Rosemond Cassandra Trelawney

- The thirst for knowledge meets the hunger pangs of adventure - Ravenclaw || Sixth Year || Dueling & Charms Club

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a very important date: rosie & frank

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Hogsmeade shone brightly under the burning sun, the cool air frigid despite the ferocity of the sky. November was too breezy for Frank, but it also meant Quidditch. You win some, you lose some, Frank thought to himself, shrugging. He wore a blazer with hat, gloves, and scarf to ward off the cold, but it was impossible for the wind to not penetrate his defenses. He hoped Rose had dressed warmer than him. She was always so careless that he seriously worried she’d get sick at any point when they were outside.

Speaking of his girlfriend, where was she? At this point, Frank no longer blushed at the word girlfriend, even when spoken in his head. Almost one month had passed since their awkward Halloween fiasco, but the Hufflepuff had been surprised what that night had turned into. When the school year started, he’d thought he’d be too busy for any sort of relationship, but he couldn’t just ignore that he liked Rose. Especially when he knew she liked him and they had slept together already. Honestly, he was beyond relieved that he had listened to the voice that told him to stop being a wanker and just go on a date because this was probably the happiest he’d been in the entirety of his school experience, albeit the most exhausting one.

Just as he began to worry that Rose wasn’t going to show, he was nearly toppled as the weight of someone smaller than him attached itself to his back. “Rosie,” he gasped. “I know I told you to stop tackling me.”

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Rosemond giggled and gave him a kiss on the cheek as she hopped off of his back. “Sorry I’m late, I had to feed Lucy.” Donning his hoodie, which was far too large on her, Rosie moved next to Frank and sidled up under his arm. “You’re warm,” she grinned. “So what did you have planned for us today? I do hope it involves butterbeer, because it’s a little more nippy out than I anticipated.” As It was, Rosie hated fall - she much preferred the warmer weather. Fall was only a reminder that winter was coming, which represented death and darkness in her mind. Yet this year, she found herself not dreading the depressing weather. 

In short, Rose was truly the happiest she’d ever been at Hogwarts. The brief month that the two dated felt more like years; never before had she known someone who so completely understood her, and never before had she cared so much for one person, save for her mother and barn owl. She and Frank seemed to balance one another out seamlessly, and she already found herself wondering if she was in love with him. Her feelings for Frank were an entirely new experience for her - she hadn’t even felt this way about her ex, for Merlin’s sake. Looking up at her boyfriend, Rosie felt a rush of euphoria and rested her head on the crook of his shoulder.

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Frank & Rosie

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frankthehufflepuff

“The sex? That was great,” he blurted without knowing that he was speaking. It was like there was a ghost inside of him moving his lips in a way purposely to get him to want to kill himself. “Umm, yeah. I mean, I’m not complaining.” It was official. Frank Longbottom would never leave the Hufflepuff common room for as long as he lived.

“Erm… How do you feel? I know girls always want it to be with someone special. So sorry,” he mumbled, feeling both bad for her and himself at the same time.

Rosemond blushed deeply at his response and gave him a small but genuine smile. She suddenly felt relief wash over her body as she realized he felt the same way. Heart hammering in her chest, she bit her lip and set her tea down. 

“Honestly,” she stared at the ground, voice uneven, “I... I’m glad it was with you.” Her gaze shifted back up to Frank, and she felt a rush of courage as she stood up and sat on the rock that he occupied. After a moment, she added tentatively, “Why don’t we... er... we should go out sometime. Maybe window shopping at Hogsmeade? Tomorrow night?” Rosie rubbed the back of her neck. “I mean... we did have a great time together last night.” It made sense to give dating Frank a shot - after all, she did remember having a great time with him even before the sex. She looked up at him, her eyes betraying hope and feelings of vulnerability.

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thehalfbloodsnake

“Oh, I don’t know… Life maybe… Classes perhaps…or maybe it’s the redhead with the screeching guitar.” Great, now she was giving him all of her attention. He sighed.

