r. weasley

❝ I am strong, but I am tired. Tired of always having to be the strong one, of always having to do the right thing. ❞ rose weasley. xvi. hufflepuff. "the responsible one."

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[ohroseweaslcy]

run fast for your mother, run fast for your father run for your children, for your sisters and brothers leave all your love and your longing behind you can't carry it with you if you want to survive

[ohroseweaslcy]

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I’m the type of person to tell people not to smoke with a lit cigarette in my hand

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Trouble At The Cup || Dom & Rose

The excitement filling the air was nearly tangible, practically begging to be touched. Smiling faces were all around, their grins infectious. Dominique wore a wide grin of her own, excitement spilling out of her in golden rays that nearly matched her hair. She was surrounded by her family, her cousins on either side of her wearing smiles of their own. Nothing could have been more perfect. She was drinking in the moment as the match began and roars filled the crowd, shouts for both teams filling the air. One couldn’t even hear their own thoughts above the thunderous crowd.  However, the excitement and cheers didn’t last long. Confusion was echoed on the faces of every member of the crowd, including Dom’s, as the match ceased. For a moment it appeared the players had just decided to stop playing, giving up for no visible reason. It wasn’t until someone had looked up, pointing a shaking finger towards the sky, that everyone learned what had stopped the match. A metal-skeleton type mask hovered in the sky, the dark holes where eyes should be gazing down upon them ominously. Dominique felt her eyes grow wide and her mouth fell open, her heart thudding as fast as a frightened rabbit’s. Whatever this was, it was bad.

This intuition was proven right when the mask opened it’s mouth and a warning spilled out, eliciting gasps and cries from the wizards and witches around her. Dominique felt nearly sick, felt bile attempt to rise, as she listened to the message ring out across the sky. They were all in danger, every last one of them. All Dominique could do was stare horrified up at the sky, wondering what was to come next. “Mon dieu…” She murmured, fighting the urge to run into her papa’s arms like she had when she was six and frightened due to a nightmare.

[ohroseweaslcy]

Rose was truly, honestly excited for the first time that summer. There was a perceptible buzz of excitement in the summer air, and though there had been a few people getting a little overly boisterous, the grim mood that had previously settled mostly seemed to have lifted. Things were looking up. Ginny had managed to get them pretty good seats, and they had an almost unobstructed view of the pitch. Rose watched her cousins bickering and chattering amiably with a contented smile on her face, basking in her moment of relaxation.

It was Hugo who first noticed. Well, actually, he noticed that both Seekers had halted in mid-air and were staring up at the sky. And then screams split the air as Rose stared in dread at the mark hanging in the sky. An ancient, suffocating fear filled her, one she had never felt before, and yet, made her bones ache with familiarity. The Dark Mark. She looked around wildly, terrified. “Dom,” she cried, seeing her cousin frozen and staring at the sky. “Dom, we have to get out of here.”

[ohroseweaslcy]

Panic. People everywhere were pushing, shoving, running to get out of the pitch. Rose saw people stumbling and falling over, with the people around them paying no regard to what or who they were stepping on. Her heart climbed steadily into her throat as she looked frantically around, trying to catch glimpses of her family. “Hugo!” she screamed, hardly even bothering to hide her terror. “Hugo! Mum? Dad? Hugo?” But she couldn’t hear any answering calls through the pandemonium. Just then, someone bumped into her and she fell, landing with a hard thud on the floor, knocking the wind out of her. She scarcely had time to get to her feet before someone else tripped over her, falling and landing beside her.

[hessstiajones-blog]

Mad noticed the small flicker of annoyance in Rose’s eyes to not be alone. That didn’t stop the girl from sitting next to her. That didn’t bother her, she never really cared what anyone else thought. She took a deep breath in through her nose. “Fair enough. But if you’re trying to keep it a secret, you could probably find a better hiding place,” Mad gave for advice.

