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Hogwarts Castle | 14 March 2023
"If it were truly up to me, I would opt to make Herbology an optional course from the moment we arrive at Hogwarts.”
"Aw, Lu. C'mon, Uncle Neville might've heard that. D'you wanna hurt his feelings?"
10.27.23 | jake&rose | unspecified party
jacobnott:
Jake bit his lip to keep himself from beaming. Merlin this girl just undid him; it was both thrilling and terrifying. He was almost uncomfortably warm, in spite of the coolness in the air. Her question threw him off guard–it wasn’t the angle he’d expected. He wasn’t sure what he had expected, but this was different. “I had an uncle on mum’s side that liked it. He wasn’t as in to, well, all of it. Plus, it’s not as physical as you think–between muggle gadgets and charms, the boat could probably sail itself if I wanted it to.”
Reaching for another stone, he smiled at her. “Want me to show you?” he asked before casually skipping the rock he’d found. Six, much better. He glanced down, quickly found and grabbed another well-suited stone, and offered it to her. “It’s all in the wrist,” he said quietly, attempting to demonstrate. It landed with a resounding clunk. “Here, let me help,” he said, reaching around and gently moving her arm into the correct position. “Try now.”
"My uncles taught me things like starting trouble during family functions," she grinned devilishly. "One time I unleashed a whole family of racoons in Uncle Percy's house. They could never put that one back on me." Rose was pretty great at getting out of things. She was an excellent liar and a gifted schmoozer. Her father could never resist her pouty face; most of the time she could get away with murder. Her uncle had been furious, but she didn't care. It was all in good fun.
"Sure," she bit her lip nervously. His touch made her shiver slightly. With him behind her she wasn't sure she would be able to focus on skipping the rock. She tried to mimic his form and failed miserably. The rock fell in the water with a resounding plonk that made her cringe. She was normally good at mastering things, skipping rocks shouldn't be hard. It's a matter of science. She turned towards him, suprised at how close he actually was. "Er--I'm not very good at this." Her words were double edged. She wasn't good at being around cute people or skipping rocks.
10.27.23 | jake&rose | unspecified party
jacobnott:
"Typically they are, but I am very, very resourceful,"Jake said with a smirk. Deflect and ignore, his tried and true way to avoid feeling his old aches and scars. It was pathetic, how much they dominated his life, even when he was at school. They ruined everything, every happy moment, every positive, simply by their existence. They were always on his mind, always at the forefront of his brain. What they would think, how they would react, what the consequences would be. A sick equation that came to no good.
"I’ll have to take you sometime, it’s the most magical thing in the world." He could feel himself grinning, thankful that she couldn’t see his face clearly in the darkness. He couldn’t help it; she was enchanting and interesting and he could have listened to her talk for hours. "I love the water. Sometimes I don’t think I’ll be able to last another second here, away from it." It calls to me seemed so cheesy, so trite, but somehow also so true. It did. “I never quite feel like myself when both of my feet are on the ground. It’s too solid, too real. Reality bites.”
He’d been feeling along the ground with one hand, not really focusing on what he was doing. In an act of pure muscle memory, he fingered a flat stone he’d found before flinging it out over the lake. One, two, three, four, he thought, counting the skips. “Aw, four’s pathetic,” he muttered, turning to her.
"I'd like that," Rose murmured. She pulled her legs up to her chest, unsure of why the prospect of going on a boat with this boy made her feel tingly. Someone must've slipped her a drink when she wasn't looking. It wasn't like her to trust anyone but somehow she felt like she could trust him. The stillness was killing her, so she kicked off her shoes and swung her feet into the water. It felt safer to do that then to look at him. Sailing was a muggle thing, wasn't it? How would a rich pureblood get into sailing? For some reason she was almost afraid to ask, but her curiosity got the best of her. "How'd you start sailing? It's so mechanical, so physical. I didn't think wizards would ever bother with it."
Rose picked up a rock and chucked it at the water. "Better than I can do, I can't even skip once." Her father had tried to teach her once, but she had never been known for her patience when it came to trivial things. A gentle touch was required to skip the rocks, and she was anything but gentle. Most of the time she just tried to get the biggest splash that she could. "Dad's good at it. There's a pond at the Burrow--er--my gran's house I mean. That's where he grew up."
