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Cassius just stared at Rosalie for a long moment. Really tried to process what she was saying. Don’t call him that. She was offended on his behalf. As if he was a person. With feelings. Mudbloods might as well not have feelings, in Cassius’ eyes.

“You can’t possibly be serious,” he said, before a mirthless smile tugged on his lips, an empty laugh tumbling from his lips. “Oh, this is a joke, is it? Not that funny, but points for trying, Rosalie.” He gave her a rather hopeful look, wanting her to agree, so they could push this conversation aside, pretend none of it ever happened.

Rosalie couldn’t deny the small wince that was briefly depicted upon her features at Cassius’ reply. You can’t be serious. She knew it had been a bad idea from the start to mention Ted of all people, but she really hoped that she could at least salvage this before things got out of hand. Watching his features to have a mirthless smile appearing upon her lips, she knew that there was only two options to go from there. 

However, she always believed in standing up for her family and friends, so it seemed there was truly one option. “Of course I’m serious. He’s a person too, you know.” She snapped, not amused at the way he thought that she was joking. She could have easily caved under his words, but there was something about his self-righteous attitude that was getting underneath her skin. This was getting out of hand just as she wanted to contain it.

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Rosalie had finally finished the last of her homework - meaning she was able to enjoy her weekend, perhaps being able to read the book that she had brought from the Selwyn library. A pleased smile appeared upon her lips, as she began to gather up her various parchments, placing them on top of one another as she stacked them up in a neat pile upon the table, before relaxing in her chair. She begun to wonder if she should pull open the book there and then, or go in search of her brother - having not seen him in some time. She did miss his company so.

However it was at this change in thought that suddenly Isabelle begun to appear out of nowhere, seating herself opposite of herself. “Bonjour Isabelle.” Rosalie replied, her smile remaining as she looked at the half-veela who seemed to be happier than usual. “A girls night?” She repeated, pondering upon that thought in her head. “That sounds.. wonderful.” She replied, a wider smile breaking upon her features. It had been awhile since she had been able to relax, and since she didn’t know Isabelle very well, it would be a chance to get to know her better.

Pretty young things

Strutting down through the common rooms Isabelle had one singular goal in mind; find Rosalie, and make the best of her last year here. Swallowing her trepidation Isabelle did a lot of self convincing in order to swallow her pride and her fears to make up this entire imagine plan on her finally letting go of some of the hurt with the bulk of her class and finally allowing the ones worth it into her inner circle, even if it killed her doing it. 

Rosalie seemed to have been on the short list, her list of attributes pushing her to the top of possible friendships; beautiful, kind, the sister of Nikolai and maybe there was something more beneath her ivory surface itching to break free. Isabelle wasn’t sure of her intentions just that the urge to move was burning her up. So with her head held high she ignored the obvious whispers and blatant looks while circling the common rooms to plop herself gracefully in the chair opposite of Rosalie. “Bonjour darling.” Isabelle’s lips spread into a welcoming smile, “How do you feel about a girls night?” Isabelle hummed despite her nerves making her chest feel tight. Rosalie and her had never been close, she was always so kind, so pure, and the idea of possibly ruining something like that made Isabelle feel ill, and as of now the idea of not knowing her felt impossible. 

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Rosalie had been pleasantly surprised when Lucrezia had offered to spend the afternoon with her, something she hadn’t experienced in quite some time. She did enjoy the older girl’s company - she was like an older sister to herself, and it was because of that she often did relish the times that they spent together. She wouldn’t deny there was certain things she did learn from the older girl, especially knowledge that she wouldn’t find in books.

As Lucrezia announced she was to do Rosalie’s hair, a small smile began to appear upon her lips as she begun to part her hair, tying the strands together piece by piece. Wincing slightly at the tight strands that Lucrezia began to tie up, she began to concentrate upon her reply as she nodded. “Do you truly believe that?” She asked, never having thought upon this concept before that Lucrezia touched upon. Of course she knew she was her own person, but she had never thought about looks mattering, nor her point about Nikolai. She wondered why Lucrezia thought this way.

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Date: September 6th 1976 Time: 1:20 PM Location: Courtyard    

“Let me fix your hair first,” Lucrezia announced as she’d already pulled the other girl’s hair into a ponytail and started to french braid her red hair. She wanted Rosalie to be confident, irresistible and outstanding. She’d always longed for a sister and maybe Rosalie filled that spot in her heart, activated her need for protection and mentoring someone else. Blessed with survival skills and manipulating skills, Lucrezia had more to offer than most – one could always open a book and study, but only a few could manipulate men and women to their will, open doors in all directions and close them just as quickly as they were opened. 

