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ethanxwood​:

Ethan couldn’t disagree with Rose there, and he took her banter in stride like he would if they were back on the quidditch pitch together all those years ago. “Sure do.” he played along, ruffling his fingers through his messy hair really hamming it up. He may of looked rough, but at the same time he considered it a job well done and a sign of evening well spent. If he was going to go out and party then he might as well give ‘em a show and do it up. Go big or go home; that was always the Ethan Wood way. 

“Oh, you know me too well.” the chaser managed, a lopsided grin just shy of its full potential making his way across his jawline. Sure, he wanted nothing more than to go back to his flat and sleep off his growing hangover, but it had been awhile since he had last ran into Rose, and Ethan always did have a particular loyalty when it came to his teammates, past or present. 

He brought a calloused hand to his brow, shielding his eyes from the blaring morning sun and got a better look at his former teammate. Hood. Curls. Huge cup of coffee. It seemed he may not have been the only one with a story or two from last night. “I take it you had yourself a pretty good night too, huh, Weasley?”

“Maybe.” Rose shrugged, shaking her head in response although it prompted a pang of pain at her temple. “I usually have a pretty good night drinking when it’s with my cousins. Can’t do anything I’ll regret.” Chuckling to herself, eyes squinted just like Ethan’s against the morning sun, she could feel a sweat building onto her neck.

Looking down at her coffee, it suddenly started to lose all its appeal although she had only drank half. Extender her arm out, Rose offered the cup to her old teammate. “But still looks like you need it more than me. Take it, if you want.” It was hardly a gesture she was going out of her way to make. Rose was going to throw it in the trash otherwise, but he didn’t need to know it.

“Actually...” Rose thought for a moment, checking her watch as she mulled over an idea. “Care for a pint?” It was too early for your average witch to get a pint, sure, but she was a strong believer in hair of the dog. What better remedy besides some greasy potatoes and a cold pint of ale? “Or a fresher coffee I guess, is always an option. But less of a cure.” Call it a hunch, but Rose thought maybe Ethan might just be interested in her wild idea.

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dommi--weasley​:

Dominique had soon collected a few bottles onto the coffee table, a mixture of a couple of different firewhiskeys and soft drinks to mix with, quickly getting to work on crafting them drinks. One of the best things she had learnt working at the Leaky Cauldron was how to make cocktails well. It was a skill she used more frequently than anything else she had learnt there. Passing the second glass to Rose she lifted her own as if to say ‘cheers’. 

“Alright, in that case we can start drinking the night away.” With a flick of her wand she turned on her radio, humming along as she got up to find the takeaway menus, talking as she rummaged through the draw to find her favourite. “I don’t have to work until tomorrow evening, which means I have all day to recover. Ooh Rose! We could go through my old witch weeklys and do those dumb quizzes in the back! I found an old copy which told you which Weasley you were, like with all our parents and stuff. It was from ages ago but mum kept the copy.”

She settled back onto the sofa flicking through the menu. “Alright so I’m having the tofu noodles and I’ll get you some chips?” She scribbled down their order on a piece of parchment ready to send via owl.

“Thank you kindly.” Rose nodded her head as she took the glass, having not even offered to mix the drinks. There was no doubt she would make it a little too strong and regret it a little too much tomorrow. Dom would be able to mix them just right, like she always did. Lifting in silent cheers, Rose brought the glass to her lips, closing her eyes as the burn hit her through. “Brilliant.”

Lounging back down, she balanced the glass on her chest with one hand, the other using a finger to trace around its rim. “See that’s a plan I can get behind. Drinking and procrastination. Has there ever been a better couple? I think not.” Tipping her head forward at an awkward angle, Rose tipped the class back to sip at its contents. “Well I have work tomorrow, but I’ll manage, I think I’ll be fine.” Famous last words, for certain.

Snorting at the suggestion, Rose hadn’t thought about those quizzes in years. “Merlin, you still have those? I definitely preferred the ones about what kind of kisser I am.” Rose remembered taking those with her cousin long before she had ever actually kissed somebody. “They totally lied to me with that. They never told me how crippling awkward I am without at least three drinks in me. Guess it’s not kid appropriate.” Shrugging, she sat up, tipping another big sip back. “Chips and something green too. Broccoli? Salad? I don’t know, surprise me.”