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10.27.23 | jake&rose | unspecified party
jacobnott:
Jake’s attention was primarily devoted to not tripping–the light had long since faded and the slope leading down to the lake could be treacherous–and didn’t quite notice that she had stopped speaking. “Oh, er, thinking about chucking the silver spoon, actually. Finding something more to my taste,” he said in quick response. A little too close to the truth for his liking, even with Rose, but it wasn’t blurting out everything either.
"But I sail," he said, settling himself on the rock next to her. "Any time I can get away, I’m on the water." He fiddled with the lace of his boot absently, losing himself in memories of afternoons spent with Lilly on the boat, pretending the rest of the world didn’t exist. He never felt as at home as he did out on the water. Some people were terrified by the open ocean, by being so far from land, from everything they’d ever known. For him it was the only place he could taste freedom.
Fifty-three, no, fifty-two–he was fairly certain they’d passed midnight–days and he would be free forever.
"Chucking the silver spoon? Really? I thought those were kind of attached." Rose smiled slightly, sensing an unease in the boy beside her. It was fine with her, they all had their secrets. Some were more sensitive than others. She had her own stock of secrets, though they were mostly trivial. Nothing significant had happened in her life yet, and she had a feeling that would change soon.
"I don't think I've ever been sailing before. I've been on a boat, of course. I tend to stick to the shore and try not to get burned. Sometimes I'll venture out into the water and snorkel. I found a starfish once, when my family was in Italy." Some of her fondest memories were on the beach at Shell Cottage. Fleur always made the Cottage fun. They would hunt for the biggest pebbles and dip their toes in the cold water. The sunsets were always beautiful, and Rose could see them from the room she always stayed in.
"Some of my best times have been spent on the water. There's something so serene about it," she murmured. "The way the water laps against your toes... how you can sit in the same spot for hours and be buried by the tide then unburied."
open // december 25, 2023 [ the three broomsticks ]
"When am I allowed to take off this ridiculous hat? I’ve never understood this holiday anyway—Jesus wasn’t even born on Christmas.”
"I'm not feeling the holiday either," she murmurs. "Wanna take a shot?"
may 21st, hogsmeade
Lily fell to the ground with a loud thud, and just when she was about to let out a series of obscenities that she would never, ever dare say in front of Grandma Molly, she realized who exactly had just collided into her. Laughing instead, Lily brought herself to her feet and shook her head. “Already being clumsy and you aren’t even drunk yet.” Lily teased, bringing out the two bottles of firewhiskey she had just bought. “I managed to get us the most expensive firewhiskey the Hog’s Head sells—er, don’t ask me how. You wanna have your birthday drink now or later tonight?”
"Ooo!" Rose started bouncing up and down at the mention of alcohol. Hopefully there would be a party. "Is there going to be a surprise party? Please please let there be a surprise party with alcohol and food! And music." It was no secret that she loved birthdays. Even though 16 wasn't substantial in the Wizarding World, she still hoped they had planned something--Weasley Potter parties were known to be the best. "And please let me have gotten the heels I wanted."
10.27.23 | jake&rose | unspecified party
"We’ve been in classes together for five years, I think by now I’ve picked up on the fact that you’re smart,” Jake said, rolling his eyes. “As for the prickly, it doesn’t bother me. You’re going to have to find something else if you’re trying to scare me off,” he shrugged. He finished his drink, setting the empty cup down absently. “Do you want to get out of here? Go for a walk or something?” It was far too loud in there to have any sort of conversation. Parties were well enough, but this, this was much more fun.
Jake followed Rose through the crowd, careful to never lose sight of her. As they left the party behind him, he realized she wasn’t slowing down; she had a destination in mind. He jogged a few steps to catch up with her, content to let their conversation lapse into silence. He wanted–badly–to know her but he didn’t have any idea where to start. There were no questions at the forefront of his mind, no easy jumping off point.
She ignored the pounding in her chest that came from his compliment. It felt sincere, which she wasn't all that accustomed to. Most of the time people would compliment her out of spite. Either she was too smart for her own good or too much like her father, which was surely a double edged sword. It felt nice to accept a compliment and embrace it. Surely she was smart? That's why the sorting hat seriously considered Ravenclaw. "Yeah," she murmured. The Black Lake would surely be mostly empty.