Mad laughed loudly and shook her head. “Alright, I get it,” she nodded slowly. She just pursed her lips and looked over at the other girl. “It’s Rose, right? Or is it… Lily? There are so many of you I can barely keep all of you straight…”

[ohroseweaslcy]

Rose exhaled, sending a puff of smoke floating into the sky. “I’ll keep that in mind for next time,” she replied politely, having no intention of heeding the girl’s advice. She winced slightly at the girl’s loud laugh. It wasn’t that she had an annoying laugh or anything; at the moment, Rose just could do without anything too loud. “It’s Albus, actually,” she said dryly. “No offense taken, by the way. I don’t know your name either.”

[lorcanscmanders-deactivated2015]

A little over an hour until the match began. Lorcan was wandering through the camping place, hands in his pockets, humming absentmindedly.  There were tents everywhere, excited witches and wizard all over the place, discussing the cup a bit too loud for Lorcan’s taste. He sniffed. Was that.. cigarette smoke he was smelling?

‘Rose?!’ In lack of better words, Lorcan quickly added .‘Sorry, Merlin. Er… I didn’t know you smoked?

[ohroseweaslcy]

Rose stammered for a few seconds, trying to think of a viable excuse for why she was currently holding a lit cigarette, but came up with none. “I - I - well, um - well - I don’t,” she replied feebly, then sighed. “Okay, I do. But you can’t tell my family, okay, Lorcan?”

[ohroseweaslcy]

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“Oh Rose, come on!” She called over her shoulder, rolling her eyes at her cousin’s constant need to be responsible. Rarely did Dominique ever tell her mum and dad where she was off to, and after a while, they stopped asking. As long as she returned unharmed and at a reasonable hour, she refrained from getting into trouble. Although on more than one occasion she had pushed them to their limits and had earned a grounding. 

Easily enough Rose fell into step next to her on her quest to explore the grounds. To see as much of everything as they could. “Rose, why do you do that? They know you’re probably off with one of the cousins.” She chided the red head by her side. However, she figured if her mum was Aunt Hermione she’d feel compelled to give the woman a detailed account of where she was off to. Dominique thought over Rose’s question for a moment, pondering what exactly she was looking for. Any type of alcohol would be nice, even pumpkin juice would be smiled upon. Maybe they would even run into some friends from Hogwarts or stumble upon something interesting. “Definitely a ramble. We’ll just see what we can find.” She grinned and continued onward.

Rose shrugged, not putting much thought into answering Dom’s question. It was one she’d asked herself countless times, but she still wasn’t getting any closer to an answer. “It’s busy here,” she replied shortly. “We should let them know if we’re going off alone.” She knew she was right as she said the words; you just had to look around to see how easily a pair of young girls could get lost in this chaos. She knew she wouldn’t want Hugo going out on his own. Besides, her mum worried.

“I don’t think there’ll be any shortage of what we find,” Rose noted, looking around. Everywhere she looked, there seemed to be something new and overwhelming. There were several booths selling everything from ‘personally signed’ Quidditch jerseys (which were going at too low a price to be anything more than clever forgeries) to animated pizza slices waving the Italian flag and shouting foreign words (which Rose assumed were Italian curses). She watched the festivities around her with a wary eye, half-afraid a saleswizard would jump out and bully her into buying something. “Where do you want to start?” she yelled to Dom over the din.

[scrmalfoy-blog]

As much as he’d heard about Rose, passing words in hallways about the Hufflepuff prefect from the Weasley family, he couldn’t quite recall talking to her. He probably hadn’t. Scorpius made a habit of avoiding as many people as possible, particularly those he couldn’t entirely gauge. Dealing with unknowns was a pain and a recipe for disaster and a guaranteed backfire. Dealing with unknowns from a family he didn’t have a decent track record with was even worse.

Arching an eyebrow, he resisted laughing at the idea that he was on a friendly basis with any member of her family. “Cross my heart and hope to die,” he drawled, quiet sarcastic edge, hand imitating the sign of the cross before his chest, finding mild amusement in the forcible look she directed toward him. “You don’t need to look so frightening,” he commented, an afterthought, regret following the words out of his mouth. “Your brother will still think you’re perfect and infallible in the morning, I promise.”

