a lionhearted girl

Rose | 17 | Weasley | lion

[rosenymphadora]

we were lost before she started | the flowers

[rosenymphadora]

little–potter:

Lily smiles at the bartender, not putt off in the slightest by Rose’s little barb. She shrugs, turning back to her cousin. “Nope.” She says, popping the ‘p’ in an attempt to further irritate Rose- Lily’s never claimed to be compassionate. “I don’t think it matters much either, but whatever.”

Taking the other shot, Lily watches the flames for a bit before putting them out, after Rose has already downed her’s. She throws it back, and the taste is awful and it burns all the way down her throat. She loves it. But she won’t order another one for herself, she’ll just stay on par with Rose, she supposes. Shr hadn’t been planning on getting very drunk but its hardly relevant now. She crosses her legs, brushes some of her hair over a shoulder and shrugs again. “Surely you coukd have asked Hugo- or are you avoiding him again? Hard to keep up with your interpersonal relationships, you know. Gives me whiplash.”

Lily had both been expecting Rose’s next question, and hoping she hadn’t asked at all. “Yeah, I’ve been. S'good. Whatever.” Clipped answers because she doesn’t wantto say anything more than that. She doesn’t want to actively deny what’s obvious to Rose about Teddy, but it isn’t something she wants to talk about in depth either. She figures it’s karma for butting into Rose’s own relationships so many times.

Rose sighs heavily, tired of everyone beating around the metaphorical bush. Teddy and Lily are fucking and there’s no use in denying it, but she won’t push it. Not today. Today’s the day for getting plastered and ignoring all conversations that don’t have something to do with alcohol. 

“Hugo is the one who avoids me, not the other way around. I’m a disappointment as a sister and he’s a fucking wonderboy, isn’t he?” There it was, again. The constant reminder that her brother will be better than her for the rest of their lives and there’s nothing she can do about it. “Anyways, I’m not living with them anymore so I haven’t been seeing them as much. Katie and I have been busy, obviously. With training and all. So, you know--haven’t been able to have family game nights or any of that.”

She fiddles with the cocktail napkin in front of her, trying to ignore the sense that she’s unraveling from the inside out. It feels as if she’s been keeping her life bottled up for years and now there’s no more room, and it’s pressurized, and someone put her in a very hot chamber with no warning. How is she supposed to come out on top if she can’t even breathe properly anymore? “I reckon it’s nice to have someone who worships the ground you walk on.” 

[rosenymphadora]

regandaniels:

I know, and I’m glad for that.

You have all the Weasleys, we all love you. Just branch out from there, you know?

[rosenymphadora]

regandaniels:

I’m terrible at making friends.

Well, you have me.

[jakezabini]

point me • jake&rose

[rosenymphadora]

jakezabini:

Jake whirled on Rose, blocking the narrow path they’d been on for the past few minutes. “Yeah, I do have to call you Weasley. Because right now it’s the only thing keeping me from yelling at you as your fiancé instead of your CO. And I’m pretty sure you’d prefer that I stick to the latter.” He turned back around, taking off down the path in a manner that could only be described as “storming,” doing his best to ignore Rose’s angry rantings. Which lasted all of about ninety seconds.

“No,” Jake said forcefully, whipping around to face her. “You do not get to turn this around on me. You are one who wandered off, ignoring both our entire training exercise and a direct order from another trainee. You are the reason we are lost in the first place. You, Rose Nymphadora Weasley, are at fault here. Not. Me.” Jake finished, walking another ten feet or so. Sure, he should have checked the batteries himself. But there was no reason to have needed a backup to a device that they weren’t supposed to be using in the first place, that was designated for emergencies where a trainee and their CO got separated from the group.