It was one of her favorite places. Most days she could be found lounging on a rock, reading a book. Her current book was wedged (with a charm on it of course) between rocks. She grabbed his hand and guided him towards the rock. It was nice out, relatively. Scotland remained in false autumn for a little while longer, it would seem. She perched herself gently on her favorite spot and gestured for him to sit next to her. "What do you like to do, Nott? Read? Fish? Polish your sliver spoon?"
10.27.23 | jake&rose | unspecified party
jacobnott:
She wasn’t shy, he’d hand that to her. Merlin, bold girls were his undoing. “My prerogative? That’s easy,” he paused, eyes twinkling with mischief. “I like you. You’re clever and funny, not to mention gorgeous.” I think you’re the most wonderful person I’ve ever met.
He tilted his head, resuming his careful observation of her. He somehow thought that he could just watch her for the rest of his life and never get bored. Maybe it took someone else with walls as high as hers to see it, but there were so many little things she did that said so much about her. The way she stood with her shoulders squared, like she was always ready to face an attack, to defend herself. The way the left side of her mouth quirked upwards when she found something amusing but was trying not to react. They were things he had only recently picked up on, but they made her even more interesting.
It's times like these when Rose wishes she was a more accomplished Occlumens, or that she could do it without a wand. She had no way to know if he was being sincere, and that unnerved her. How was she supposed to respond to him? It wasn't like she'd never been hit on before. Of course she had, but something was different with him. She didn't know what it was about him that did it.
"You don't even know me, Nott. How do you know I'm clever or funny?" She carefully avoided the gorgeous part, that was something she didn't want to even think about. Lily was so much prettier than she was, actually most of her cousins were prettier than she was. "I'm also pricklier than a cactus." It was amazing, her knack for pushing people away. But she couldn't let this smooth talking boy get the best of her. How could she? She didn't have enough room for him in her life.
08.29.23 | open | diagon alley
"You know I can’t read in the mirror, you have to write in reverse if you want me to pay any attention."
"How about I use a permanent sticking charm on your hand? Then you can read the note all you want. Until the dead skin falls off, that is."
september 1st, 2023
hermioneordie:
"I am. And that’s why I haven’t looked into this matter personally. If I weren’t spread so thin the ministry would reserve efforts to look into re-hauling not just transportation but—" She stops herself, getting the sense Rose led her on a nonsensical tangent.
"Forget it. Come here, I need at least three hugs before you get on that outdated mode of transportation."
Rose scrunches her lose up in distaste. "Can you settle for two? I have a reputation as a Badass Bitch to uphold. I can't let Lucy and Molly think they're getting ahead of me."
open — aug. 1st 2023 [diagon alley]
weasleyhugos:
“Wait, wait… are you saying you actually support Renly becoming King?! Because that’s terrible, you have terrible judgement. It’s obvious that it has to be Stannis! You can’t just elect someone because a lot of people like him and besides, what’s the point of having a king if he’s not going to be a king?” In some ways, on the inside, Hugo found himself ridiculous for feeling so passionately about something as trivial as this, for going off on a tangent about who sits on a fictional throne and rules a fictional land with fictional people, but it was one of the few things that could bring him out of his shell so really, could it possibly be that bad? Scrunching up his nose at her touch, he couldn’t help but have his eyes dart to and fro quickly, checking for anyone who might be watching them at that moment. It wasn’t that he didn’t appreciate Rose looking out for him, but as with any typical teenage boy, having his sister wiping at his nose was… well, it was embarrassing, sort of. Pursing his lips as she talked, he didn’t even dare interject or contradict her because moments like these are when Rose most resembled their mother’s fiery attitude… and when he most resembled their father’s common sense to keep his mouth shut and let it pass.
When she finished, all he could really do was stare at her. There was some guilt at the realization, but part of why he did it was this natural instinct in him to be doubtful of the sincerity of her words - did she really think so highly of him or was this all just one massive joke? Of course he trusted her, of course the words coming out of her mouth came from a good place, but he couldn’t stop the way his mind worked even if he tried. ”Well… I dunno what I’m supposed to say after that…" He fidgeted a little on the spot, scratching at the side of his head as he was prone to do when things got too awkward for him to deal with. ”You just sort of took what I said and ran away with it, huh? … but thanks, Rosie. That was… nice."