Scorpius crossed his arms uncomfortably, one hand gripping his shoulder tightly. “Look,” he started, “is it fine if I stay here? I’m not a fan of events like this. Too loud. Too much going on. I’d rather keep a distance if I can.” He looked at her and hoped he didn’t look as desperate as he felt. If he was a worse man, he could have threatened blackmail – he’d tell her brother about the cigarette if she didn’t let him stay – but it seemed pointlessly complicated and needlessly cruel for something so ultimately insignificant. “You got here first, so it only seems fair to make it your call.”

[ohroseweaslcy]

There was something about his wry words that inexplicably grated on Rose’s nerves. It wasn’t his quiet sarcasm, or how he was obviously stifling laughter. It was that word. Perfect. She didn’t think she was perfect. She knew she wasn’t. She made mistakes. She was sure Hugo knew, too. Maybe she presented herself as such sometimes, and maybe she made it easy to believe, but Rose knew she was far from perfect. But she had never been good at articulating herself, and didn’t particularly want to anyway, so she settled for just scowling at her cigarette. “I just don’t want him smoking,” she repeated lamely, not looking at him.

But when he asked if he could stay, she glanced up at him in surprise, meeting his gaze. “Well, it’s not my forest. I can’t stop you.” Too sharp. “I mean — yeah, it’s fine. Just as long as you don’t give me a headache. I’ve got my cousins for that,” she added wryly before she could stop herself. “Thanks for asking, though.” She sank into a sitting position at the base of the tree, closing her eyes and placing the cigarette back between her lips, not caring now that he saw. 

“You don’t want one, do you?” she asked suddenly after a few moments, opening her eyes and glancing at him warily. She doubted he did; he seemed about as uncomfortable with her as she did with him, but something told her it was the polite thing to ask. Even if she was loath to give him one.

[scrmalfoy-blog]

There was only so much chaos Scorpius could handle before it became overwhelming. It had been Astoria’s idea to come in the first place, something about “bonding” and “having a good time”, like that was possible when everything was covered by constant sound. After a while (which wasn’t very long at all), he needed a reprieve, a chance to breathe outside the thick air that seemed to surround the tents. Not that there were exactly many places one could go to be alone; everywhere he turned, there was someone already standing there, talking or laughing or drinking or existing in a way that felt offensive. By the time he finally ducked into the woods, there was a persistent, beating sharpness behind his eyes, a pain that left him dizzy and stumbling over his own feet. 

When he first heard a voice, it didn’t register – a twig had snapped under his step, someone had exclaimed in surprise, and Scorpius was apparently responsible. After a few quiet moments in which he figured this out, an awkward silence had already fallen, a blanket that rose an uncomfortable weight in this throat and a familiar clamminess to his palms. The red hair was easily recognizable, a telltale sign of a Weasley, but that didn’t exactly help to ease his nervousness. “Sorry,” he said, unable to completely conceal his discomfort. “I wasn’t expecting anyone else out here.” Neither was she, judging by her vaguely panicked reaction and the poorly hidden cigarette. His eyes settled on it momentarily, almost baffled that good girl Rose Weasley, of all people, was a smoker, but his sight quickly flickered away, to a tree in the distance, a bush, anything else. So much for some stress-free time alone – coming out here had been a mistake. At least in the crowds, he wasn’t obligated to answer to anyone. Scorpius cleared his throat. “So. Sneaking a cig in the woods. A habit of yours?”

[ohroseweaslcy]

Out of all the people who could have come stumbling through the woods towards her, Rose didn’t expect to see Scorpius Malfoy. In an odd way, though, she was glad of it. She didn’t know Scorpius — far from it — but she did know he was a fairly quiet person, which suited Rose just fine right now. Quiet was what she had come looking for in the first place. Besides, she figured it was highly unlikely he was going to go rat on her to her parents for smoking.

