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(kinda) Self Para #1

Alright. So. I decided to post the para but I want to give a disclaimer. Although it is definitely based on Rosie, it doesn’t necessarily really have to apply to her life. I had to remove harry potter aspects, for obvious reasons, so it’s really not perfect. And like location, her family, just some things that I couldn’t keep completely in line with her story, I had to change. I changed the last name, which I now have changed back to Weasley. But like. Obviously I couldn’t include Hogwarts and all that anyway you get the point its just a cute story that is Rosie but isn’t Rosie could be her but also doesn’t have to be something that /happened/ and obviously its not her life exactly at all. I’m saying that specifically for her family. I’m just gonna post it before I start doubting myself so much that I decide not to post it. So. (2.7k so like really you don’t have to read this at all it’s pointless and long)

      Rose Weasley had known about magic since the day she was born. It surrounded her through her first words, learning to walk, losing her first tooth at age six, and when she was eight, the first time she shattered a vase just by looking at it. She was a witch. Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, the kind yet odd couple living in the beautiful home right on the edge of the woods, were not surprised by the fact that their daughter had magic. They were thrilled as could be, of course! Mr. and Mrs. Weasley too possessed this power. In fact, every single member of the Weasley family were witches and wizards, passed down from generation to generation. And Rose, sweet Little Rose with the messy brown hair that she could never seem to tame, big, curious eyes, and a mind full of dreams, was surely no exception.         From the time she could keep herself on her own two feet, Rose had a thirst for adventure. She was a curious girl who lacked fear and had a lot of untrained power which, naturally, went wrong very quickly. But in her mind, there was nothing wrong about it. Rosie wanted to learn about anything and everything and she'd do whatever she pleased so she could do just that. In the beautiful home right on the edge of the woods, Rosie grew.         Fog hung heavy in the air, clouding the little light offered from the still rising sun. As Rose sat at the kitchen island, legs softly swinging where they dangled off her stool, she looked out upon the misty morning. The dense forest was almost completely covered by the haze. Rosie could barely see the trees where they stood, but in a way she could still hear them. Even through the fog she could hear the whispers between the swaying limbs, promising adventure in the new day.  She could almost feel the leaves brushing against her skin already, and it made her heartbeat quicken in anticipation.         The house was quiet, far too quiet for the amount of excitement running through Rosie's head. She was too giddy to be alone– she wasn't, of course. Her family was there, asleep at the moment, but there nonetheless. And Rose hadn't noticed Elie's presence, nearly right in front of her on the island. Elie was–in every meaning of the word–a cat. She was sly, cunning and bold, and a downright pest on most days. But that didn't stop her from being the perfect companion. Rosie looked down at Elie, the cat staring right back at her with curious eyes, and let out a chuckle upon seeing the expression on her face. She already knew what they were doing today.         "We're going on an adventure, El. Up for it?"         The look on Elie's face didn't change a bit, but it never did when she asked that particular question. She was just used to it, Rosie reasoned, as if the cat actually understood a word she was saying. She knew she'd come anyway.         Rose couldn't wait for the others to wake. She was wasting time, time she could be using to explore. And she knew her parents wouldn't be angry with her. Rosie often retreated to the forest long before they woke. So she jumped down from her stool, not forgetting to sling the old camera sitting on the island around her neck before going to pull her old, mud-covered boots onto her feet, Elie closely in tow.         The fleece coat Rose always dreaded wearing, hanging right in front of her face, almost seemed to be staring her down. It was heavy and stiff, the fleece not giving much leeway to actually move, and if coats had eyes, she knew it would be staring her down. So would her mother, upon seeing her out in the early fall chill without being practically swaddled in clothing. Rosie begrudgingly pulled the coat off its hook and shrugged it over her shoulders, but leaving it unzipped. Mostly for teenage rebellion purposes.         Cool air pricked at her skin. She padded towards the woods, letting the fog encompass her and listening intently to the leaves crunching beneath her feet. It felt familiar and comfortable, almost like home. A soft smile spread across her lips as the trees towering above her came into focus, and for a moment she took it all in. No matter how many times she found herself here, it was always a magical moment for her. It wasn't an ordinary forest, of course, the forest itself was magical, and maybe that's why it never lost its curiosity. Rosie decided that must be the explanation, because it definitely wasn't her mind making the trees beckon her in and it surely wasn't her imagination when the branches seemed to brush up against her in welcome.         