But this, this was one of the many things that he admired about his sister, the way she wove in and out of her emotions with so much ease. One moment she was lecturing him, the next she was so casual and playful, you barely even had time to register the change. There wasn’t time to overthink things, to second guess, she said what she meant and that was that, carry on to the next subject. ”How about we do all of it? I reckon we can squeeze it all in if we really wanted to: butterbeer then ice cream then we can check out the pets again. We should get a new owl cause honestly, the one we’ve got now’s bound to off himself if we make him fly from Hogwarts to home.”
Rose grinned and pulled him along the alley. "While we walk, we can talk about who I think should really be king. It has to be Jon Snow. He's the one who wants it least and doesn't realize he deserves it the most. And he isn't dead Hugo, we know that. So he's most likely the child of Rhaegar Targaryen and Lyanna Stark. Can you imagine? Fire molded by the North. That's the perfect king. He'll be just and fair, yet hard and unyielding when he needs to be. He's the perfect king. Now, as far as Dany goes.. No one should let her sit the throne. I fully believe she has more than a touch of the madness. Stannis will not be accepted or liked by the people, and his claim is flighty at best. Plus, do you want the Red Woman running a country? She's crazy as all hell," she pulled open the door to the pub, "----and I'm pretty sure that's where she's from. I don't believe in any of the things she sees in her flames. A grey girl on a dying horse? She could've had informants."
They sat at the bar, which was her favorite place to sit. She was able to glance at the people more inconspicously that way. Her instincts were good--all finely tuned with help from her father and her uncle. She liked to make sure she was safe in any situation. With a gesture she ordered a two butterbeers and some chips. It was no secret that Rose loved to mix savory and sweet. In another life she might've been a chef. "Do you really think Stannis should sit the Iron Throne? Because if you do I'm like to disown you."
Her stomach grumbled as she dove into the fries. "Also, I want another cat. And I want a dog but I can't sneak one into Hogwarts. I think they'd kill me when they found out. I would like a bird but again, I couldn't sneak that into Hogwarts. Maybe I'll just get another cat. I don't have any use for a toad. They're pretty boring, don't you think? I'd like a fish but the cat would eat it. I'll just use your owl, if you don't mind. He is getting old. We should get a Great Horned Owl this time. They are so cool looking."
08.29.23 | open | diagon alley
weaselsking:
"You think they’d have learned by now, to not leave buying quills ‘til the last minute…"
"I thought the note I wrote in permanent marker on your forehead last week while you were napping would've helped. You're hopeless."
september 1st, 2023
hermioneordie:
"Rosie, wizards aren’t muggles, you’re right. But this isn’t about them. It’s about not standing out. This train’s a sore thumb on the countryside. The reason we mask our travel in a train at all—a muggle invention—is to easier stay hidden. Trains like this haven’t appeared on conventional muggle tracks in at least 10 years."
"Thanks for the history lesson. Shouldn't you be worried about bigger and better things? It seems like magical transportation is a bit trivial. Doesn't the Wizarding World depend on you for freeing furry creatures? I have a good one! Kneazle Rights!"
10.27.23 | jake&rose | unspecified party
jacobnott:
Jake could feel her inspection. The cool nudge of her glances rolled over his skin; it took everything in him not to shiver from the odd mix of discomfort and pleasure. He didn’t let his eyes waver from hers, maintaining eye contact while she took her measure of him.
Ah, he thought, mentally kicking himself. Her family. He should have known. It wasn’t like it was a secret, how tight-knit the family was. “Skinny dipping? Shame I missed out,” he smirked. “And I’ll have you know that I almost never know what’s best for me.”
His smiles came to easily--it made her skeptical. She wasn't ever one to beat around the bush so she decided to come out with it. "What's your prerogative, Nott? What do you want?" He was cute, she supposed. Not that she hadn't noticed it before. He was cute in a way that most people would see. Rose wasn't anything great to look at. There were plenty of gingers around her, all of which would be easier to pick up than she was.
