I cannot be returned.

"I was w r o n g. It's not about who you love. It's not about how much you accomplish. It's not even about who you KNOW. Life's about how many people remember your name after you're gone."

[rosethesnake-blog]

scor-malfoys:

  'As expected. If you were better at casting your hexes, I'd be afraid.' Scorpius scoffed with indignance. 'Oh, will you ever stop talking, Weasley.' He remarked, abruptly leaning forward to press his lips against hers.

"I am good!" Rose pushed away, keeping her hands firmly on his chest. "I'll never kiss you again," she threatened. "I swear. You will go the rest of your life wondering what it would've been like to kiss Rose Weasley more often. Tell me I'm good at hexes."

[rosethesnake-blog]

ahnkane:

  From the time Kane first received his Hogwarts letter, it almost felt safe to say that he experienced many oddities and other strange happenings. Peeves was something. Moaning Myrtle was a whole other something. The magic, the lessons, the House Ghosts, the elves and the moving portraits — many, many somethings. They all were a contrast with his Muggle upbringing. But this… this was a whole new level of strange as he saw the stumbling redhead, the one who seemed to have a strong dislike for his being. Meh.

"What the fuck are you on about?" he groaned, prodding her feet with the tip of his shoe just to make sure she was still alive and moving. "Oi!"

"Don't." Rose growled, rolling over so she could pull herself off the ground. "I hate your fucking eyebrows. God, you... You are so pointy looking." He bothered her--granted, all Hufflepuffs did. They were too... loyal. The moralistic ones ( that shoved their feelings in your face ) were the worst. He was just.. a paradox. She didn't like those. 

[haffalump]

clothing mood board » slytherin

"Or perhaps in Slytherin, You’ll make your real friends, Those cunning folk use any means, To achieve their ends.”

[nghariad]

[defiantely-deactivated20181027]

the hours: you’re my jail by GokturkAyan on Flickr.

[vicsweasley-deactivated20150613]

  The bump to her shoulder simultaneously sent Vic careering off to her left and flared up her temper. She rounded on the person, ready to curse them into oblivion for not watching where the bloody hell they were going, when she saw who it was that had stumbled into her, and the state she was in. “Rose?” she asked, dumbfounded. The redhead only mumbled into the floor in response, saying something about ballet. Instantly, Vic was kneeling at her side, with one hand rubbing her shoulder comfortingly. She knew her cousin well enough to know that should she ask what was wrong, she’d get no response, and so she decided to just do the best she could under the circumstances. “Come on,” she said gently, “Let’s get you up. Let me help you.”

[rosethesnake-blog]

"Noooo," Rose moaned, resisting her cousin. Another perfect cousin. Bloody Head Girl. Pretty. Veela. She tried to get to her feet--and failed miserably. Her whole body was shaking and unsteady. Suddenly she was furious. Angry at herself, for drinking and putting herself in a weak state. Angry at her cousin for finding her, angry at Sargon for existing when he should by all means be dead. "I'm fine." She snapped, her hands clutching her hair. To an onlooker, she probably looked deranged and scared. That pissed her off even more. "I don't need anyone's help."

[weasleyfreds-deactivated2015122]

  By this point in his life Fred was well aware of Rose’s distaste for Hufflepuff House. Along with many other aspects of her personality, he excused her for this. There was a certain way in which families made exceptions for each other, almost unconditionally. “We probably have more than anyone else, the underdogs always do.” He smiled sheepishly, slipping his chilly hands into the pockets of his parka. During the havoc that was Halloween, he had barely seen Rose, but family news traveled fast and her fight with Lily was currently near the top of the Wotters ‘to sort out’ list. “Rosie, listen, I heard about you and Lily. And I know you bottle this sort of stuff up but you don’t need to… you can talk to me, if you want.” It was worth a try. He met her eyes, preparing to be shot down. 

[rosethesnake-blog]

He was right, she did bottle it up. She bottled it up until the pressure became too much and she burst into a million pieces. And she wanted someone to talk to, she did. And her older cousin was someone she treasured, truly, but she didn't know what to say to him. She hadn't known what to say to anyone about the ordeal. "I overreacted." Rose said simply. "And it got out of hand. There's really nothing to say." There was a part of her that wanted to scream and rant about how Lily had always taken things from her, and that it wasn't fair, and she wanted to cry to her cousin but she couldn't. Not now, it wouldn't be fair to him. She couldn't confide in him and then turn away to keep him safe. 

[firstbornworstborn]

  His mind reeled. The last time someone had said that to him and meant it, really meant it― he had forgotten how that felt. He wanted to hug her and run away at the same time. “I― you know I―” the silence around them felt heavy. “I… you, too.”

[rosethesnake-blog]

It wasn't comfortable, standing there basically naked ( emotionally that is ) in front of him. She crossed her arms and looked away, wanting to give him time to gather himself. "I know, James." And she did, she knew that he loved her as much as she loved him. Honestly, she couldn't believe she even said it. 

