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after a fall such as this, i shall think nothing of tumbling downstairs! _____ rosalie muldrow. 16. ravenclaw. you are now watching the thrown.

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Like, do you have a tampon?!

Like, uh, oh my god! Totally, like yeah!

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chaos is what killed the dinosaurs, darling | open

Cha - os |ˈkāˌäs|,n.complete disorder and confusion.

disorder, disarray, or disorganisation. Pandemonium, mayhem, bedlam. That was Rosalie's favorite, bedlam. Bob Dylan sang, 'chaos is a friend of mine', and Belle & Sebastian sang 'colour my life with the chaos of trouble'.

And her favourite thing to cause was chaos. And thecauseof all her thinking waschaos.And you know, she hadn't actually caused some in a while, and there's also no time like the present.

She had contemplated setting off bombs, and she contemplated setting something on fire, but that didn't seem to have the sort ofje ne sais quoi, that she wanted. She didn't exactly want people to bescared,but she wanted to cause a fuss.

And she supposed, that nothing caused a fuss quite like words could. Andthatwas when the idea hit her. Whatcouldn'tshe do with words? Starting big, she decided to grab her broom out of the closet, at the particularly happy time of three thirty three in the morning. Putting a silencing charm on herself, and flying her broom through the empty corridors, she finally hit the Quidditch pitch. Taking her wand out, she produced a long stream of paint, and flew in zig zags and loops until she had successfully written 'Always Watching'across the green

She avoided the Caretaker with quick spells, easy enough considering he was a squib. Rosalie continued this through the halls. Over portraits who yelled in their frames, and on the floors of classrooms she broke in to, and on the big double doors that opened to the Great Hall.

And after she had gotten there, it was exactly five forty nine by her watch, and after stashing her broom back in its closet, she sat on the steps outside, thinking she could pass for an early rising student at this time. Admiring her handiwork, she inclined her head to the side. 'Always Watching'. And maybe it wasn't true of her, she didn't care enough about everyone to always watch, but it was true about someone. Big Brother, or Owl Eyes from the Great Gatsby. Somebody was always watching.

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38/50 favourite Pictures of Daisy Lowe.

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cop lights, flashlights, spotlights, strobe lights, streetlights, all of the lights | landon

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“Ah, Albert,” he said. “Same guy who formulated energy, by mass and the speed of light. Genius. You’re right, I should take notes. Smart man that Albert.” Pretty was probably an understatement, Landon noted as he looked at her briefly examining the contours of her face - his eyes travelling down from her eyes to her lips. He could’ve nodded, and told her that in fact he thought that she was pretty. Instead, he scrunched up his nose and shook his head. “You’re alright,” shrugging nonchalantly thereafter as he continued to walk right beside her. 

Landon turned around a corner, heading the dungeons when he winced a little. Stupid headache, go away, he cursed. Other than that rather unexpected gesture (i.e. the kiss), Landon figured that Rosalie wasn’t all that bad. Good company. Totally sane (well, that was questionable but what is sane? What is insane?). And by sane, Landon supposed that she was not at all psychotic. Completely harmless, obviously. 

Although, he would probably need to keep a certain distance separated from between them. Just to be cautious.

“And not that I am denying the existence of that place, but if that place does exist, pray tell, why would I lead to it?” he asked, scratching the back of his head with his free hand while the other carried her suitcase. “Fingernail painting, fuzzy furniture, and pink walls. A true gentlemen’s club and as such, only gentlemen are allowed.”

“And it’s Landon English,” he quickly added. “Sixth year, Gryffindor.” Just as she had done earlier, he pointed at the golden and scarlet crest he dawned on the left side of his chest. “So, looking for your snake will probably take sometime, might as well get to know each other.” He turned to her with a cheeky grin. “So, Rosalie? Just Rosalie? I like that name, though. Where are you from?”

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Rosalie whistled low, raising her eyebrows. "Bad kisser, and a bad liar." Boys had been looking at her, her entire life. She knew the difference between yes and no. That wasn't to say she was good at observing people, though, because that was so far from the truth that it was laughable. The only time Rosalie knew what people were doing was when it was in comparison to her. She was as unperceptive as a blank wall.