Because apparently, if you’re Rose Weasley, having a cigarette in the middle of an exercise constitutes an emergency. Jake stopped again. “And another thing.” Oh no, this was not going to be good. He could feel every single little annoyance that had built up over the past few weeks bubbling up inside of him, threatening to burst out. “I am so fucking tired of your entitled, hypocritical, self-righteousness.” Yep, there he went. “You go on and on about how you want to be recognized for your own merit, not for your parents. Which yeah, I get it, parental legacies stuck. Good for you to make it on your own. Except you don’t. Because you seem pretty keen to use and abuse any special treatment you might be afforded. If you were any other trainee, you’d have been put on probation weeks ago for your attitude and blatant disrespect for rules, other trainees, commanding officers—hell, basically the entire training program. But you weren’t, because no one wanted to be the one to break it to Ron Weasley that his daughter wasn’t perfect, and was, in fact, a gigantic pain in all of our asses.”

 “You think you’re above it all, that you’re so much better than everyone else. And Rose, hate to break it to you, but you’re not. You’re just not.” Jake paused, out of breath. “And I will personally be having a chat about your many shortcomings with your uncle the minute we get back to London.” This time, when Jake continued walking, he didn’t look back. There was nothing left to say—it was all out in the open now. Now all that was left was for Rose to respond.

Rose felt like he had stuck a hot poker between her ribs. They had always fought dirty--that was who they were; but him laying out all of her insecurities and scrutinizing them each in turn was the worst it had ever been. For the first time in her life she felt like giving everything up and just saying “fuck it, let’s see what happens” which was entirely uncharacteristic of her. She wondered distantly if this was going to become a pattern; if they would fight and fuck and makeup forever. That scared her, that was the pattern her parents had laid out years before she was born.

There was so much she wanted to say, she just couldn’t find the words to do so. It was like being verbally constipated. Pulling her wand on him crossed her mind multiple times before she shoved it angrily in her pocket, her father’s “you’ll charm your ass off” ringing dully in her ears. Suddenly, she felt like she was going to explode if she held in her words a minute longer. “You think I don’t know that I’m not special?” She wished she had something to throw at him. “Do you honestly think that I don’t know I wasted years of my life trying to prove something that is ultimately false? I just act like I’m better than everyone else! I’m not a fucking idiot. You treat me like a child but I’m not.”

“I may have a problem with attitude but at least I don’t have a problem with being mean. You want to be honest with me? Fine. You don’t think I’m honest with myself? I fucking wasted my life, WASTED it on school to pull through and hate myself. NO MATTER HOW MUCH YOU HATE ME I’LL ALWAYS HATE MYSELF MORE!” She couldn’t stand looking at him, she couldn’t stand being near him. The idea of marrying him, when he acted like this, made her want to vomit. She took the chain from around her neck and threw it at him. “Take this. I don’t want it if you’re going to act like this.” 

“And I hope the fuck that you do talk to Harry. Talk to him about how you fucked his niece right under his nose. Get yourself kicked out of the department. If you go to him about me he’ll know. Harry always knows. I’m done with you. God, I’m so fucking tired of this.” 

[jakezabini]

point me • jake&rose

[rosenymphadora]

jakezabini:

Like most nightmares, this one started with a fairly innocuous realization. The GPS would not turn on. While not ideal in the best of times, this was far from the best of times. They were in the middle of absolute nowhere, out on field training, first off. Second, there was a 10 mile radius anti-apparition jinx. To top it all off, they had gotten separated from the group when someone had decided that she absolutely could not fucking wait for a cigarette. If she’d been any of his other trainees, he’d be pissed. Since it was Rose who a) should know better, b) had a personal interest in not actively making his job harder, he was seeing red. 

Not the red she’d be seeing when she found out what the problem was. “Weasley?” He said, fighting to keep his voice neutral. Remain in CO-mode, don’t allow this to become personal at any cost, do not confront her as to why she’s been avoiding you. And, above all, don’t ask her why she’s staying with Katie. “The GPS seems to be malfunctioning.” Yes, vague was the way to go. Not ‘my piece of shit partner told me the batteries were new and they are obviously not because the damn thing won’t turn on.’ Not ‘you got us lost and now we can’t get un-lost because the back-up device isn’t working.’ And certainly not ‘so now that it’s just me, you, and the trees, what the fuck is up with you?’

