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Smoke & Mirrors // Rosie & Anti
Rose sat down, intending to get some work done, though she had plenty of time to complete it all and it was the weekend. Still she would prefer writing an essay to dwelling on the things that weren't going well. On one hand she had Regulus, who despite how wonderful she knew he was had found himself sinking into some kind of detached depression. It stung the tiniest amount, that he hadn't thought she was worth coming to or associating with. But then she always thought his relationship with Emma and Rabastan would eventually turn destructive. She'd been right, of course, but jut because those two were no longer options for him didn't mean he was out of options entirely. Perhaps it was time he discovered he had a few left. Still, how much effort was she willing to put in to convince him of such? If he couldn't see it she couldn't be bothered to open his eyes for him. And then on the other hand was Charles, that imbecile. Why she had ever agreed to help him was beyond her, but she had and she never went back on her word. If she was going to play girlfriend she was going to do it perfectly. Though Charles wasn't the ideal companion for such a ruse she would be damned if he thought she couldn't do it. So part of accepting his proposal was the desire to prove she was more than capable, and the other gave her the opportunity to make a fool out of Charles if the time ever came. To think that all her troubles had to do with boys was laughable. There was Antonin to consider, who Rose had not given up on as an option. Oh, and Connor being an idiot, how could she forget? If only she liked any of the girls in her circle, she could benefit from some girl time, without boys bothering her from every angle. Just as she set her quill down, leaving the essay for another time her sharp eyes caught sight of a familiar silhouette. The common room was all but empty and she felt confident as she lifted her voice.
"Antonin, what brings you here?"
With a bang, Antonin burst through the door of the sacred so-called "Puffle Flat," with war on his mind. Perhaps Lucinda was reluctant to tell him things, but the same could not be said of her mother, who had owled Antonin about a love-letter and flowers arriving for her daughter, one's that were not from him. As far as he was concerned, the moment their engagement had been announced, Lucinda was his--his property, and he didn't take kindly to others playing with his property.
"You out," he snapped, at a man who appeared from the hall. "This doesn't concern you, and if you stay I'll kill you on mere principal." Looking away for the first man, he saw who he had come for. "You, it seems no one's taught you to know your place, and stay in it."
Sometimes I just don't understand girls' emotions.
Avez-vous pratiqué?
Alexander weaved his way through the crowds in irritation. Why were there always so many people here? Merlin, it was infuriating to be in such close contact with so many mudbloods and blood traitors. He longed to curse them all just for touching him, but he knew it would just get him in trouble. For now.
Finally reaching the corner he'd been searching for, he turned right down into Knockturn Alley without a thought and ran straight into a smaller blonde figure. Oof
"Apologies, miss, I..." he trailed off when he realized to whom he was speaking. "....I didn't see you there."
Ça alors! Quand on parle du loup, on en voit la queue. I didn't think you'd actually accept the offer to visit, ma chérie. Do come in.