[rosethesnake-blog]

The news of her assignment was so disturbing that she couldn't help but break down completely. She did so internally ( she wouldn't let anyone see her weakness ). There was only one thing to do, she would drink until she passed out. Then, she would figure out how she would possibly do what she needed to do. She wound her way through the halls, trying to get to the Room of Requirement where she wouldn't be disturbed, when someone brushed against her. The force made her stumble a little ( as she was already a little tipsy ) and fall straight on her face. "I'm never gonna be a ballerina." She mumbled into the ground.

[rosethesnake-blog]

Scorpius and Rose Moodboard 1/?

"You're my best mate." 

"And?"

"And you're my best mate. And I like kissing you."

[weasleyfreds-deactivated2015122]

  When she didn’t walk away, as he had anticipated, a part of him relaxed. It seemed that, with Rose, he was perpetually both afraid and amused by her (although, perhaps fear dominated, more often than he would like). Despite himself, he laughed under his breath, nodding at her statement. “That’s true. Sad but true.” And yet, neither of us are perfect. A pause. He suddenly became quite aware of the packet of cigarettes in the pocket of his jeans. “Some of them we’ve managed to keep though. What they don’t know won’t kill em’ — eh Rosie?” 

[rosethesnake-blog]

"Well spoken," Rose replied softly. It seemed that her life was a web of secrets, encircling her until she was isolated in her own cocoon. What could Fred possibly be hiding? Surely it wasn't anything compared to the atrocity her life had become. His secrets most likely began and ended with skipping Quidditch practice; nothing like being a member of a secret soceity of murders and psychopaths. "I didn't think Hufflepuffs had secrets."

[kimcodes]

hp house series     slytherin

ladies fashion.    jewel tones. sophisticated patterns, textures and fabrics. strong shapes. mixture of tough and feminine.

[weasleyfreds-deactivated2015122]

  Despite her sharp eyes, Rose’s words were sometimes hauntingly uncanny to that of her father. He considered many of his family members wayward (including himself) but Rose more than any in her own, peculiar way. Softening his tone but knowing full-well that his charms would not work, he replied, “I have a good reason, actually. I had to nick some broom polish from the Quidditch cupboard, mine’s dried out.” He paused, lifting an eyebrow, “I know better than to pry on your private life, Rosie.”

[rosethesnake-blog]

Rose couldn't help it, she softened slightly. Fred, while a Hufflepuff, was still one of her favorite cousins ( though she had pushed him away like everyone else ). His presence, while slightly irritating ( she had wanted to be alone ) was also comforting--not that she would dare admit it. "Don't you know? I don't have a private life. We're Weasleys. Our secrets are apparently everyone's secrets."

[weasleyfreds-deactivated2015122]

  "Saving you from a  bludger that’s what.” He released her shoulders and ducked just in time for the bludger in question go shoot past his head with a high pitched whistle. “Why the fuck were you walking through here anyway? Didn”t you see Gryffindor practicing?”

[rosethesnake-blog]

How bloody typical, a Hufflepuff being helpful. It was almost enough to make her vomit. "It's none of your business," Rose replied haughtily. "Besides, I could ask you the same question." 

[rosethesnake-blog]

'My blood is on your hands, and you better remember that I was the price for your fucking ambition, long after I'm gone.'

"NO!" Rose screamed, dropping to the floor in front of him. He was jerking, his body broken beyond compare. There was blood dribbling from his mouth, making a trail down his chin. She wouldn't let him die, not like this. Not by the hands of some homicidal maniac that had killed him just because he had tried to do what was right. She hadn't been able to do the same, she hadn't been able to stand up with him. Not yet. Her mission hadn't been complete."No, Scorpius... No! No! You aren't allowed to leave me." Her hands fluttered over his chest, trying to find the source of the bleeding, but it was pointless. He was bleeding everywhere, from every orifice. "This isn't my fault, Scorpius. I'm... I never wanted this to happen to you." Tears were dripping onto his chest, long after he had gone completely still. "No, no no no no no no no no no no," she moaned. "NO----" her moans turned into wails that could be heard through the castle. She didn't care. Nothing mattered anymore. His blood was all over her, soaking her to the bone. He had been right, this had been all her fault. He had died because she hadn't had the courage to stand up against Sargon. Right then she felt the overwhelming urge to join him, lay down and give up. But she had to keep fighting for him. She would avenge him if it was the last thing she ever did. 

[rosethesnake-blog]

"You've burned your bridges with your family, and now with us― just what will you do now that you have absolutely no one?"

Rose wasn't sure Thea understood the idea of family. 'Course, her family was different from most. It was huge and welcoming and forgiving. When you looked at it from the outside, it seemed like an exclusive group. That wasn't the truth--hell, it was far from it. The Weasleys would welcome anyone with a good heart and no where else to turn. She was sure that her family would still love her as much as they had before this had all turned to shit. "Somehow," she murmured, "I think I'll do fine." And she meant it.

[danielgreengrass]

  "Not really." He shrugged, twirling his quill in his hand. "But you know, as normal as usual." His hand came to itch his hidden tattoo slightly, smiling at her.

[rosethesnake-blog]

"Right." Rose had the sudden desire to flee, to get away from him as quickly as possible. "Well, I would say it's been nice talking to you, but..."