And she was off, in her own little world of wonder. The sun had risen higher into the sky, shining light through the cracks between the trees. Everything around her looked like a dream, sometimes Rosie wondered if she dreaming, even when she knew that was nonsense.         Rosie had a plan for today. The last time she ventured here she had forgotten her camera somehow, which meant this time she wasn't going to wander about aimlessly like she usually does. First she'd find the small stream where bright flowers grew and water trickled softly. She would retrace her steps towards the cave, too deep and too dark to make its contents known to her without actually entering it. Finding the large, green spotted eggs she remembered so vividly was a risk, she knew that, but her curiosity always got the best of her.         The forest was beautiful and lively but Rosie knew better than to simply be careless. Despite its beauty, the grounds were crawling with danger. Even the trees themselves were dangerous when necessary. They were a bit kinder than some of the creatures that resided with them. And although this never dampened her love for the forest, she did tread with caution, maneuvering the parts of the woods she knew, and even the parts she didn't, with long-practiced vigilance. She was lucky Elie never ran off, instead staying close to her feet at all times.         As she snapped a photograph of the trees above her, the light filtering through in a way that she just couldn't pass up the opportunity to immortalize, Rosie felt at peace. She was surrounded by a home all her own. She trekked through the wood, taking as many photos as she pleased. Even a slew of Elie, despite her shyness. Rosie thought she too loved the woods as much as she did, the cat seeming to be in a state of contentment during their adventures. Lonely as it was, only having her cat to accompany her, Rosie never minded. Being alone meant she had time for herself, which she always appreciated it.         It was nearly midday now, the forest alive with the chirping of birds and whispering of the trees. Rose was grateful for the coat. She would never admit to it, in the name of teenage rebellion of course, but the chill in the air was worse than the days before and she found herself not really minding the stiffness of the material because of it.         But the weather wasn't the only reason Rosie felt a chill in the air. There was something off about today. The forest was alive, yes, but it wasn't whispering as it usually does. It was quieter, more like passing secrets than the excited chatting she was used to. She couldn't understand it, but the tone of the forest that day was unsettling at best. She could tell that Elie felt it too, the cat a hair closer to her than usual, her gaze traveling around them as they trotted further into the woods.         Her gut was telling her to run, to flee instead of fight, but her curiosity always get the best of her. She wanted to know why. The feeling was building impossibly stronger by the second, each hesitant step she took forward feeling more like a stomp. It made her stomach flip and her head pound, panicked thoughts moving at the speed of light in her mind. She could’ve sworn she had seen that exact stump at least three times. Was the forest messing with her head? What had happened that unsettle the wood enough for her to feel it too?         With the loud crack of a branch behind her, her question had been answered. At least, that's what Rosie thought. Standing tall in front of her was a creature she had only ever seen in books from her uncle, who studied them for a living. She didn't even know this type of beast existed in these woods. It towered over her by at least five feet, and Rosie had never felt this type of fear. Elie was yelling behind her, her meows loud enough for her to hear over the blood rushing through her ears. She could barely breathe, the air thin and her lungs feeling empty.         The beast wasn't moving and neither was she, stuck in place by her fear–but there was something else. Something about the creature intrigued her. She was absolutely mesmerized by the pale, almost opalescent scales covering its body entirely. The sunlight seemed to bounce right back off of them, making each scale shine a different pastel hue. It was an English Opaleys that she knew. A dragon native to the less civilized regions of England. Even then they were rare, and she had no idea what it was doing in a forest like this. Whatever she had done, it didn’t look happy with her. Maybe it was the anxious energy coming off of her. Maybe it felt threatened by her. The reason didn’t matter. The dragon was         Before she could come up with anything, there was a shout from behind the dragon. Rosie felt a mix of confusion and relief as the creature turned towards the sound. The dragon bowed its head. It looked like submission more than anything, but even with the beast's attention off of her Rose still felt her heart pounding in her chest. Elie's meowing had ceased now, only her own thoughts and the dead silence of the woods around her filling her ears. The air felt tense, like the entire forest was holding its breath. Rosie felt it, and all she could hope for was whatever had grabbed that dragon's attention wasn't going to try to kill her.         