Rosemond couldn’t help but laugh - his tone of voice didn’t sound entirely friendly, but she found his determined bitterness rather amusing. “First of all,” she grinned, “this is a ukelele. It has four strings and is rather small, whereas a guitar is much larger and typically has six strings. Bass guitars have four strings,” she mused, “but are still larger than a ukelele.” Rosie paused. “Second of all, I’m not entirely sure what music you’ve listened to, but I’ve dabbled with ukes in the past, and they certainly don’t screech. An inexperienced woodwinds section, on the other hand...” she visibly shuddered.

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Pan and Rosie: The Catacombs

Two in the morning, and Rosemond needed water. She may also have needed an excuse to leave Ravenclaw Tower without being disturbed by her dorm mates. Still, it wasn’t a lie... water was certainly involved. She was finally going to do it. Rose Trelawney was going to confirm just how amazing the prefects’ washroom was, and quite possibly take a dip in what she’d heard called, “a swimming pool of a bathtub.”

That is, until she spotted Pan, who appeared to be performing a task of similar secrecy. After all, what student briskly walking about Hogwarts at two in the morning, frequently glancing behind him or herself, couldn’t be up to something secret? Shuffling in her bunny slippers and fuzzy pajama pants, Rosemond caught up to her friend and promptly joked, “I don’t suppose this would be at least twenty-five points from Ravenclaw.” Rose grinned. “What sort of trouble are we stirring up this time?”

@panlightwood

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thehalfbloodsnake

“Well, you could’ve fooled me.” He’d almost forgotten she attended Hogwarts. Try as he might, he couldn’t put a name to her face.

The red head put the ukelele down and gave him a knowing looking before replying, “What’s got your goat?” She folded her hands and sat cross-legged, facing the boy.

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thehalfbloodsnake

Severus sighed. “Yes, that’s what you need, something else to make noise with.”

Rosemond playfully rolled her eyes at Severus. “It’s not just noise. It’s music.” She’d known the boy since first year, but the two hadn’t spoken very much before. 

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Frank & Rosie

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frankthehufflepuff

Frank grabbed a plate and was right behind Rose in piling whatever he could find onto the platter. He found that he was ravenous and desperately craved as many carbs as possible. Although, he usually felt that way after a night of drinking. When he finished stacking foods, he trailed behind the younger girl, his nourishment swaying precariously at the quick pace she had set.

The bright light of the courtyard only made the situation worse as the sun directed a spotlight right on him in all his embarrassment. It was now quite clear to him that now that at the completion of the night, Rose must have woken up from whatever strange spell had overcome them. Frank just wished he could say the same for himself. Instead, with each new, tired step on the stone, he felt his heart drop further and further into his gut. He now understood what the saying ‘black mood’ meant.

When Rose sat down (why did she have to look so gorgeous in the sunshine?), he perched himself on a rock and tried to balance the plate on his knee. He knew he was being immature, but for some reason he couldn’t bring himself to sit down next to her. Something about the proximity would just overwhelm him in his current state. “Usually I’m addicted to the stuff, but I can’t stand it after drinking. It makes me feel queasy and gives me a headache. I settle for tea,” he told her, raising his own glass. Talking about coffee apparently counted as a safe enough subject that he didn’t feel uncomfortable. But whether he liked it or not, their conversation could not stay in safe waters.

“So I guess we should probably talk about what happened.” Deciding that facing the problem would solve it faster, Frank determined himself to get through it quickly and efficiently, with as few hurt feelings as possible. “I -umm. First, I just want you to know I’ve never done anything like that before. Like, anything like it,” he said, blushing furiously. That was as close to telling her he was a virgin as he would get.

The scene was silent, save for the rustling of the wind, the air was cool and crisp, and the sun blanketed Rosemond in warmth, which she found soothing to her current state. She felt as though her edges were being smoothed and rounded. That is, until Frank sat a decent yard-and-a-half to two yards away - there was just enough distance between the two to make things feel awkward, and Rose wondered if it was because he regretted the previous night. She suddenly felt a small pang of pain at the thought. Of course he’d regret it. We were wasted. I shouldn’t feel hurt - one night stands never go anywhere. What was I thinking? 

Rose’s lips curled into a smile at Frank’s polite response. Still, her eyes betrayed the bleak emotions circulating in her mind, and she braced herself for the impending rejection.