He’d just thought they were over this. He’d thought that after all this time–almost two years, after all–that they might finally have a chance at being happy. Without all the complications and the fighting and the stress and- He should have known better. They didn’t feel any closer to telling anyone, she was as volatile as ever, and Jake? Jake didn’t know how he felt. “Anyways, looks like we’re back to basics,” he sighed, opening his hand, palm facing the sky. “Point me.”

He could use a little direction right about now.

Her hands had started shaking and she knew that she needed another cigarette, but she wouldn’t give him the satisfaction. Honestly, she didn’t know what to say. Of course she was furious, but she was afraid if they started fighting she would say something that she would end up regretting down the line. They had come far enough for her to know when to shut up. Now was one of those times. 

She absolutely hated when he called her Weasley. The name ground on her nerves worse than anything else he said. They would have to trek incredibly far to get out of the hell he had gotten them in to--and she wasn’t sure she would be able to stay silent for much longer. That wasn’t something she had ever been good at. Holding her tongue was worse than a death sentence for most of the Weasley family. It was another unfortunate thing she had inherited from her father. Damn him, damn this fucking ‘mission’ and fucking damn the man standing next to her. 

“When no one’s around you don’t have to call me Weasley.” It came out more vehemently than she had meant it to, but alas, she was thirsty and her feet were starting to hurt. Not that she would voice any of that to him, she was sure that he would mock her. She simply took out her water bottle and cast a nonverbal aguamenti. The water tasted good, but the sour taste in her mouth remained. She’d hoped that it would have helped flush out her emotions. 

They followed his fucking wand for a couple more ‘point me’s’ before the fucking words started grating on her nearly as much as ‘Weasley’ did and she couldn’t contain herself. “You didn’t think of bringing spare batteries? You didn’t test them yourself?” This was dangerous waters and she knew it. The whole ‘I’m worthless’ debate was like to come up and she couldn’t handle a round of pity parties. Not right now. 

“You’re supposed to be training me, not wasting time with this bullshite.” It was hard to train someone you were dating, obviously. It was harder when it was her, she was sure. Rose hadn’t ever been a good listener, on top of being a self-proclaimed know-it-all. 

[rosenymphadora]

teddiestlupin:

“—Ah. I… right. Sorry, I haven’t been getting much sleep.”

“Too much time with Lily, then?”

[rosenymphadora]

we were lost before she started | open

[rosenymphadora]

little–potter:

Lily doesn’t bother to resist the urge to roll her eyes. The sudden snap might have surprised someone who hadn’t known Rose their entire life, but Lily has, and so she’s entirely used to her cousin’s dramatics ( & vice versa ). She’s already entirely uninterested in whatever the other is yelling about now, so she simply juts her hip out to the side and lays a hand on it while she waits for Rose to finish.

When she does, stomping off into the bar, Lily heaves put an annoyed sigh and shakes her head. Did she mention she really doesn’t fucking care? ( Well she does, really, because Rose is family even though the Weasley-Potters have been slowly unraveling at the seems for as long as she can remember. But whatever. Whatever. ) However, she’s certainly not going to let her cousin just simmer in her own frustration because that never does anything useful.

She hums as she slinks into the pub, obnoxiously click clacking her way down the floor to where Rose is sitting. She takes the spare drink with a pleased little noise ( whiskey’s not her favorite choice, but she’s hardly going to mention that now. ) and hops up on the seat next to the older of the two. “No, but I don’t need to have to guess, based on your whole-” she gestures to Rose’s expression with her free hand. “Not reallt a flattering look on one’s countenance. You’ll get frown lines that way.”

“Can you give me and my annoying cousin a round of flaming assholes please and thank you?” Rose decides that conversations with Lily require significantly more liquor than her normal ones; and she’s normally some level of intoxicated during those as well. “I haven’t heard, Lily. I’m offically out of the Hogwarts loop and I’d quite like to keep it that way. I wasted so much time there,” she sighs, because she really is fond of the place, it’s just hard to see sense when she’s in this state. “--I was hoping you’d know. I was curious.” 