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character posters: rose weasley

“When Rose came up to me today in Potions and called me Bread Head I almost hugged her. No, there’s no almost about it, I actually tried to hug her, and then she kicked me in the shin.”

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lixnhecrt​:

Lily giggled before throwing an arm around her cousin. “It’s hate. Pure hate. I can’t bring myself to understand being so hateful.” Rose was right, they couldn’t change those around them. “We can’t, but we can do our best to get to those that are still decided about where there loyalties are.” She moved her cousin away from the negative headlines. “That’s what makes them so dangerous.”

“Then both sides of this keep growing, how is it going to end? Every time people think it’s over it comes back.” Their was a vicious cycle happening over decades and decades. It didn’t instill much optimism in Rose. She knew that her words were not productive, not offering any solution, but sometimes it just helped to voice her frustrations. “I know none of this is helpful, I’m just hoping the angrier I get, the more likely an idea of something, anything to do would pop into my head.”

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“Ha!” Rose immediately responded, her verbal laughter rolling into a chuckle as she took in the sight of the familiar man in front of her. “You look like crap,” she commented with a nod before taking a sip at her black coffee, a drink reserved only for mornings where she too looked like, well, crap. Unlike Ethan Wood, she just did a better job of hiding it. Hood pulled up over her head and zipped up tight so her curls puffed out like a mane around her face.

Having shared a brief stint on the Gryffindor Quidditch team with Ethan, she was not unfamiliar with him and his ways. However,  unlike most of the world, she didn’t quite care. It was still odd to see him reported on so frequently in the papers, like somehow the name she read was detached from the boy she had once known. Rose only read his name in the Quidditch reports, but perhaps she would have seen it more had she been one to read the gossip portion of magazines and papers.

“Running from someone?” As great of a player as he was, she always remembered him as a bit of pain, so seeing Ethan like this was exactly the kind of thing to stumble on that would perk Rose right up, however much her own head was splitting. 

It took Ethan a moment to register that he was in Diagon Alley, falling victim to the harsh rays of the mid morning sunlight once he stepped outside. He squinted, prepared to begin the trek back to his flat on foot, left with fractured memories of a beautiful blonde witch whose name he didn’t bother to learn and an overabundance of firewhiskey, blissfully ignorant to any unrest in the wizarding world. The fresh air sure as hell would do him some good. 

The blocks seemed endless and the pounding in Ethan’s skull seemed even more so. As the chaser trudged along the alleyway, he caught a glimpse of his reflection in a shop window and didn’t bother to spruce himself up. It wouldn’t have made much difference anyway. The chaser looked like he had just taken a bludger to the skull: hair tossed about, cheeks pale, eyes sunken. 

He kept his head low and made an attempt to hurry through the alley without drawing much attention to himself. The problem was: Ethan Wood was seldom ever able to keep a low profile. He had almost made it out unscathed when he noticed a familiar face, one that would at least warrant a hello or some sort of casual conversation

“Shit.” he blurted louder than intended, stretching and bringing a hand to the nape of his neck as he waved with the other. “Er— hey.”

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dommi--weasley​:

When Rose pointed out that it could be her blood contributing to her good skin rather than the treatments she used Dom gave a knowing smile which said ‘ok, you got me’. She raised her hands in surrender, “maybe you’re right, but at least I know I won’t be wrinkling early with the treatments I use. You should really try their facemasks some time, they smell so good too.” Her mind was already whirring knowing she had a tub at home. Whether Rose liked it or not Dom wanted to turn their drinking in her flat into a girly night in, like the ones from Hogwarts she missed so much. 

“Oh I have firewhiskey too if you want to start on that,” she said with a devious smile, leading her cousin up the road and towards her flat which wasn’t too far away.

As soon as Dom had flung the front door open for both her and Rose and collapsed onto the couch, inviting Rose to do the same. Now she was home she felt much better. “Is it a bad idea to order food too? I’m starving. Was supposed to eat at the Cauldron but I forgot to grab a plate before the kitchen closed.”

