Post by rose nymphadora weasley on Jan 1, 2010 5:59:20 GMT -3
* YOU LIFT MY FEET OF THE GROUND, SPIN ME AROUND ,
you make me crazier, crazier
( FEELS LIKE I'M FALLING AND I, I'M LOST IN YOUR EYES )
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IT WAS COLD, WET, AND windy, and little Rose Weasley felt thoroughly miserable as she walked through the throng of students in the doorway of the Three Broomsticks. Outside, it was snowing, and normally, Rose would have been ecstatic about the snow - she loved playing in snow, no matter how childish it may have made her seem. On this particular day, though, the snow had made her mood darken with each fallen snowflake. She had woken up and looked out the window to discover that the Hogwarts grounds were covered in a glistening blanket of white snow, the sunlight reflecting diamonds of the frozen surface, and she'd been instantly happy. To add to that happiness, it was the first Hogsmeade trip after the winter holidays.
She'd gotten dressed quickly and rushed toward the little village, where she and a few friends had proceeded to disrupt the calm beauty of the freshly fallen snow with a snowball fight. It had turned rambunctious and Rose had been thoroughly enjoying herself, but after a few sneezes, every party involved - namely, the people with whom she'd been having the fight - decided that the small Ravenclaw had probably caught a cold, and that she should go inside somewhere and have a warm drink. Actually, they'd insisted that she go back up to the castle and get some rest, but Rose wasn't about the cut this Hogsmeade Weekend short. The next one was, what - two months away?! Sure, there were illegal ways to get into the village, but with Rose's luck she would probably have gotten caught, and so the whole idea seemed a moot point.
Rose turned in the doorway of the Three Broomsticks, still standing outside, and watched the snow fall for a moment as she took off her knit hat in preparation to go inside. The snow was still falling heavily, but if she had to admit, it was quite cold. She crossed her arms over her chest to try to stay warm, but another sneeze followed and she turned on her heel, stepping into the pub and the warmth it offered as her red curls bounced behind her, snow flakes falling and resting in them. Her breath misted in front of her, but as soon as she stepped inside, the warmth flooded her and the crowd of bodies in the crowded room made her feel slightly claustrophobic.
Quietly, Rose slipped through the storm of bodies crowding the pub, making her way to one side of the cavernous room and looking around for a friendly face, or at least one she recognized. Seeing as most of her friends were outside enjoying themselves in finishing the snowball fight that Rose should have been taking part it, she didn't see any of them in here. Plus, there were absolutely no empty tables. Hogwarts students were everywhere, looking to escape the cold, and she considered just leaving and heading back to the castle to wallow in self-pity.
But then, out of the corner of her eye, she caught sight of an empty booth hidden away in a corner. She made her way through the crowd and slid into the empty booth, looking up as a waiter came by. "One butterbeer, p-p-pleas-achoo!" she sneezed, as the waiter walked away with her order. Rose leaned forward and rested her head on the table, looking out the foggy window where the snow-covered street was just a blur of white and neutral colors. The snow always brought out a childlike urge in her, and at that moment she wanted nothing more than to go out and play in it. "I wanna play in the snow," she said a bit churlishly, mostly to herself considering no one else was there, and she pouted slightly as she stared out the fogged up window, not caring for once at that particular moment exactly how much like a little kid she sounded. She was just a bit upset that her glorious snowy morning was quickly turning into just another dreary cold winter day.
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