Rose accepts the shot from the bartender and watches it flame happily. There’s something quite pleasing about flaming alcohol that she can’t put her finger on. She takes another drag of her cigarette before blowing out the flame and throwing it back. At this point in their lives, her and Lily are excellent at taking shots. It’s almost comforting to her to be drinking with Lily, if you told her five years ago she’d be enjoying time with her cousin she’d probably have rolled her eyes. Not that this was altogether the most enjoyable. It would do.

“Been seeing Teddy lately?” She figures there’s no use dancing around the difficult subjects. Hopefully they’ve moved past the stage where they try to actively deny things the other knows quite obviously. 

[rosenymphadora]

we were lost before she started | open

[rosenymphadora]

Lily is enjoying her summer. Last year she had been fine, albeit a bit miserable, but she hadn’t been bad. This year she’s good. Great, even. It’ll be her seventh year when she gets back, her last year, and she’s far more excited than she is nervous. She’ll have to study for NEWTs too, but she thinks she’ll do more than well enough. ( she’ll have to study charms more than anything else, really. ) And things are slowly simmering down in her house, even if Albus is still kind of a wreck, and she hasn’t spoken to James in two months. Teddy still drops by, occasionally.

She makes sure she only really looks at him when no one’s looking at her, and she kisses him in dark corners when everyone’s asleep, or she’ll sneak out to his flat and Al agrees to cover for her ( he doesn’t ask why, he never does because he doesn’t need to and Lily’s never been quite so grateful to have a brother like him ). But it’s good, it doesn’t bother her like she thought it might, and she doesn’t think she’d like to tell anyone even if she could. Everyone makes assumptions about Lily anyways, so she’d rather keep this one small truth entirely to herself.

But that doesn’t mean Lily stops being Lily. She still goes to parties, and she still goes to hole in the wall bars or nice pubs. She drinks a little less now, doesn’t kiss any strange boys, but she’s still a bit like some sort of wild thing, a bit feral ( her animagus is a jungle cat for a reason ).

“Sorry.” Lily sneers, in her best impression of her cousin. It’s pretty good, in her opinion. She just lowers the pitch in her voice a bit and retains the condescending look-I’m-smarter-than-you-and-I-will-hit-you tone that the both of them share. “Jesus, Roe, what’re you doing here?”

“What do you fucking care?” Rose snaps, not appreciating her cousin’s condescending tone. “I was fucking walking. Now I can’t bloody walk where I want? Can’t even have a smoke without someone being up my asshole? Christ Almighty.” It’s not Lily’s fault that her mood is sour, but she’s not doing much to improve it and Rose doesn’t have time for kindness that would go unappreciated. She’s angry for no reason, or yet too many reasons to put into a cohesive reason. “The better question is what are you doing here? Does Uncle Harry know that his daughter frequents these places?”

But she can’t think of anything better to do than get piss drunk at a bar bordering on an area full of people who would love to her at her family, so she opens the door and struts in with her very Rose like sway and slides onto a stool in front of the bar. Cigarette still hanging from her lips, she waves down the bartender (a very curious looking man who seemed to be taking her hair colour in, fucking Weasley genes) and orders a neat whiskey, knowing her cousin would follow her--she ordered another for her. 

How could she admit that she was worn out? How could a person even be worn out before they started life? She had worked so hard during her school years and now she’s here and she’s tired. Training, she knew, would take everything she had. There was always something driving her-- she couldn’t ever name it-- and she feels like she’s lost it. “Have you heard who’s Head this year?” 

[teddiestlupin-blog]

“Well, that’s… nice. I guess.”

[rosenymphadora]

“Teddy, I just said I had to have all of my toes amputated. You aren’t listening.” 

[rosenymphadora]

we were lost before she started | open

Rose stormed angrily along a dark lit street, an unlit cigarette hanging loosely from her lips. Merlin, she was tired. This vicious cycle she had been stuck in was getting old. She was tired of most everyone she knew----including Al, who she normally didn’t get tired of. 

Training wasn’t how she expected it to be. Her father was almost constantly over her shoulder. The only good thing that came from it was he didn’t show favoritism. He held her to the same standards as he did everyone else--but somehow it wasn’t good enough. It had been weeks since she had visited her parents, since the start of summer. Her mother tried to track her down every single day she was at the Ministry, and it had become tedious to ignore her. 

