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Post by rose on Feb 8, 2009 17:29:15 GMT 1
It was nearing midnight, and the common room had slowly emptied of people. A third year, who had been until that moment slumped over a yellow armchair, jerked awake and looked blearily at Rose.
"Bed, maybe?" Rose suggested kindly, looking faintly amused. The third year nodded at the prefect and rose from his seat, stretching. A moment later Rose found herself quite alone in the common room, the only sound the soft crackling of the dying fire in the grate. With a little shiver, she lifted her books and moved closer to the fire, setting them around her and on the little brown coffee table. Stretching her stockinged feet out towards the glowing embers, she basked for a moment before opening her textbooks once again and trying to find something relevant to her essay.
She didn't normally work so late, but it was her habit to read as a method of self-distraction, and school work was as good as anything. Today had been decidedly dull, and try as she might she could not lift her mood. It was just that everyone around her seemed so content with their lot, and most of them seemed to have someone special to share it with besides. She twirled a strand of her bushy red hair around one finger and stared pensively into the fire. What was wrong with her that she'd never had a boyfriend? Was she doing something wrong? Or was she merely unattractive? She pulled the strand of hair forward and stared at it disapprovingly, as though willing it to become glossy and straight.
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Post by August Jensen on Feb 8, 2009 18:37:29 GMT 1
August hurried along the corridor, hands buried deep into the pockets of his robes and his cheeks tinged pink with the cold. What had started out as the simple task of him covering Scorpius’s prefect duties for the evening by patrolling the grounds had ended with him getting covered in snow. August had been outside for the past hour trying to break up some fourth years that had snuck out to have a late night snowball fight. He hadn’t been all that successful, and had only managed to make himself a target.
Reaching the common room at last he muttered the password and slipped inside. August grinned, it was always cosy and warm in the Hufflepuff common room, an hour by the fire would do him the world of good. He slipped his damp shoes off, leaving them messily by the door and made his way over to one of the overstuffed armchairs. This late at night he hadn’t expected anybody else to still be up, so he got a bit of a shock when he saw Rose still very much awake.
”Rose!” He beamed, glad to have the company. August eyed the textbooks spread out around her and his face fell slightly. ”Oh, are you trying to work?” He asked, worried he might have disturbed her. It was a tough job trying to concentrate in the usually boisterous common room so if she’d finally found some peace he didn‘t want to disturb her. ”I can leave you alone, or if you need any help…” He rubbed at the back his head sheepishly with one hand trailing off to leave the offer open to her. |
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Post by rose on Feb 8, 2009 18:55:08 GMT 1
Looking up as the wall which concealed the common room's entrance swung forward, Rose watched August divest himself of his shoes and adjust to the warmth of the room. She felt blood rush to her face and looked back down at her books, her reddish curls obscuring her from view. It really was embarrassing to blush like this. Unable to continue to stare at the page when he called her name, she glanced at him and could not help but be warmed by his friendly grin. A slow smile spread across her pale, freckled face and she patted the ground beside her.
"I'm about done, actually..." She closed the book on her lap to emphasise the point and stacked her things neatly to one side. "You may delay, but time will not!" chirped her diary merrily as she closed it and she smiled apologetically. "Mum got me that," she explained, looking embarrassed. She set her quil atop the stack of books and pointed her wand at the fire, which flared up a little. "You're late getting back..." she said lightly.
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Post by August Jensen on Feb 8, 2009 21:53:50 GMT 1
If possible August’s grin got wider as Rose told him she was just finishing with her work. ”Excellent!” He exclaimed happily, settling himself into the chair nearest to Rose and stretching out his long legs to get his feet as close to the fire as possible. August watched her stack up her books, slightly in awe of how she managed to be effortlessly neat. Somehow he always managed to make a mess and he was always leaving his things lying about in the common room.
”I think it’s cute.” He told her, chuckling as the diary chirped out it’s message. ”I need to get a new one, I think my rat shredded my last one to make a nest.” August said, slipping easily into conversation. He and Rose had known each other for a long time and she was one of the people he always found was easy to talk to. ”He chewed a hole in my dress robes too.” Pookie seemed to make it his life’s mission to cause August bother.
He nodded at Rose’s comment. ”Yeah, I covered Scorpius’s prefect duties for him because he had some Quidditch meeting to go to.” August explained, sinking lower in his chair as she used her wand to magically stoke the fire. ”I got caught in a snowball fight and had a hard time breaking it up.” He wasn’t exactly a fan of cold weather, but he could see why snowball fights were fun, which was why he’d been almost reluctant to break that one up. [/font] |
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Post by rose on Feb 13, 2009 22:20:40 GMT 1
Rose nodded serenely and looked into the fire, which had begun to crackle softly. "I think there are spells to help protect your belongings from mischief-seeking teeth and claws... I'll look one up for you." she promised, twirling her hair around her finger once more. Its very colour irritated her. Not so much red as carrot-top orange and brighter in hue than a sunflower. She gave a little disaffected sigh and frowned at the fireplace. She half wanted to broach the subject with August, but she wasn't really the sort to fish for compliments-- and she wouldn't have believed him anyway. And besides, she thought, looking at him sideways, he was so happy this evening. No, no, she wouldn't bring him down with her stupid worries.
Turning her wand over in her hands, she looked about the room, not feeling at all tired yet. For several moments she watched August stretch his feet out towards the fire. They were deeply comfortable in one another's company, and the silence caused no discomfort whatsoever. Rose's mind began to stray to the letter she needed to write to her parents in response to the one she'd received over breakfast. "You don't mind if I pen a quick letter, August?" she asked, glancing at the small stack of parchments beside her books.
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