Emerging from behind the creature wasn't a man, nor another beast, but a girl. A girl who couldn't have been much older than her. Sixteen, seventeen at most. Rosie was lost for words. She was beautiful, dark hair only reaching her shoulders, exuding a confidence that she'd only seen a few times before. She was looking at her with an intensity that made Rose's head feel light. It wasn't nice, that she was sure of. She saw distrust, most of all. The girl didn’t know her, of course she didn’t trust her. But for some reason it felt like a sting. “Who are you?” The girl’s voice was hesitant, but she heard strength within it. Rosie struggled to find words at first, she was still in shock. “I’m uh–” She swallowed hard–“I’m Rose. Rosie, if you’d prefer.” She stuttered out, hands fidgeting with the bottom of her coat. It took her a moment to realize a name wasn’t all she was looking for. “I live just outside of the woods. I come here all the time.” Rosie didn’t know why she was the one explaining. She had been exploring these woods since she was a child, and she had never seen this girl or her dragon before. She could see she was about to speak, but Rose beat her to it. “Actually, who are you?” She asked, feeling a sudden rush of confidence. This forest, at least this part of it, was hers. Not officially, sure, but it was hers in every other way. “What are you doing here? With a dragon, no less.” Her voice was solid, void of the fear it held before. It was now the mysterious girl’s turn to explain. “I… my name is Erin,” the girl, now known to be Erin, started. She had a strong northern accent that surely traveled, but Rosie didn’t mind. “I was hoping you weren’t a regular. Truth is, I don’t know where I am. I woke up here with Blizz—” The dragon’s head turned towards them at that. Rosie assumed that was their name. “Blizz seems too weak to fly or somethin’ and it’s been days. Listen, kid. If you could just tell me where I am, I’ll be on my way.” Erin looked almost fearful now, having dropped her intimidating act. She could hear the frustration in her voice. Truthfully, Rose was still intimidated by her, but she also felt sorry for her. Out in the cold, lost, probably hungry and exhausted. Who knows how long she’d really been here. Rosie moved on impulse, padding quickly towards Erin, pulling off her own coat before she even realized she was doing so. Erin looked confused, taken back by the younger girl’s sudden actions. But Rosie worked without words, wrapping the coat around her shoulders with nervous, trembling hands. She didn’t reject it, which Rosie took as a good sign. “Hopefully that’ll help. It's cold out here.” She said, ignoring the cool air starting to prick at her skin. “You’re from the north, I assume? Are you hungry? You’ve been out here for a while.” Rose didn’t know this girl, and this girl didn’t know her. They had every right not to trust each other, and Rosie didn’t have to show such kindness to her, but she had a gut feeling that she was someone she could trust. She wanted to help her. The least she could do was help her. Erin nodded, the movement tentative, but a nod nonetheless. Rose was a bit amazed at the fact that she was trusting her back, but maybe she felt the same gut feeling that she did. The next four days were spent preparing. Erin introduced Rosie and Blizz properly, and despite their rocky first meeting, the two ended up getting along just fine. Blizz was much less of an aggressive animal than Rosie first expected. In fact, he was almost cuddly. Elie certainly took a liking to him too. Rosie’s uncle arrived as fast as he could when he heard there was a dragon involved, and the Weasley family gladly took care of the girl and her dragon until they found a way to get her home. Erin still didn’t know how she got to the forest, not even after days of thinking on it. But that didn’t really seem to bother her. Rose and the mysterious girl with a dragon became friends in those few days. She learned that Erin was also a witch, and that she was only 16, a year older than herself. When Erin and Blizz were ready to return to their small town in the north, Erin and Rose vowed to stay in touch in any way that they could. Even though the two girls had only known each other for such a short number of days, Rosie felt as if she could trust her with her life. She never knew what she was going to get herself into when she left her beautiful home right on the edge of the woods and ventured into the woods itself. She certainly never expected to find a dragon and a new friend. But there wasn’t even a moment where she regretted that day. She had been terrified to death, and it might have left her a bit jumpy for a few days, but there were no regrets. If anything, it had only fueled her curiosity towards the forest even further, which her parents might not have been thrilled about, but Rosie was. The morning after Erin had left, the fog in the air was light and the sun was shining just a bit brighter. Rosie sat there, at the island in her kitchen, gazing down at Elie like she did every morning. “We're going on an adventure, El. Up for it?"