Rosalie did frown at his little outburst of pain, though. "I can fix that," she said, and sensing he was about to back away from her, she rolled her eyes. "I've got a spell," she finished, cutting off anything that he was about to say. "Though my mother prefers her medicinal cocktails, to fix headaches, she did teach me a quick fix before forgoing everything magic." Gripping her wand at her side, she pulled it up and tapped it to her temple once. "If you trust me," she shrugged.

"Well, for one," Rosalie said, smile on her lips, "now that I know the walls are pink, you can't be good at matching. Unlike The Little Mermaid may suggest, pink goes horribly with red hair. So I assume you would want some color scheme tips. And I'm awfully good with a mascara wand."

"Sixth year, me too," she noted, with a nod of her head. Rosalie crossed her arms over her chest, eying Landon almost skeptically when he grinned at her. "Okay," she said, very not used to people wanting to get to know her. "Muldrow. Rosalie Muldrow," she said, head inclined. "I take my martinis shaken, not stirred," she added after. "I'm from New York. The Upper East Side, specifically, but I used to go to an all girls boarding school in Madrid. They kicked me out. I set fire to the fifth year commons." She made an 'o' shape with her mouth, and then raised her hand to it, a very theatrical display of 'oops'.

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junk - rosalie

If it wasn’t so clichéd, Anna would describe Rosalie as a mystery, wrapped in an enigma, wrapped in a bitch. They had already searched the Ravenclaw tower for the lost snake, and at this point she wasn’t sure it wanted to be found, but it had given them time to talk. Anna prided herself on not being easily impressed, which was probably frustrating for the new girl. Not because of her stories of New York and a life of luxury, but because of her wit, and the way she memorised countless old verses that meant absolutely nothing to Anna. If Rosalie wanted to be placed on a pedestal, she wasn’t having any of it.

“So, what do you do when you’re not looking for a snake or burrowed in poetry?” They hadn’t been saying much as they walked, tiptoeing down the corridors they maybe weren’t supposed to be exploring. Anna was kicking a small stone she’d found earlier down the hallway, zigzagging around and in front of Rosalie to keep track of its path. “I mean, you’re keeping to yourself mostly, aren’t you? Is it because you actually hate everyone, or…” She left it open, genuinely wanting an answer, which was weird in itself. She mused there was a first for everything.

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Rosalie was a natural-born story teller. And to be honest, she didn't even need a pair of ears to tell them to. It didn't matter who she was telling them to, or even if they were reacting, but she would spin her tales nonetheless, and that's what she'd been doing all morning. And all afternoon. She'd gone through her youth, going in to excruciating detail about how she had been practically orphaned and shipped to a boarding school at age eleven. Maybe telling a complete almost-stranger those details could have been awkward. But it wasn't for Rosalie. Maybe it was for Anna, but Rosalie couldn't really find herself to care.

When Anna spoke, finally, after a long bout of silence as they crept down a dimly lit corridor, which could probably end only in disaster, Rosalie couldn't help but feel the need to defend herself. "Poetry is nearer to vital truth than history," she said, arms across her chest. "Plato said that. I agree." And her favourite quote on the matter, though one she would not admit aloud, Poetry heals the wounds inflicted by reason.

Another question left Anna's lips, and this time Rosalie started, genuinely shocked. "I'm not keeping to myself," she said, an eyebrow raised. "I mean, I kissed the first person that I saw, and I'd hardly refer to that as keeping anything to myself. As you might have already noticed, I'm not good at that. And," she said, darting in front of Anna, to pick up the stone she'd been kicking, "I don't hate everybody, either. In fact, I'm quite fond of people. I mean, not as a whole, but individually." She dropped the rock down her shirt, shaking her torso until it sat in her cleavage. "Now, I think we should go down there," she said, pointing. "Even though, the words DO NOT ENTER, are painted quite an aggressive tone."

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we're cabbages and kings | scorpius & rosalie

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Malfoy almost smirked at the girl’s suggestion that he didn’t have a heart. Sometimes he felt like he didn’t, because he had already given his away to a lost cause. As for the debating, it held his interest which was a start. Not everyone could hold his interest when first meeting him. Usually they annoyed him, though there was one or possibly two students he was in the process of changing his mind on.

His eyes fell upon her hand as she offered it, but he did not take it. A casual handshake was too informal for him, but a kiss upon the knuckles would be considered flirting which was not a good idea while he was …dating? …promised to Hazel Robins. “The name is Malfoy,” he replied, hands behind his back. “Scorpius Malfoy, of the Malfoy Estate. Though as a newcomer here I do not expect for you to have heard that name.” Or the reputation that went along with it. “I had just been thinking that you must be new here. Your face is not one that I recognise.”