The worst part was, she was just tired. Sleep was something that wouldn’t come anymore. Most nights she had started spending at her apartment instead of Jake’s. Their relationship was strained, even more so because of her fucking father, who had to pair them up. 

She stopped outside a bar (she was almost to Knockturn Alley, which she realized wasn’t a good place to be in her current head space) and lit her cigarette, taking a drag before stomping her foot petulantly. It felt good to do something so childish, she had been acting the part of adult for far too long. Now that she actually was one, she felt the need to go back in time--pretend that things were different. 

“Fuck, sorry.” She apologized, realizing she was blocking someone trying to enter the pub. “Didn’t mean to get in the way.”

[rosenymphadora]

“Merlin, here let me help.” Clara, forgetting for the moment that she’d already turned of age and could have just pulled out her wand, started gathering the girls things. Her hands were full when she got a good look at who she’d knocked into and she smiled. “Sorry, again, Rose.”

“Hey, that’s okay. You alright then?” Rose smiled distractedly at Clara. It had been a while since they had last seen each other. “You need help carrying anything? I’ve got free hands.” She waggled her fingers. 

[clarawatsn-blog]

“Shit I–sorry.” Clara’s voice was sharp when she spoke, she’d just tripped on some eleven year old’s trunk –summer had just started what were they doing getting school supplies already?– and was very irritated. It might have been the very odd heat speaking but she didn’t care enough to d’well on it. She’d just finished another shift at work and really didn’t want to go home just yet, so she made her way down Diagon Alley. Clara wasn’t paying attention –when was she?– causing her to bump into someone, they were lucky she was so small. She groaned, her voice was still sharp and angry, “I’m so sorry.”

[rosenymphadora]

Rose wasn’t in the mood for the crowds, but her wand was dull and needed a polish and she’d put it off for far, far too long. There she was, coming right in front of the wand shop when she ran straight into a solid mass. “Fuck, fucking fuck.” Her bag split and started spilling it’s contents all over the sidewalk. “No----no it’s my bad. It’s alright. Let me--ugh--just gather this.” 

[rosenymphadora]

Rose Weasley and the Terrible Horrible No Good Very Bad Day | Jake and Rose

[jakezabini]

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[rosenymphadora]

Rose grabbed his neck and pulled him down so she could kiss him. It was a lasting kiss, one that made your cheeks red and your toes curl. “I know what you are doing,” she murmured, running her free hand down his cheek. “And I’m allowing it for now, because right now I can’t think of a plan because of your antics.”

She leaned her head against his chest, wishing more than anything that their love could be as simple as going home and fucking. If only for a moment, she closed her eyes and pretended that they were normal–that she was visiting her fiance at work. “I made Head through hard work, determination, and charm. Not because I fucked a professor and almost fucked another one.” No matter how talented she was, she didn’t know how to get out of the rut they had fallen in. It seemed like no matter how hard she tried everything was constantly against them. 

When she had suggested they get married (not like they wouldn’t have, but she sped along the process) she didn’t think about how real everything would eventually have to be, yet here they were; at their place of work (it was theirs now, she was an adult with a real job) and she was terrified because they were standing at the edge of the cliff, looking down and considering the best way to jump. It wasn’t like she had doubts, with Jake the only doubts she had ever had were about her not being able to love him the way he should be loved--it was just so much to process in a short amount of time. 

“You’ll have to act like you don’t know me at all. If it comes down to it, you’ll have to be my CO above all else. You’ll have to promise me that you will slam me if you have to to keep it real. We just can’t tell anyone yet. It’s too juicy. Plus, we will have to be more careful now how we get together and when we do. Make sure you are constantly on the lookout for press. Honestly, if I could afford to take the time off of training it would probably be good to head out to France for a few weeks. Once this is over, can we buy a boat? Together?”

[rosenymphadora]

fucker:

“No, it’s me seriously doubting the standards your professors are holding you up to.”