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HEY YALL so I’ve been on a bit of a hiatus bc I’ve been super duper stressed but I’m gonna be on HELLA this weekend mostly on Priya if not exclusively bc I’m technically still on my little hiatus because next week is gonna be crazy too and I just want Priya to celebrate bc gryffindor won and yall she was literally crying last night like in my head ya know she was aCTUALLY JUST CRYING so I’m gonna be on doing that 

and I’ve written a past para for Rosie thats like... 2.7k. it was for school obviously I had to change things so it wasn’t Super Obvious that it was basically just harry potter fan fiction and I actually had to cut it off and rush the end that wasn't actually the end but what I had to make the end so it didn’t get to like 5k at minimum. I wanna continue it and finish the story in my head but like in the meantime should I post the 2.7k one? literally no one would /have/ to read it like thats a lot of words but like idk i’m kinda proud of it tho

speaking of making yall read a lot of words this is a lot of words for sO CHRISTIANA OUT

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so im in english class and my teacher just said fan fiction and my whole life flashed before my eyes yall I just needed to share this bc i feel like its probably relatable

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hiiiiiiii everyone ok i’ll be dropping all like previous event threads bc ya know outdated so I’ll be replying to starters and posting a new one on Priya probs also i know ur all having a really good day/evening/morning ilyall 

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Rosie didn’t feel like there needed to be an explanation. If someone told you to stop calling them something, you stop. That’s how Rosie saw it, anyway. Just that she doesn’t like it should be enough. She found herself chuckling at his remark “I don’t believe in religion either. But what one believes is their reality, so I can’t say it doesn’t exist. Just, not for me.” She shrugged. “Yeah, Little Red. And Victoire. That’ll be fun, seeing the two of them play against each other.’

“Well, why do you just not like it?” he countered before shaking his head. “Nevermind－pointless topic,” he muttered, turning to listen to her explanation. “How enlightening,” he mused, pursing his lips in thought when she finished. “Sadly, I have no qualms for religion. If it were real, I would’ve been saved long ago,” he stated evenly, not realizing how he was saying too much about his shit life already. Ardan picked up his book, absentmindedly caressing the spine. “You’re going to the game though, correct?” he asked, before answering himself. “Of course you are. Little Red’s playing Seeker.”

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“You’re absolutely ridiculous, Ed,” Rosie laughed, “Go put on a jacket before you actually freeze.” She didn’t really feel like playing the mom friend, but she totally would if she had to. “I’m glad someone appreciates my advice giving. Yeah, there are people like that for sure, but luckily I haven’t come across many.”

“I am.” He struck a pose. “Perfect picture of… health.” He let out a sigh before rubbing his arms. “Oh shut it. And you are. I complain and you listen and then offer a suggestion. Then again, I amy be the only one looking for a fix to my complaining. Some people just complain to complain.”