“On the issue of snakes,” he continued, “I must object to the suggestion that your snake should be allowed in the library on the basis that the grounds of Hogwarts are extensive and are only so for the purpose of giving a snake space to roam. That argument is poorly constructed and illogical. Perhaps instead you ought to be questioning whether having a snake in the library would negatively affect the students or the environment. I believe you would have a stronger argument there, because a snake, unlike, say, a rat, would not be inclined to chew through library books, and unlike a dog it would not run around knocking things over. One could argue that a snake would scare a few first-years, but I hardly consider that a drawback.” Then he offered her a small smirk, as close to a smile as she was going to get as he waited to see how she would respond to that long-winded reply.

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Rosalie raised her eyebrows at the boy- at Scorpius. What an entirely unfortunate name. Scorpius. And there wasn't much you could do with it either. It was just stuck as it was, ugly and astrological. She left her hand out, even after he had apparently refused to touch her. "In case you never got the memo, girl germs don't exist. There's nothing wrong with my hand, Malfoy, Scorpius Malfoy of the Malfoy Estate." Rosalie returned her hand to her snake, moving him along and back up to her shoulders.

"You should have told me we were supposed to introduce ourselves like James Bond. In that case I'm Muldrow, Rosalie Muldrow, of the Upper East Side." Sizing this Malfoy Boy up again, she saluted, sarcastically. "Am I supposed to give my rank, too?"

"A mind all logic is like a knife all blade. It makes the hand bleed that uses it," she quoted in retort. "I didn't say that the only reason the grounds were so extensive, was so my snake could use them to roam, I said that the grounds were huge, therefore my snake should use them to slither, or it would be a wasted opportunity. And yes, as you said, my snake isn't harming anybody. Also, I don't understand why you're giving me that look, because from what you said, we're playing on the same team." She took a while to consider herself, and put her hands on her hips. "Is that smirk because you believe yourself better than I? Because you aren't. And haven't you heard you catch more flies with sugar than vinegar? And your demeanor just screams vinegar to me."

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If I have to look at one more entirely dull book on the uses of Boomslang Skin in modern society, I'm going to sprout wings, become a ptertodactyl, and fly in to the sun.

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75.

Baby Love- Diana Ross & The Supremes

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You're beautiful, but you're mean.

Like Diana Ross.

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we're cabbages and kings | scorpius & rosalie

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Scorpius Malfoy had been so caught up in his own thoughts that when the unfamiliar pretty brunette with a snake on her shoulders crossed his path he was jolted both from his train of thought and from the brisk pace he had been walking at. His first thought was ‘who is she?’ because he didn’t recognise her face yet she seemed close to his age. Then it seemed more reasonable to wonder ‘Why does she have a snake?’. Snakes weren’t exactly standard-issue pets. He had an owl, for convenience reasons. A few students owned cats, and he was sure he’d seen a toad or a rat around, but never a snake. Were they even allowed?

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“Well, given that pets are generally not permitted in the library, no matter the species, one can hardly expect to be made an exception to the rule simply because one has an unorthodox pet.” The girl had asked for a discussion and, well, he’d given her a sentence. He could have walked away in his usual aloof manner, but the fact that she had a snake had caught his attention. And her uniform was that of Ravenclaw which told him that she was at least not a Gryffindor. He generally avoided being seen talking to any of them, despite Grayson Wood’s attempts to chat.

Just looking at the girl, he couldn’t tell much else about her. Confident, yes, but half the girls at Hogwarts were. The best thing he had to go by was the accent. There were a range of accents around Hogwarts, mostly from within the UK, but this one didn’t fit at all. That, coupled with the fact that the face didn’t look at all familiar (and he was pretty sure, being a hormonal teenager, that he would have at least noticed a pretty girl like her before now, had she been around), suggested that she hadn’t even been at Hogwarts until recently.

Rosalie scowled, stroking at King, who was now coiling himself around her arm. "I didn't ask," she said, speaking slowly, "what the rules were. I know what the rules are. I asked if the rules were fair. And I remain unconvinced that they are. What's use of this huge ground if not for a snake to slither around? Surely you have a heart," looking up at the blonde boy, Rosalie inclined her head to the side, considering what she had just said. "Well, perhaps you don't, not every one does." She herself, hadn't actually figured out whether or not she had one. And if she didn't, she wasn't sure whether that's what she would ask the Wizard for, or not.