“You know the only way any kind of creme or face mask is getting on my face is if you put it on me. And force it on me. Like pin me down kind of forcing.” Rose wouldn’t fight back so much, it was just dramatics, but she sure wouldn’t seek out the opportunity. Dom had always been able to get Rose to come around eventually though, especially with a few drinks in her. She became far more compliant to her cousins whims.

“Oh, she speaks my language.” Rose waggled her brows at Dom as she fell into step besides her. “I’m not sure the last proper night of drinking I’ve had. I mean I’m always having a pint or something with studying, but it’s been a bit.” Some part of her felt a bit of regret for a good night these days. Like she could be out making strides in the greater causes she supported.

First jacket, then bag, then heavy boots, Rose shed her outer layer by the door before jumping onto the sofa, arms behind her head. “I’m all for it, as long as there are chips.”

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lixnhecrt​:

“We can’t know that, Rose. We just have to start now.” She wished she had all the answers. If she did, the world wouldn’t be heading down a dark road. “I know. We are doing what we can.” Lily’s eyes fell on the graffiti and her eyes turned sad. No matter how hard they tried, small things still slipped through the cracks. “I don’t understand why people are so hateful.”

“Tiny pricks.” Rose joked as much as she could, but shook her head just the same. It was hard to understand what made people so narrow-minded, so spiteful and angry. “I wish I understood it. But even if we did, I don’t think there’s any use in talking these people out of their beliefs. They’re fixed the same way we are. They think they’re right as much as we do.”

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evan-rg-jr​:

“Fate, a divine force, whatever you want to call it…life is a giant mess.” That was one of the only things Evan stood by in life because everything else around him changed too much. People came and went, You made friends, then lost them. Opportunities were taken and missed, but things always seemed to be an absolute mess. “I paint myself semi-annually with permanent paint and have to go to the hospital to get it removed. What do I know?” He chuckled to himself and pulled out the price book. Most things he remembered off the top of his head, but this was not something he often sold. “Five sickles.”

“I also agree that life is a giant fucking mess, yes.” As much as one might try, there was no telling what could come in to disturb the peace. That’s why Rose had never made any grand plots or plans for herself, because how could she stick to them? Things happened, unexpected things, that was the nature of life. “Permanent paint? Didn’t know that was a thing. Is it often used?” Rose thought to the unsavory graffiti she had seen in Diagon Alley, wondering if that’s what was being used. Thumbing over the change in her pocket she splayed the sickles on the counter. “Excellent.”

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Thank God you inherited your mother’s brains.

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dommi--weasley​:

When Rose said she’d take full responsibility and went further to compliment Dominique, the blonde’s mood lifted significantly. “You’ve never seen me with a spot because I use this,” she said shaking to bottle in front of her cousin, but giving a smile nevertheless. The smile only widened when Rose suggested that they grab a drink all thoughts of the broken bottle vanished. 

“Yeah, I’d love a drink although I can’t stand to be back in the Cauldron. I’ve got some beer in the fridge at home, can we just drink there?” She said gesturing over her shoulder towards her flat. 

“Nothing to do with the Veela blood going through those veins of yours?” Rose teased lightly, knowing about the lineage of Dom’s mom of course. “Just something to consider before I go out and buy some of that for myself.” She of course would never take the time to buy something like that, or even put it on. Rose had a feeling the lack of routine that she had in the morning would not gain any approval by her cousin.

“Yes, that sounds more than perfect. Much cheaper too.” As much as she loved the atmosphere that a dark, sometimes loud, sticky bar offered, the pleasant home of Dominique sounded just fine. “And who knows, maybe beer will turn into firewhiskey, and suddenly all that studying I don’t want to be doing, will be gone.”

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evan-rg-jr​:

“I agree as well. Fate seems too…I don’t know, but I don’t like it. It assumes that everything in our lives is outside of our control. We aren’t responsible for the things we do or are done to us because fate is in control.” Evan had many strong opinions on almost everything he could have strong opinions about, and he struggled on how to keep them all buried deep down. Not everything needed to start a discussion about the deeper meaning. “Evan, it’s nice to meet you…potentially again.” Since he couldn’t remember if they had met before, it seemed like a safe thing to say. “Be sure to come back any time for anything you might need.”

