Post by Rosie Weasley on Jan 7, 2009 21:18:31 GMT -5
"Don't look too disappointed about me being your date. I think Victoire just wanted you to come out of your shell a bit. Maybe she was hoping I'd show you the crazy side of life and you'd like it?"
So it seemed as if Remus-James had figured out Rosie's truest thoughts. At least the boy was doing his best to try and make Rose feel less uncomfortable, although the part about her having a shell infuriated her to no end.
"So you think I live in a shell, do you?" she asked, attempting to hide a note of irritation from her tone. "Well, then, Mr. Black, perhaps you need to be a little less outgoing. We cannot all keep up with you, you know."
Hugo and most of her cousins were always accusing her of being holed up in her own little corner of the world. She had been teased from the tender age of four that books and logic would never actually get her anywhere in life. Anyone who referred to her humble lifestyle would just get an earful of her frustration. Mr. Remus-James Black may not have realized that, but that was not going to stop Rosie from showing him.
"...you look quite stunning yourself, Rosie. We're here as friends, of course! but it wouldn't hurt if we danced a little would it?"
It would hurt indeed, Rosie thought. It would hurt Evie.
"No, I suppose not. But only for a few minutes," Rose remarked. It seemed to her that the sooner she thought of a way to get Evie closer to Remus-James, the better for her night. After whatever plan she would come up with hopefully succeeded, perhaps she could steal away to the library and spend the rest of the night figuring out how to help the house-elves or learning a new spell. After all, the bet had ended a few hours ago, and Rosie could now return to the place she affectionately called her second home.
"Shall we, then?" the red-headed bookworm asked, extending an arm. She was not looking forward to their dance in the slightest, but who knew? Perhaps she could subtly twirl Remus-James until he fell straight into Evie's arms. Where the two lovebirds took the night next was up to them.
So it seemed as if Remus-James had figured out Rosie's truest thoughts. At least the boy was doing his best to try and make Rose feel less uncomfortable, although the part about her having a shell infuriated her to no end.
"So you think I live in a shell, do you?" she asked, attempting to hide a note of irritation from her tone. "Well, then, Mr. Black, perhaps you need to be a little less outgoing. We cannot all keep up with you, you know."
Hugo and most of her cousins were always accusing her of being holed up in her own little corner of the world. She had been teased from the tender age of four that books and logic would never actually get her anywhere in life. Anyone who referred to her humble lifestyle would just get an earful of her frustration. Mr. Remus-James Black may not have realized that, but that was not going to stop Rosie from showing him.
"...you look quite stunning yourself, Rosie. We're here as friends, of course! but it wouldn't hurt if we danced a little would it?"
It would hurt indeed, Rosie thought. It would hurt Evie.
"No, I suppose not. But only for a few minutes," Rose remarked. It seemed to her that the sooner she thought of a way to get Evie closer to Remus-James, the better for her night. After whatever plan she would come up with hopefully succeeded, perhaps she could steal away to the library and spend the rest of the night figuring out how to help the house-elves or learning a new spell. After all, the bet had ended a few hours ago, and Rosie could now return to the place she affectionately called her second home.
"Shall we, then?" the red-headed bookworm asked, extending an arm. She was not looking forward to their dance in the slightest, but who knew? Perhaps she could subtly twirl Remus-James until he fell straight into Evie's arms. Where the two lovebirds took the night next was up to them.