Just one of the guys

My name is Sarah O'Rouke. I'm 17 and I'm in my 6th year at Hogwarts. I'm in Gryffindor house but I like speaking to everyone so don't be afraid to talk to me or anything. Oh and no I'm not a Weasley.

[nisskatkristew]

[kare2bern]

[fredgweasley-blog]

I've come up with some inventions to show dad.

[fredgweasley-blog]

Awe, c’mon. I promise nothing’s too dangerous.

[sarah-oh-rouke]

Last time you tried out your “inventions” on one of my friends and he was in the infirmary for three weeks.

[fredgweasley-blog]

No offense, but your friend’s probably a git. [Fred puts his hand out to shake. He has a very business man type smile on his face. ] Have we met before? I know your friend and I have probably met, since I’ve sent the poor lad— lass? —to the infirmary for weeks. But I don’t remember meeting you before. 

[sarah-oh-rouke]

Well yea, sometimes. But it still doesn't give me any more want to be your guinea pig. [Sarah looks at the hand with a frown and hesitates before shaking it. The kid could have covered his hand in goats piss or something] No, I don't think we have. I'm Sarah.

[fredgweasley-blog]

I've come up with some inventions to show dad.

My only problem is I’ve no one to test them on. Any takers? 

[sarah-oh-rouke]

I’d rather drink my little brothers mud potions.

[fredgweasley-blog]

Awe, c’mon. I promise nothing’s too dangerous.

[sarah-oh-rouke]

Last time you tried out your "inventions" on one of my friends and he was in the infirmary for three weeks.

[fredgweasley-blog]

I've come up with some inventions to show dad.

My only problem is I’ve no one to test them on. Any takers? 

[sarah-oh-rouke]

I'd rather drink my little brothers mud potions.

[jack-quaid-jackie-emerson-blog]

[jack-quaid-jackie-emerson-blog]

[jack-quaid-jackie-emerson-blog]

[veraamber]

[dgramsey]

[fairyjjunie]

[sarah-oh-rouke]

That can be said for a lot of things though…

[mathiaspucey-deactivated2012072]

It’s so weird…

[sarah-oh-rouke]

You’re weird.

[mathiaspucey-deactivated2012072]

If anything, you’re the weird one. Not me. 

[sarah-oh-rouke]

That's rather rude, you don't even know me.

[mathiaspucey-deactivated2012072]

Walking is really weird. We don’t even think, we just do it. We command our legs to walk without even thinking about it. It’s really weird, they just carry us wherever we want to go forever and we don’t even need to think ‘right leg, walk. left leg, walk. right leg, walk.’ It makes us all geniuses to be able to do this. I bet animals have to think about walking. 　

[sarah-oh-rouke]

That can be said for a lot of things though…

[mathiaspucey-deactivated2012072]

It’s so weird…

[sarah-oh-rouke]

You're weird.

[mathiaspucey-deactivated2012072]

Walking is really weird. We don’t even think, we just do it. We command our legs to walk without even thinking about it. It’s really weird, they just carry us wherever we want to go forever and we don’t even need to think ‘right leg, walk. left leg, walk. right leg, walk.’ It makes us all geniuses to be able to do this. I bet animals have to think about walking. 　

[sarah-oh-rouke]

That can be said for a lot of things though...

[fairyjjunie]

[charlielikesdragons]

[sarah-oh-rouke]

Hogsmeade || Chris & Sarah

[norasmothafuckinmuses-blog]

At her comment, Chris gave her a slight smirk. She knew him all too well and this amused him. “Maybe?” was all he said, perching an eyebrow in an annoying teenage boy, type of way. “I am.” he nodded. He was a little confused when she actually took his arm. Of course, the normacy came back when she put her hands in her pockets and he in his own. “The juice only diet could kill you,” he retorted, looking at her sudden confusion. “You’re not on the juice diet right? I mean, that’s beyond dangerous.” 

[sarah-oh-rouke]

“Ew,” was all she said in response, raising a brow at the confused look on her friends face. “What’s up with you?” Sarah asked, raising a brow only slightly to let him know he was acting weird. But then again, this is Chris and he always acts weird, so she just shrugs it off before starting to walk. “Nope, but it’s yummy,” she replied, not really knowing why Chris was so concerned. She’d talked it over with Madam Pomfrey last time, just like she did every time she tried something new, and the woman had given her a potion to add to her juice for strength or something. It was all legit, in her books. 

[norasmothafuckinmuses-blog]

“Er, nothing. You’re arm was really cold, is all.” He lied, whistling awkwardly into the area as they walked. Chris was always strange and more show-offy in front of Sarah. It wasn’t that he fancied her, or anything. It was mostly because she was cool. He didn’t know many cool girls who could put up with him. “You only drink juice, though. That doesn’t sound too healthy.” At that, Chris pauses to scruff his hair again. Thankfully, they were nearing the gates and that was a relief. “But I believe you, since you’re ,like, a smart girl who’s wise enough to make her own decisions-“ and you need to shut up, Rockwood, the boy muses, throwing a smile in Sarah’s direction. This wasn’t the first time they’ve been to Hogsmeade together, and hopefully, it wouldn’t be the last. 

[sarah-oh-rouke]

"Weird kid," she murmured, nodding at Filch as they went out of the entrance hall, already having given in her permission slip on the way down to breakfast. "It's not just like, a glass of pumpkin juice, Chris," the red haired girl explained. "It's like, proper juice. With real fruit and vegetables and stuff," Sarah shrugged, pulling her hair up into a messy bun as they walked along the small path down to the Hogsmede gates. "Exactly," she replied, smirking in Chris' direction.