“I suppose we should. Of couse,” she finally said, staring at the grass and nibbling on a piece of toast. She suddenly wasn’t quite so hungry, as the contents of her stomach sat as heavily as rocks. Yet for this reason, Rosemond found herself looking up at the boy, surprised with his honest statement. After a moment, blushing because of his own flushed face, she added with an earnest expression, “Me neither. It was my first time too.” She scratched her head. “How, er… how are you feeling about it? You know, besides hung over.” Nerves ate away at Rose and her heart began racing in her chest once again.

[petexpettigrew]

Out of Bed: Peter & {Open}

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petexpettigrew

“That’s alright, then,” said Peter understandingly. “I’m pretty sure that everybody has that kind of thing. Er, for example, did you know I always eat a Pumpkin Pasty before a test? I dunno’ why, it’s just something I do.” It was quite random, really, but he thought that Rose might find it funny.

Peter was relieved that Rose didn’t seem annoyed at his tactfulness (it had happened in the past. He let out a small laugh, before saying curiously, “Justice? Isn’t it the House of the-er-brave?” Peter grinned back at her, though his smile was a bit more uneasy. “That’s fair.”

Well, even as a half-blood, there were a lot of Muggle things Peter didn’t know about, such as pinkie promises. “Alright then,” he said, and interlocked his pinkie with hers. “Lead the way!”

Laughing out loud and then quickly silencing herself, hoping no prefects were around, Rosemond replied in a softer voice, “That’s interesting. It sounds as though it’s sort of a subconscious reward or incentive.”

Rose pursed her lips and thought for a moment. “Generally speaking, those who are sorted into Gryffindor are more brave. But it’s my personal theory that students are sorted according to what they most value. In the case of Gryffindor, I think that to be justice and morality - who you are stems off of what you value the most, and those who value justice tend to be more brave,” she said, a bit lost in thought. Looking up at Peter, she quickly added, “I’m sorry, Peter, I don’t mean to lecture you. Just stop me if I’m boring you.”

Rosemond grinned. “Very well. Right this way!” She motioned for Peter to follow down the corridor to the right, peering around the corner to check for prefects - or even worse, Filch. “I hear Filch found himself a kitten that he’s training to rat out students who are out past curfew,” she laughed quietly.

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“Look what I found!” Rosie exclaimed excitedly and played a few simple chords.

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cheesecake or ice cream cake?

“Cheesecake. I love cake, and I love ice cream, but not together. I don’t like soggy cake.”

[old-fashioned-boy]

Make my muse choose between _____ & _____.

[thomasxavery-blog]

Thomas looked up from the potions essay he’d been working on all night. “I feel like I’ve been in this library forever. Do you know what time it is?”

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Rosemond woke with a start - had she fallen asleep on her homework? She sighed. “I keep falling asleep when I go to do my Divination homework.” Checking her watch, she replied, “A quarter past twelve.”

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Frank & Rosie

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frankthehufflepuff

Relief and panicked rushed through him in one horrible second, his limbs tingling and his head pounding uncomfortably. At least he hadn’t imagined anything, but that almost made it worse. How could she be so calm when he thought his insides were going to jump out of his body at the first available moment? “Well,” was all he managed.

So many students seemed to stand witness to the Ultimate Embarrassment of Frank Longbottom that he didn’t think he’d mind if a hippogriff were to fly out of nowhere and scoop him in its clutches. Of course she wouldn’t want to be seen with him in public after last night, considering what had happened. “We could- we could get something. Sure,” he grimaced, trying his best to not look as heartbroken as he felt. She must be wondering how to tell him that last night had been a mistake, that they should just forget it happened and avoid each other if possible. “I guess that it’d be better to get out of here,” he agreed half-heartedly.

“Yeah, okay,” she spoke, her voice high and soft with nervousness. Frank didn’t appear too happy with the idea. He probably didn’t want to have a conversation with her. Granted, she didn’t expect him to be too chipper after what had happened, but his demeanor had shifted slightly. He must have hated the idea. “This place is rough on my head right now anyways,” she grinned weakly. Subsequently, she grabbed a plate, loaded it quite full - she felt as though she could eat an entire dragon - and made her way out of the Great Hall. That room made her ears ring in this state.