“That I agree with.” Rose nodded, although she still continued to contemplate it. “Well maybe so-called fate is what brings things into our life. It’s what we do from there that’s on us. Like when shit is fucked up, that’s on you, can’t blame fate for anything.” This seemed to be an okay train of thought, one that she could get on board with. “But what do I know. I just almost ruin things with ink.” Rose chuckled as she dug into her pockets for the mess of change that was there, accidentally grabbing hold of a sugar cube instead. “So Evan, what’s the damage here, how much for all of this?”

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lixnhecrt​:

“We still have to let some of this pass until we have to get involved. I know it’s hard.” Lily was uneasy about all of it. She wanted to fix the Wizarding World, but she couldn’t do it on her own. There was no easy answer to any of this no matter how much she wished there was. “We’re doing as much as we can for now, Rosie. Give it time. We’ll stop this soon enough.”

“How much time before it’s too late?” Rose countered, paying no mind to the usually bothersome nickname, for which Lily was one of the few allowed to say it. There was no belittling or mocking in her tone, only affection. “There has to be at least small things we can do. Little things. Something to stop shit like this from happening at the least.” She gestured to the graffiti, now seeing what looked to be two ministry employees waving their wand over the crime, no doubt seeing what charms were affixing it to place.

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“My style is pretty fearless, definitely unique but still classic.”

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sccrpmalfoy‌:

“Are you insinuating that I am badly behaved Rose? We both know that I am nothing short of an angel - of course I deserve them.” He was thankful that she didn’t seem to feel the need to push for information and that the topic of his mother was one that he could play around softly without having to expose how he truly felt about it. Not that he would admit it if asked but Rose was good company for this very reason. 

“That is an unfair accusation and jump in logic, you just assumed the worst of me for no reason. I thought better of you than that.” This was his natural habitat, essentially gaslighting those who had made very understandable statements about by feigning complete ignorance. It was easy to see through and held no real benefit other than it brought him some joy. It had started out in truth all those years ago, when he’d arrived at Hogwarts and everyone had started to make their snap judgements he had tried to object. Then he’d taken them in silence for years, brooding and angry but silent. Then when Astoria had left he changed yet again, acting out further and taking it upon himself to live up to the perception people had - if they were going to assume may as well prove them right.

He still scowled as she dismissed the bystander they had dragged into the scene, a faceless being that Scorpius hadn’t even registered before he had instantly checked out. “Some of us don’t find public spectacle funny.” He answered, remarkably without a hint of irony. “Many things cause me to smile, that just wasn’t one of them. The whole world isn’t going to pander to you Rose Weasley which I know is very hard for you to hear. Or maybe I was just never taught how to smile since no one ever loved me - they usually go hand in hand. So I have heard at least.” Normally he wouldn’t have made such a comment, choosing instead to let the anger fester inside as he thought about how his life had turned out and how it made him feel. But with Rose he felt like he could, that although they never spoke about anything serious and had spent the majority of their lives seeing who could antagonise the other the most there was an understanding. A relationship there that he didn’t have with many others.

“Do better at what? Than your mum? Well that’s interesting but I suppose what is the use of existing if not to do better than those who came before you.” He had completely assumed her meaning, her statements having been beyond vague. Scorpius quickly flicked to the chapter she indicated, reading over the page to acquaint himself with the text before looking back up. “The whole thing or have you already studied any of it?”

“Well if I’m to believe this is your best behavior, then yes, I have some doubts.” Rose was practiced at feigning concern, because it fed into the narrative that Scorpius tried to spin for himself. At times, however, true notes of compassion could not help themselves but to fall in between the lines of her banter. What kind of person would she be not to at least think about whatever trauma lay behind these jokes. But she knew not to engage. Or was it that she didn’t care enough to?

“Not no reason. History repeats itself, right? I’ve had enough conversations with you to know where it goes. Sometimes I entertain it because I feel in the mood to call you a prick and tell you to sod off, but I’m in a good mood today, so I’d just rather not go there.” Rose defended her reaction, almost having this response ready before he could contend her statement. “It’s not conjecture. I just don’t want to be gaslighted.” At the end of the day, she tried to be as straight of a shooter as possible.