"You have a snake on your robe," Rosalie said, extending her finger to point it out. "You should have more sympathy. Snakes are honestly very misunderstood creatures. Their lives are slithering and eating, and they do what they can to continue slithering and eating. They just exist, they can't be blamed for that. Humans on the other hand, that's a different story all together. But, I don't feel like going in to that right now. So I won't." That was a whole different card game. A card game she didn't particularly know the rules to.

"I'm Rosalie," she said, sticking her hand out. That's what they did in Britain, apparently, they shook hands. "I just moved here from New York. My last school was in Madrid. That's my story." She thought to get it out of the way early. That way he wouldn't have to ask.

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You're fucking hot.

I know.

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ooc:　

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megan and nathaniel

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cop lights, flashlights, spotlights, strobe lights, streetlights, all of the lights | landon

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Brows furrowed, he looked at the girl for a moment as she blabbered on about gingers having soul. He took a few seconds to try and at least let her oddity sink in. Gathering from what she’s said, Landon figured that she probably wasn’t from here anyway. She was a new student, hence the reason why he didn’t recognize her at all. (Landon liked being familiar with people’s face, at least, if he didn’t really know their name in the first place)

But just as he about to reply to her and ask her where she was from, she began moving closer to him. He took a step back. Lipstick? He didn’t know…. he didn’t care too much for it, really. He supposed they were… red. And - then, her lips were on his. He let out a cough, clearing his throat as she pulled away. “Um…well,” he began, trailing off as he tried to figuring his words. “Okay. That was unexpected.” And by unexpected, he also meant not needed at all but he kept that comment to himself.

Instead, he ignored it all together and continued on with the actual reason why they were even talking in the first place. This was about her snake. “Don’t snakes have a fascination with the dark and the cold or something?” he said, shrugging. “It’s a suggestion and it seems like you haven’t tried there yet, so, I figured why not. It’s worth a shot, anyway.” 

“And my name’s Landon,” he said, taking the suitcase she handed towards him. His head was still throbbing in pain despite her thinking that that peck on his lips did any good at all. But he knew it would be rude to refuse so, he just let it be. The sooner he’s helped her with her suitcase, the quicker it’d be over with and the sooner it’d be till he sees the school matron to get his head ache checked out. 

“Are you sure you know where to go?” he asked, walking quickly just behind her as he tried to catch up. “Obviously, you’re new and obviously, not from here anyway. I doubt you’d know the way to the Ravenclaw common room… Is your snake really lost or were you just looking for someone to carry your things for you?” He chuckled. “Good tactic, if it is in fact the latter.”

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Rosalie shrugged, letting out a breath. "Any man who can drive safely while kissing a pretty girl is simply not giving the kiss the attention it deserves. Einstein said that. I think you should pay attention." She tilted her head to the side, surveying his face again. "Unless, of course, you don't think I'm pretty, which I understand. Each to their own. Or unless you don't think I'm a good kisser, which is ridiculous. I'm an excellent kisser. You're not. Do you do that often? Maybe not often enough."

"Well, yes," she allowed, with a small incline of her head. "But I don't know what your dungeons look like. For all I know, they could have been pink and fuzzy, with a nice fire where boys like you sit around and tell each other stories and paint each others fingernails." That could have been the reality. It very well could have! Nothing's impossible. "Landon, just Landon?" Rosalie asked. "Did you decide to take the path of many before you like Madonna and Cher? But, whatever the case be, I like that name. Landon. Landon." It felt nice to say on her tongue, and it sounded nice in her head, too. She had never met anybody named Landon before, which was a thing Rosalie never really got to say. She'd met a lot of people, with a lot of different names, but never a Landon. Rosalie was busy walking with confidence, and conviction, to worry about silly little trivialities like where she was going. She took in the huge castle around her, not afraid to admit that it was breathtaking. She overheard two portraits discussing Shakespeare, and the sexuality of. That was a conversation she would enjoy partaking in. Rosalie noted Landon walking up behind her, and she slowed her pace. He was carrying her bags for her. "I don't know where to go at all," Rosalie admitted, smiling. "But I do suppose now is not exactly the time for exploring. And I have lost my snake, I'll have you know. If I hadn't have, I would have introduced you to him."