“Of course it’s going to work, when has a potion I made not worked? He’s going to smell horrible for days, he doesn’t know any charms.”

“The same ones they hold you to, Lily dearest. I just surpassed them whereas you dance the line.”

“I wouldn’t underestimate him if I were you. He’s actually been studying lately, so he’ll do well in training.”

[rosenymphadora]

fucker:

“Merlin, how the hell do you manage to get an O in anything if you think this is tedious.“

"Hand me the potion, please.”

“Is that you casually admitting my genius?” 

“Here, this had better work. I’m sick of him already and the summer has just started. But we are keeping busy.”

[rosenymphadora]

Rose Weasley and the Terrible Horrible No Good Very Bad Day | Jake and Rose

[jakezabini]

The universe had always been a bit perverse when it came to Jake and Rose. He had resigned himself to that fact ages ago, but it never ceased to surprise him when one more cruel joke popped up in their faces. As if falling in love with your boss’s daughter wasn’t enough on the sick irony front. No, she had to be a) inappropriate in age, b) noble, and c) pursuing the same line of work as himself and her father. And her uncle. In the same building as her mother and other uncle. And cousin (though he was pretty sure Molly would be on their side if it came down to that). Shit, even then he might be leaving out a relative…

Not the point. No, the point was that Jake had been promoted. Which is not, in and of itself, a bad thing. In fact, most people would put promotions firmly in the “good” category. Jake would have, too, if it weren’t that the promotion he had been given was to a junior officer in the Training Division. Actually, that’s not quite fair. He was actually quite thrilled about the job itself. It was the fact that one of his sixteen incoming students was his fianceé.

Ron had hand delivered the news in person, actually, just that morning. Of course. So Jake hadn’t even been able to panic in private like he’d have preferred. No, he’d had to grin and say “thank you, sir, I really appreciate, it sir. Sir.” Sure, no amount of arse-kissing was going to help when the truth came out, but Jake wasn’t going to give Ron any reason to dislike him. 

Well. Besides the obvious.

So after a day of ignoring Rose without actually ignoring her (the shit storm that was their personal lives was no excuse for shoddy teaching), Jake was exhausted. He’d gone back to his office, shut the door, conjured a drink, and waited for the inevitable visit from Rose.

Jake sat with his feet on his desk, watching Rose blow off steam. She hadn’t quite yet noticed, yet, that she was having a conversation with herself. Jake had learned ages ago to just let her keep going until she realized it–by that point, she was ready to at least contemplate the situation, usually. “Before you go anywhere near my testicles, let’s just take a deep breath,” Jake drawled, reclining even further.

[rosenymphadora]

“Take a deep breath?” Rose rounded on him like a bull readying to charge. Her eyes flared dangerously as she hovered over his desk. “A deep breath? Are you mental? You think this can be solved with me taking a deep breath?” She slammed her hand down on his desk. “Do you think my dad will ‘take a deep breath’ when he figures out what we’ve done on this desk? You think he’ll ‘take a deep breath’ when he realizes how many ways you’ve fucked his baby girl? Really?” 

But it wasn’t his fault, really, and she shouldn’t be taking it out on him. Ron Weasley wasn’t a man of reason, and neither was she. Now, though, her career was at stake. A sex scandal between her and her boss could lead to bad roads. It could cost her her chances at ever being Head of the Auror Department. “This could be really, really bad.” Suddenly she was exhausted. The day crashed down on her all at once--the reality of everything. She pulled her ring from it’s position under her shirt and slid it off the chain and on her her finger. 

“I can’t ask to be transferred, that would raise suspicion. Being near you and not being able to even...speak to you normally is going to drive me insane. I don’t know how I’m going to be able to see you but not see you.” A pained expression crossed her face, making her look angry and constipated at the same time. She lit a cigarette, deciding that they had broken the rules enough in one day to break a few more, which was quite unlike her. 

“Tell me what to do. I need you to tell me what to do. I can’t just... I can’t just sit here without a plan.”

[little--potter]

“Silence. Honestly, Roe, are you trying to get us caught?”

[rosenymphadora]

“But Lils, this is so tedious.”