Rose rolled her lips together in a poor attempt at suppressing a rolling chuckle. “What then, would you call your little performance with you and that gentleman earlier. Practically a public dance.” She had no doubt he would fail to see it that way, but still Rose tried. Oh how comical his narrow view could be. “I’d love to know somebody, anybody who panders to me.” Rose furrowed her brow at his comment which was more self degrading and loathing than usual. Blaming others for his problems was a familiar pattern, but the meaning behind this hit differently. “You know, I really doubt nobody has ever loved you. Statistically speaking, I’m thinking it’s pretty improbable.” Of course she had never been good at expressing her own emotions, or been even a hint of a romantic. “Perhaps you just thought it was pandering. Eye of the beholder and all that.”

“No, no, nothing about my mum. It’s about me. Just do better than I’ve done before. Be better every day. And not just bloody ruins, or spell casting. Like being a fucking food person. Grow. Change. All that.” In explaining more, it felt as if she’d said too much. As if a tender part of her soul had been lay bare for Scorpius to burn to dust. Rose’s arms folded over chest and she sat up taller in her seat. “Well I’ve studied it all. I know it all. At least that’s what we’re trying to see isn’t it?”

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evan-rg-jr‌:

“It is what it is.” Evan would never deny that he was proud of his house and may have been a little upset if he was placed anywhere else, but his dad would have made a very disapproving face if he ever said it. Having one Hufflepuff and one Slytherin parent was always an interesting time, but Evan wouldn’t have wanted to grow up in any other way. “I agree with you there. Everybody is placed in your life exactly when you’re supposed to meet them, regardless of when you prefer to have met them.” Evan grabbed a little sheet of paper from behind the counter and slid it over to her. “It’s all on here, and I totally understand. You wouldn’t have known it existed though, don’t be hard on yourself.”

“Yeah, I can agree with that. I wouldn’t call it fate or anything, but things happen when they do. If you don’t like the way things are, go and change them. Something along those lines.” It was a very brief, rambling part of her world view which was something Rose was still trying to dial in on. Although she enjoyed thinking on these topics, she often lacked the words for her deeper thoughts. “I’m Rose, by the way.” For all she knew she had remembered his name wrong. “Well now that I do, maybe I can help some other sad sop like me one day.”

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dommi--weasley‌:

Dominique stood back, watching as the glass levitated, fixing itself along the way back up to Rose’s hand. “You’ve always been so good at that,” Dom said curtly - her own wandwork skills were lacking. She snatched the jar back staring into it and examining the liquid before pocketing it, not wanting to make another mess. “It’s fine, but if it no longer works you’re the one to blame for the pimples that break out on my forehead.”

Finally distracted from her own problems she gave Rose the hug she had been aiming for, pulling away with a question. “What are you doing here anyway?” 

“What, me?” Rose thought over it for a moment before realizing, yeah, she was at least better than the average person. “I’m just clumsy. Break more things so I get to practice putting them together more often.” This was exactly the time of wand work that Rose took joy in repeating over and over again, competing with nobody but herself. “I take full responsibility on that. Not sure I’ve ever seen you with a pimple in my entire life, so odds I’ll take.”

For a moment, Rose anticipated the greeting would remain at the cool and even temper, but when Dom went in for the hug, she too relaxed.  “Was actually planning to go get a pint while I looked over some notes of mine. Up for a drink? Unless you were headed somewhere”

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lixnhecrt‌:

It would never get easier to read such devastating headlines across the Daily Prophet. It seemed, though, that people were still keeping some of these things under the radar, but Lily was determined to bring things to light. The public deserved to know. There was a reason she created the DA with her brother.

On her daily walk to work, she spotted her cousin. A smile crossed her lips before slowly easing up behind her. It was early and the last thing Lily wanted was to startle her. “They will one day. We just ha to let justice take its course. There’s sick people out there.”

“Yeah but for how long can we just let things take their course? The course is a bit slow.” Rose grumbled back, instantly recognizing the voice of her cousin. Of course this was not the first time they had discussed their feelings on this subject. As they years went by, Rose found herself favoring a response of unrest. People were being far too complacent. 

“We should be doing more.” Rose added, knowing that Lily could intuit what that meant without needing to explicitly mention the DA. It was something she had been grappling with recently, and the sight before her only catalyzed further thought.