For a few seconds, she didn’t think he’d heard her, he looked so dazed, but then his gaze focused and sharpened into a distinctly uncomfortable look. “Yeah, well, I wasn’t really expecting anyone either.” Rose flicked the ashes of her cigarette away, then felt guilty for littering and reached for her wand to Vanish them. Turning her gaze back to Scorpius, who was determinedly staring at some bush in the distance, she studied his face. She didn’t think she’d seen anyone look as awkward as he did in that moment, and a part of her had a strange urge to laugh. She didn’t, though, instead shrugging and looking away.

“Not really. Just cause of all this.” Rose waved a hand in the general direction of the chatter of the crowds. “Don’t tell my brother,” she demanded suddenly, looking back at him with a forceful sort of gaze. She didn’t know if Scorpius and Hugo had ever talked, but she needed to be sure. “He’d never let me hear the end of it, and I don’t want him smoking. Rots your lungs,” she added, blowing another stream of smoke into the air and watching it drift off into the grey sky.

[hessstiajones-blog]

After already having a couple firewhiskeies as soon as she arrived, Mad needed some space to clear her head away from the rest of the rowdy teenagers. The woods seemed like the only relatively private place, but she soon saw someone else was already there. She recognized the younger girl as sone of the many Weasley’s and was surprised to see her smoking. Mad decided a cigarette sounded like a good idea eight now, so she walked over in front of the girl, trying her best to not scare her. 

Apparently she wasn’t very successful, since the redhead jumped and cupped her hand over the lit cigarette. Mad smirked and raised her eyebrows down at the hand concealing the cigarette. “That’s the best you can do? Or does your hand just always smoke.” Mad sat down next to the girl, crossing her legs. “You got another cig?”

[ohroseweaslcy]

Recovering from her initial alarm, Rose crossed her arms over her chest defensively, eyes flickering over the other girl. She recognized her from Hogwarts: if she remembered correctly, she was in the year above Rose and was on the Ravenclaw Quidditch team. Great. Another loud Quidditch fanatic to set her head pounding — and, judging by the red tint of her cheeks, one who’d already had a couple of drinks. “In my defense, I wasn’t expecting to see anyone out here.” Rose tipped her head back again, resting it on the rough bark of the tree, and blew out a thin column of smoke into the late summer air. 

When her cigarette smoke had fully dissipated and she was composed once more, Rose turned her attention to the girl who was now asking for a cigarette. “Cigarettes give you cancer,” she replied automatically, fully aware how hypocritical she was sounding. In truth, she just didn’t want to give one up: this pack was all she’d brought for the Cup, and judging by just the past day, she was going to need many more smoke breaks. Besides, she wasn’t altogether sure this girl was one she wanted to have a smoke with. She wasn’t the kind of person Rose normally associated with; she was too loud, too rash and aggressive.

[nxahgrayson-blog]

The Quidditch World Cup was just the loud accumulation of avid quidditch fans and wild wizards that was perfect for Rowan. Noise constantly filled the air and there was always someone to chat with-whether you wanted to speak to them or not. There were even quite a few witches and wizards interested in playing music, something that excited Rowan greatly. Most everyone was friendly, overly so, especially when they didn’t realize who he was. Since he’d arrived with his mother he had managed to keep his identity concealed, never answering with his surname when asked who he was. If anyone discovered who he was they would no doubt chase his mother and himself out, with fire and pitchforks.

Although great crowds of people was one of Rowan’s favorite things, there was something about the woods that called to him. He blamed it on his werewolf side, the urge to trample through the woods with no destination. There was just something irresistible about the scent of leaves littering the forest floor, of wild flowers blooming wherever they wished, the way the light filtered down through the canopy of trees. This was why Rowan found himself wandering through the nearby woods, hands in his pockets and a content smile on his face. That smile shifted into a smirk once he spotted a red head-no doubt a Weasley-smoking by a tree. Rowan made no attempt to hide his presence, though he needn’t have-he caught her off guard and scared her nevertheless. “Hiding from someone?”