Rosemond felt her heart pounding in her throat, and she felt heat tingling from her face, all the way to her fingertips. She must have looked like a tomato as her confirmation of the previous night hung in the air. The fact that they had drunkenly slept together was out in the open, and there was no hiding it. She felt vulnerable. Why did she feel vulnerable? You can only feel vulnerable if you’re feeling ashamed and/or afraid, she thought to herself. Was she ashamed of what had happened? She pondered the question for a moment and decided she was not. Of course, she wouldn’t necessarily want her father finding out, but these sorts of things happen. Still, that meant she must have been afraid... what in Merlin’s name was she afraid of? Had she actually developed feelings for Frank? That would have explained why she couldn’t stop blushing. And she had always had a small crush on him...

Rosie tried desperately in her mind to shake off the thoughts, failing horribly. The feelings felt familiar, but foreign to her - as though she had discovered a box of treasures she’d packed away ages ago.

She led Frank out to a quiet, shaded nook out by the courtyard, plopped down on the ground, and took a swig of the coffee she’d brought with her. “I’m not much of a coffee drinker, but it’s a must when I’m hung over,” she smiled at the boy.

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Rosie & Open

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martenclaes

Marten continued to gaze in Rosemond’s direction, nodding in response to what she was saying. He crossed his arms over his shoulder and smiled briefly, “Neither have I. I guess life is just shitty for everyone.” He stepped to the side a little, moving out of the way to avoid a crowd of his drunken classmates. He still couldn’t believe how extravagant this party was. He thought about the village nearby and wondered if they had any clue about the enormous party taking place right under their nose. His eyes slipped back over to Rosemond and he laughed, “So, is every Hogwarts party this big?”

Playfully scowling in Marten’s direction, Rosemond retorted, “Now, just because life isn’t sunshine and daisies doesn’t mean it’s shitty.” The red head laughed at the wasted group that nearly plowed her French companion. “It depends on who’s throwing it. We’ve had some rather hum-drum parties in the past, but everything planned by Vanity and McKinnon tends to be huge. Parties thrown by teachers -” Rose feigned a coughing fit and muttered, “- Slughorn - tend to be dull. For obvious reasons,” she grinned. She thought of the parties that Slughorn threw for his favorite students, which were probably meant as positive reinforcement for good work, but seemed more like severe punishment.

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Truth or Dare Shenanigans

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em-vcnity

“If you ever hear me saying that everything looks lovely, get me to the Hospital Wing as soon as you possibly can.” Emma couldn’t help but let out a loud laugh. Complaining about the dreadful way most Hogwarts students liked to dress was one of her very favorite past times. “I, on the other hand, did a little too much pre-gaming.” She giggled. “But then again, it was always my intention to get completely shitfaced at this party."

At the mention of truth or dare, she curiously raised her eyebrows, an excited grin playing on her lips. "I’m so in. Even when I know this has a high chance of going absolutely awry, I am in.”

Rosie giggled, and gave a small hiccough. “I’ve gotcha covered. Though I may not be of very much help in this state.” Raking her hand through her hair, she replied with another laugh, “Well hopefully you aren’t entirely shitfaced yet, because that process is quite an important aspect of the game.” Rosemond sat up straighter and crossed her legs, not even caring anymore that she was wearing a dress.

“Alright, Vanity.” Her eyes twinkled with anticipation. “Truth, or dare?”

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The Trelawney Cottage | Headcanon

Roger Trelawney was born into a wealthy pureblood family and grew up to marry a certain muggle, Patricia Smith, much to his family’s disapproval. For this reason, he was essentially shunned by the family. Twenty years old and without a cent to their names, Roger and Patricia bought a cottage in a small neighborhood and worked endless hours to make ends meet. Soon, Patricia became pregnant with their first child, Sybill. It wasn’t until ten years later that they were surprised to discover that she was pregnant once again - this time, with Rosemond. Despite their circumstances, the couple wanted their daughters to receive excellent educations and to be able to support themselves as adults. Consequently, Roger educated the girls in all subjects - magical or not - from early ages. Unfortunately, neither girl was entirely interested, which caused him to err more towards an iron fist when it came to parenting. Sometimes the neighbors would call, worried by the heated arguments they heard coming from the cottage. Indeed, one can still see where Roger punched through the wall in one such argument with Sybill. Still - he never would have laid a hand on his precious daughters, and adored his wife.