He kept eye contact. That was a good sign. He was sure of himself--or was sure of his ability to smooth talk her. Either way he maintained a steady composure, which was impressive. Rose knew she wasn't easy to talk to.
september 1st, 2023
hermioneordie:
"You’d imagine the Ministry might update the mode of travel these days. Trains like these appear hopelessly outdated to muggles, if any of them were to catch sight of them."
"Wow, Mum! That should be your next charity case! Though being accessible to muggles really isn't a charity. And--wizards aren't muggles."
moodboard: rose weasley && jacob nott
❝---- he’s broken, but you love him anyway not because you want to fix him, but because, he’s the only one who knows you’re just as broken as him.❞
open — aug. 1st 2023 [diagon alley]
weasleyhugos:
At the sound of his sister’s voice with that all too familiar nickname that he begrudgingly indulged her to, Hugo made an audible groaning sound at the back of his throat, rolling his eyes at her and tilting his head back for added dramatic effect. He’d only ever been this way when it came to Rose, nobody else got to see him in such a comfortable space, not even their own parents which probably wasn’t all that healthy, but those were issues left to be tackled for another time. Only Rose got to call him whatever she wanted - Hu, Hugie, baby brother, anything - with the effect of a joking complain, whereas everyone else got an actual complain masked as a joke.
Most of the summer had been spent in idle revelry, with him taking time every now and then to practice Quidditch with her if there wasn’t a movie to rewatch, a series to marathon or a book to pour into. Truth was, there was always something else that he could do, except he often chose to indulge Rose if she made the effort to drag him out from underneath his covers, when she wanted to try and get him out of his shell and stop him from being so self deprecating. When they had their random sporadic talks in the middle night, reassuring the other of one’s doubts about themselves or their fears, Hugo found it easy to believe her, if only for a day before he found himself back at the start. Anyone else throwing a compliment his way was met with ‘you’re only saying that because you have to’ or ‘you’re only saying that because it’s the nice thing to say’.
But now it was impossible. The worries were impossible to appease even as he tried his best, painting on a smile for her now. ”You? Leave you with the Game of Thrones references? That’s like saying we should let Renly sit on the Iron Throne just because he’s had a crown made. You can’t just be King, Rose, you have to earn it." he retorted with ease as he looked at her, only just realizing how he was a few inches above her now. Odd. At the mention of becoming prefect, he groaned again, this time making a disgusted face. ”Don’t. Say it. I don’t want to hear it. Hearing it makes me want cry. I wrote to Uncle Nev-… Professor Longbottom. I wrote him a long letter about it and he didn’t even write back and I don’t want to be prefect, people won’t take me seriously at all!”
"You know Renly would be good for the Iron Throne because the common folk would love him. He wouldn't make the big decisions--just look pretty. Though he had absolutely no claim--this is stupid. We can debate this later." Rose laid a hand on his face, rubbing a spot of dirt from his nose gently. "Maybe Neville didn't reply because you were being a stupid arse," she replied, "he knows you'll be good at it because you're Hugo Fucking Weasley. And you're too damn hard on yourself. You're going to make an amazing Prefect. Stop being so hard on yourself. You don't deserve this criticism you give yourself. It's stupid. You're a wonderful human who inherited our father's sense of self. Which is such a shame because it took him years to realize his worth. Why don't you learn from his mistakes? Merlin, Hugie, if I had half the brains you do I would consider myself lucky. I wish you got to see what everyone else does."
She knew that if she kept up with the mantra long enough she could convince him to believe her. It was so so important to her that he realize how brilliant he was before it was too late. It would suck if he went his whole life just stuck in the same rut of self-loathing. Rose knew that if anyone in the family deserved recognition, it was her baby brother. He had such a gentle persona, something that wasn't common in the Weasley brood. If he could harness it, make it his armor instead of his weakness, he'd be even more amazing.
"But you don't have to worry about it. We have a whole month before school starts. C'mon, let's go distract ourselves. What do you say? Should we gorge ourselves on ice cream? Drown ourselves in Butterbeer? Hannah might give us extra foam if we ask nicely. Or we could go buy another pet. See if mum's head really does spin 360 degrees. That would probably be the most fun, though fun for whom would be relative."