[ohroseweaslcy]

The boy who had startled her wasn't familiar, and Rose relaxed a little, although she was still tense at being startled and from this stranger talking to her. She could scarcely count the number of times she'd warned Hugo not to talk to strangers — but then again, she'd also told him not to smoke. She was just glad that he couldn’t see her right now. “’Course not,” she lied, eyeing the boy with distrust. “I just wanted some peace and quiet is all.” The words came out more pointed than she'd intended, but she didn't really care. Courtesies were not a luxury she often wasted on strangers, especially ones who'd startled her wandering in the woods. 

She lifted the cigarette to her mouth again, only to find she had accidentally stubbed it out when he'd spooked her. “Drat,” she mumbled, pulling another one out of her pocket and lighting it. What a waste. She took another long drag to calm her jangling nerves, and to stave off her headache which was already starting to make a return appearance. Feeling marginally more confident, she lifted her chin at the boy, raising her eyebrows. “What about you, then? Just taking a stroll in the woods for fun?”

[hellapvnk-blog]

A soft laugh slipped through her lips at her cousin’s unsurprising reaction. Admittedly it was probably daft to wear sunglasses when there was no sun to shield her eyes from. The only reason she had them on was because they were her favorite, that and she had bought them just for this occasion. “They look amazing, don’t they? Who needs practicality.” She replied, shrugging as if to rid any doubts concerning her glasses. “Non. When do I ever tell them where I’m going? Where’s the fun in that?” Dom chuckled and began heading into the massive crowd that was the makeshift village for the World Cup.

[ohroseweaslcy]

Rose hovered in indecision, glancing at her cousin’s retreating back and then back at where the Weasley tents were pitched. Habit urged her to let their parents know they were headed into the ‘village’, but a small part of her wanted to just say fuck it and go off gallivanting with Dom. But there was a reason she wasn’t a revolutionary. And besides, Rose didn’t swear.

“I’ll just write a quick note for them, then,” she called after Dom before quickly scribbling a note to her parents explaining where they’d gone. Look at you, she thought to herself wryly. Can’t even go off with your cousin without keeping dear old Mum and Dad updated. Rose shook her head, giving a small, mirthless laugh, and set off after Dom. With her long legs, she caught up quickly, falling into step with her cousin. “So are we exploring for anything in particular, then? Or is this more like a ramble?”

[ohroseweaslcy]

Merlin, but it was loud. Rose’s father had told her about the Quidditch World Cup he’d been to — many times, in fact — but he’d never mentioned the sheer cacophony that came from thousands of wizards from all over the world packed into one camping ground. Quite frankly, it was giving Rose a headache. (Which, to be fair, most things did.) They had Apparated to the campground at the crack of dawn, and Rose hadn’t sat down since, what with fetching water, watching the younger ones, exploring with her cousins, and just all around being worked like a pack mule. 

Finally, Rose had managed to sneak away to a semi-quiet place in the woods for a bit of piece and quiet. She fumbled in her bag for the pack of cigarettes she’d managed to hide from her mother, checking furtively to make sure nobody was watching. Placing one between her lips and lighting it, she took a long drag, tipping her head back and closing her eyes. She was so lost in her thoughts that she didn’t hear footsteps approaching until a twig nearby snapped, and her eyes flew open as she tried (rather unsuccessfully) to conceal the cigarette in her hands. “Merlin, you scared me.”

[hellapvnk-blog]

“I happen to think these sunglasses look amazing, thank you.” Dominique retorted with a playful smirk turning her mouth upwards. It was just like her to let a witty comment, or insult, roll off her back without much thought. “Now are you going to continue to insult my glasses or are we going to explore?” She questioned, quirking a brow in question.

[ohroseweaslcy]

“Not insulting, Dom, just questioning the practicality of wearing sunglasses when it’s completely overcast,” Rose responded, mildly amused. “But fine, let’s go ‘explore’ if you want. Did you tell your parents where you’re going?”

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❝ I am strong, but I am tired. Tired of always having to be the strong one, of always having to do the right thing. ❞