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IS THERE SOMEONE GOING ON B/N YOU AND ROSIER? THE NERD ONE, I MEAN.

“...No? Where in the world did you get that idea?”

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now while I listen through Shawn Mendes’ new album and embrace the sweet arms of death im gonna do replies if you wanna plot at all with Rosie or Priya (Alia Bhatt but honestly just know her as the girl with the snake sign) hmu i swear im nice and kinda okay at plotting and i love everyone with my entire heart and soul and im desPARATE FOR PLOTS ok peace yall

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Is there a Ravenclaw that may have caught your eye?

“Were you not paying attention earlier? I said I don’t have a crush. That includes Ravenclaws, mate.”

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“I know, I know. I’m not sure why I said that.” She admited. “Sure, I can fly and throw things. But they make it look good, too. Talia, I don’t know how you could every play a game of Quidditch with my family, saying you’ve never even seen a game.”

“Be nice Rosie. Our house is just as bad as theirs.” she laughed along with her friend “You’re talented too! however, please remind me to never agree to play a friendly game of Quidditch with your family.”

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“Yeah, you really look like you’re the best you’ve ever felt. That’s not a very appropriate variation of my name, you know. And seriously, you should put something on. You’re definitely cold.” Rosie chuckled, shaking her head. “Of course you’d say that. And I’d quickly clarify. I’m perfect to complain to?  First time I’ve heard that one.”

“I am feeling better than ever my dear Rosita.” He said, although his teeth slightly chattered. “You’d just be showing a me bias if you sat on the Ravenclaw side. Or that’s what I’d tell everyone to make you feel better about cheering on the RIGHT team.” He teased. “I need someone to complain to and you’re perfect.”

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“Yeah. He seemed rather proud of it too.” She grinned, rolling her eyes. It was ridiculous, honestly, but funny nonetheless. “I can imagine how nerve wrecking it is. But you love it, don’t you? Go out there and do what you love. I know there is quite a lot of pressure to win, but don’t let it cloud your head now. You’re a fantastic chaser, Zach.” For a moment Rose felt like she was talking to Lily, without the frantic panicking, of course. But it wasn’t far from what she’d tell her before a game, when she’s anxious. Rosie laughed, dropping her bag before sitting down next to Zach. 

“Oh, Ed?” Zach said with a sigh. “Okay at least it was one of them. I could see him doing that, yeah.” He looked up at her with a bright grin, but it faded a little and he nodded. “Yeah. I’m—I need to chill for a moment. I’m stressing and if I need to sit it out, I’m.. maybe going to try and sit it out.” He told her with shrug. But he smiled again at her congratulations. “Thank you, thank you. Oh, clearly I’ve got a front row seat, I’m sitting here now. You’re very welcome to wait for him, too, and sit right next to me. Plenty of room, even.” He patted the space beside him.

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“I really did. Weird, innit? With how much Lily has gone on about it recently, you’d think I would’ve remembered.” Rosie breathed out a chuckle, watching his reaction. “I’m not surprised in the slightest. I’ve been here too long to be surprised. I also heard that some Slytherins were screaming house pride while running around the halls using some sort of charm to make themselves louder.”

“Did you really?” James asked, listening to Rosie attentively as she continued, his face going sour as she told her story. “Can you really say you’re surprised? Some people take school spirit to a different level.” 

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“Don’t twist my words, Vic! I never said you guys were cooler.” Rosie laughed, hitting her cousin's shoulder playfully. “I know. James is on the team. I mean, the whole team is great. But he’s really good. Its in the blood, I guess. Of course, you’re gonna do great.”

“See I told you, we’re way cooler than those silly Slytherins. Gryffindor are pretty good, I won’t lie. Ah no — we wouldn’t want to boost James’s ego now would we” She says with a little bit of a laugh. “Thanks for the encouragement Rose – means a lot”

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lmao im on ask limit byyyyeeee