Fast forward several years, and Rosemond Trelawney was going into her fifth year at Hogwarts, spending the summer at home with her parents. Sybill was off traveling, attempting make her way as a “Seer.” Muggle murders were on the rise, and one couldn’t read the paper without finding another murder at the hands of Death Eaters and their supporters. 

The small neighborhood that the Trelawney Cottage stood in had been a target for such murders.

It was dark outside, but Rosemond could see hooded figures running in the streets, shooting killing curses every which way, and could hear the screams of those she had grown up knowing. Hurriedly, Roger shooed Rose and Patricia up to the cupboard that had been disguised as a bookcase, and it wasn’t long before Rose heard the front door being blown down, Death Eaters inquiring where his muggle wife and mudblood child were. Roger refused to give their hiding spot away, despite their offers to spare his life. Subsequently, Rose heard a woman shout, “Crucio!” followed by the tortured cries of her father. The two sat in the cupboard in silence for a few minutes, when Patricia resolved to help. Sneaking Roger’s gun from the bedroom, she quietly stepped down the stairs, took a deep breath, and fired a bullet into the head of the man performing the unforgivable curse. He dropped to the ground, and his shocked partner fired a killing curse her way, instantly rendering her lifeless, crumpled at the bottom of the stairs. Roger’s face faded of all color before he promptly turned to the Death Eater and gave an anguished cry, “Avada Kedavra!” Rosemond heard a third thud from the small cupboard, and after a few minutes of silence, quiet tears rolling down her cheeks, she lightly made her way down the stairs and peered around the corner to see her father sobbing over her mother’s corpse. The young girl rushed to her father’s side, and, much to her shock and despair, he shoved her away and demanded that she pack her things and leave. It was then that she realized the Cruciatus curse had taken its toll on him, combined with the trauma of losing Patricia. Rosemond packed her things, her barn owl in tow, and went to St. Mungo’s, unsure of where else to go. She informed them of what had happened, and they managed to detain and admit Roger. The Ministry thought it fitting to leave her in the care of an orphanage, but she begged Dumbledore to let her stay at Hogwarts for the few weeks left of summer. Much to her surprise, he consented.

Since that night, her father has lived in the mental ward of St. Mungo’s and Rosemond has drifted between the homes of her relatives and friends during the summer. As it stands, the old, abandoned Trelawney Cottage sits in what is now a ghost town, haunted by the memory of that August night, the garden overgrown and wild, and the home eerily silent.

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Rosie & Open

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martenclaes

Ahh, a halfblood. Marten shrugged, a little disinterested now. He always found it enjoyable to meet another muggleborn. They were the only ones who truly knew what it was like to be thrust into a world such as this. Still, being a halfblood meant that she wasn’t completely clueless. She had known who Peter Pan was after all. As she asked about his childhood, he quickly scrambled to think of a way to avoid that question. He didn’t very much like talking about the years he spent before finding out he was a wizard. He shrugged his shoulders, “Difficult.” He said simply, not offering up anymore than that.

Rosemond was a bit disappointed with Marten’s simple reply, but she understood the fact that some people didn’t enjoy discussing their childhoods. She simply loved understanding where people came from and what circumstances influenced them to become the people they grew into. Not necessarily for any reason, except that she truly loved humanity and seeing the different aspects of it. Society ran much a machine, and she enjoyed learning about all of its parts. Thus, the ‘Claw in her was disappointed (she did feel a twinge of guilt in her disappointment), but she replied simply, “I’m sorry.” After a moment she added, “If it means anything to you, mine wasn’t entirely easy either.” Rose gave Marten a small smile. “Though I’ve yet to meet someone who actually grew up in sunshine and daisies.”