her as mature. Her nose scrunched up at the thought. "Don't worry. It won't be happening anytime soon," she assured him. Unless somehow, someone was able to put her under the Imperius curse. She hit him gently. "If you even think about ditching me to hang out with some snooty, smarty-pants Ravenclaw, you will find yourself in a very sticky situation," she threatened, narrowing her eyes a bit. "Those are owls. Yes, they fly, but I don't consider them birds. I'm talking about free birds. Like those ones," she said, wincing slightly at a low-flying bird. "Maybe it's worth it," she said, winking playfully. She couldn't help but giggle softly. Although Fred didn't know it, there were quite a few girls who obsessed over him. She had to share a dorm with some of those girls. He even had a few seventh years starstruck. If only those girls really knew what he was like...goofy, stupid, sometimes caring, but they only see the cute or funny side of him. In her opinion, they never saw the real him.

Rosalie refrained from rolling her eyes at his dramatic display. She acted like she didn't find it funny, but she did, and she just wouldn't admit it to Fred. Telling Fred that he was funny was like adding fuel to a fire. He would just do it more often, or make it worse... "Trust me, Freddie, darling. Everybody loves you. Including that fan club." She couldn't help but snicker at the thought. It was true. Everybody who knew Fred loved him. It was hard not to. He was a pretty awesome guy, and she looked up to him. For advice, and pranks. She laughed softly and shook her head. "I can promise you that I only love you as a brother. Nothing more, Freddie," she said, running a hand through her hair softly, pushing the blonde hair away from her eyes.

Rosalie flashed a nearly identical grin back at Fred as he said, "Of course, partner." Fred was her best friend, and there was nobody that could replace him. No matter what happened in their lives, Fred would always come first. He was a lot like a brother. Considering she had no siblings, she always looked forward to hanging out with Fred. When she was with Fred, she didn't think about her parents or even homework. It was just fun. That's all they did. Sometimes, like now, they would just sit and talk, and that was fine, too. She smiled softly, remembering how some of her other friends were confused by the brother-sister relationship. It was impossible for Rosie to picture Fred as anything else. Too strange.

As he started teasing her about liking Hugo, she punched him in the arm, hard. Not for teasing her, but making fun of him. He was family, after all. "Don't make fun of your cousin," she scolded him, glaring. "He's sweet and cute, I don't know," she shook her head a bit. "So...I heard you've been getting a bit close with one of the un-funnies," she said, raising an eyebrow. "Is this true?" she asked, taking the topic away from her and Hugo. She liked him, but she didn't want Fred teasing either of them about it.