#and then a stranger at the club draws you a tarot card spread that pulls your heart out through your kneecaps

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Sometimes you live through something awful.

But you do live through it.

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Welcome to The Murder Club, ROSIE!

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STATS

Full Name: Rose Tuntayakul

Faceclaim: Lalisa Manoban

Age: 16

DOB: December 31

Year in school: Junior

Gender: Cisfemale

Pronouns: She/her

Side of Normal: North Normal

Worst fears: The dark

Milkshake order: Orea with soya milk

BIO

Rosie Tuntayakul is a target for bullying from the day she’s born. She’s the runt of a large, wealthy family, the scrawny and awkward sibling, a punching bag for her siblings. It’s a role she plays so well, without even meaning to. She has a talent for sticking her foot in her mouth and for being too enthusiastic. And thanks to her eagerness to please, her desire for real friendship, Rosie never learns any better. A diary extract from her ninth birthday reads: I’m glad I described the goody bag contents on the invitation. People really like Tamagotchis, so I think that’s why they came. Without many (read: any) friends, Rosie spends her days reading. She fancies herself as a regular Hermione Granger, and decides that one day, just like Hermione, she’ll find at least a couple of people who want to be her friend. Eventually, she does find one, someone with similar fanciful notions of love and romance. One friend, truthfully, is enough for Rosie. At fourteen, Rosie buys her first deck of tarot cards. It started as a mild curiosity, but a girl like Rosie needs something to hold on to, and paganism became exactly that. She’s able to divine comfort from the cards, and spends many a night holed up in her room laying out spreads while the Harry Potter score plays in the background. Her cards and her writing are what makes it so that Rosie can keep wearing that sunny smile on her face, no matter what. The Leader’s arrival in her life, if you ask Rosie, was written in the stars. The Death card she drew the night before told her as much: it was the end of an era, and with him, the Leader ushered in a new one. With the breakdown of her relationship with her only friend still weighing heavily on her shoulders, Rosie needed someone new, and the Leader perfectly fit the bill. Her fanfictions are tossed aside momentarily, dangerously teetering on the edge of becoming unfinished multi-chapter slow burners, as Rosie scribbles in her diary about the Leader instead. All she’s ever wanted is a group of friends to call her own, and his club? Rosie’s never wanted in to anything so badly, and that’s saying something. Rosie’s no stranger to embarrassing herself. She’s been doing it all her life after all. Though now, it’s by choice, begging the Leader for his time of day, tailing him and the group around at lunch time and after school. She never thought she would sink as low as she did though: paying him, making him pity her by telling him all about her pathetic life. She feels a little dirty at first, like she’s hiring him out as some kind of platonic prostitute, but that feeling quickly fades. Having something close to friends greatly outweighs the severe deterioration in funds she suffers. It’s like a burst of creative genius hits Rosie, all thanks to the Murder Club. They fuel her fanfictions. The students of Hogwarts have never acted so out of character, taking on strangely eerie resemblances to the members of the Murder Club, and focus shifts from Harry to Hermione, who, according to Rosie’s archive of our own account, is young woman with long skinny limbs and a fringe. She listens during their meetings, but just about. Just enough to draw out a draft for the next chapter of her current fanfic. Then, one day, the Leader declares his love for her and Rosie snaps to attention, pulling away from doodling in the margins of her notebook to look around the room, just to double check that there weren’t any other girls named Rosie around. Certainly an unexpected development … has her high charisma score in DnD transferred into her real life all of a sudden? Maybe she should try to get involved more often, really get her money’s worth. And maybe, just maybe, her story is actually about to begin. She won’t need to indulge in escapism anymore, her sad little existence can become something bigger. Life, starring Rosie Tuntayakul. She likes the sound of it.