She’d be of use to someone, finally use her strengths for something good ( at least that’s probably what most others thought ; definitely not her tho ). The Slytherin girl softly pulled Rosalie’s red hair tighter together halfway, before gently reassuring her with a touch against the shoulder, that everything went as planned and that all twinges were a normal occurence while being french-braided. “All men are lying if they say ‘ looks don’t matter ‘. They do. They’re also foolish if they believe they have to go to Nikolai first to get to you. You’re your own person, sweety.”

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                                   She was the smallest of                                      the litter, the prettiest,                                  the most gentle and trusting. 

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I would kill you. ✧ I would physically hurt you. ✧ I would attack you unprovoked. ✧ I would manipulate you. ✧ I dislike you. ✧ You annoy me. ✧ You scare me. ✧ You intimidate me. ✧ I hope I intimidate you. ✧ I pity you. ✧ You disgust me. ✧ I hate you. ✧ I’m indifferent toward you. ✧ I’d like to get to know you better. ✧   I’d like to spend more time with you. ✧ I’d like to be friends with you. ✧  I’m unsure what to think of you. ✧ I’m unsure how I feel about you. ✧ You are my friend. ✧ You are my best friend. ✧ You are my mentor. ✧ I look up to you. ✧ I respect you. ✧ You are my hero. ✧ You inspire me. ✧ You are my enemy. ✧ You make me happy. ✧ I want to protect you. ✧ I would fight by your side. ✧ I consider you an equal. ✧ I think you are beneath me. ✧ I think you are above me. ✧ I would lie for you. ✧ I would lie to you. ✧ I would sleep with you. ✧ I would sleep by your side. ✧ I would hug you. ✧ I would kiss you. ✧ You are family to me. ✧ I would die for you. ✧ I would kill for you. ✧ I would trust you with my life. ✧ I would trust you with my most precious belonging. ✧ I would trust you with a secret. ✧ I would trust you with my biggest / darkest secret. ✧ I love you (platonically). ✧ I love you (romantically).

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I would kill you. ✧ I would physically hurt you. ✧ I would attack you unprovoked. ✧ I would manipulate you. ✧ I dislike you. ✧ You annoy me. ✧ You scare me. ✧ You intimidate me. ✧ I hope I intimidate you. ✧ I pity you. ✧ You disgust me. ✧ I hate you. ✧ I’m indifferent toward you. ✧ I’d like to get to know you better. ✧   I’d like to spend more time with you. ✧ I’d like to be friends with you. ✧  I’m unsure what to think of you. ✧ I’m unsure how I feel about you. ✧ You are my friend. ✧ You are my best friend. ✧ You are my mentor. ✧ I look up to you. ✧ I respect you. ✧ You are my hero. ✧ You inspire me. ✧ You are my enemy. ✧ You make me happy. ✧ I want to protect you. ✧ I would fight by your side. ✧ I consider you an equal. ✧ I think you are beneath me. ✧ I think you are above me. ✧ I would lie for you. ✧ I would lie to you. ✧ I would sleep with you. ✧ I would sleep by your side. ✧ I would hug you. ✧ I would kiss you. ✧ You are family to me. ✧ I would die for you. ✧ I would kill for you. ✧ I would trust you with my life. ✧ I would trust you with my most precious belonging. ✧ I would trust you with a secret. ✧ I would trust you with my biggest / darkest secret. ✧ I love you (platonically). ✧ I love you (romantically).

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         Slivers and cracks of light danced within the veils of the shadows, reflections of steel armor from ancient knights, bare windows shining what was left beneath the curl of dusk, and the crimson hair that was nearly a halo of its own, revealing a girl caged underneath it all. What a sight Rosalie Selwyn was, apologies splitting from her lips and a waltz between darkness and light enveloping her figure like a form-fitting gown. If only her brother held better company, perhaps then her presence wouldn’t be so tainted ⏤⏤ but, oh, who was he to judge another for the wrongdoings of their sibling?

         Yet, where the Selwyn children were coiled together, inseparably wound, he and his own sister were all but strangers, viciously so, and the doing all their own. Even so, strangers was too kind a word for the girl who bore his blood, and then pity was rottenly sympathetic, too saccharine for what he felt toward the scarlet-haired Ravenclaw. To cower behind the protective shield of her brother, her blood, the brittle glass protection of enamored family, was a fool’s wish, for a rose’s petals were all too easily plucked, pulled, and crushed, beauty falling into ruins under a beast’s grasp. Ignorance was grace on the right prey.

         His countenance shifted and formed beneath the swaying lights, features loosening from their staunch angles into a drawling smirk, words sharp but slow on his tongue. “ Rosalie ⏤⏤ I suppose it is the curse of a Ravenclaw, notions and whims blinding, but it would do well to remember yourself in the dark. ” Nathaniel’s smirk fractured like riven glass, beautiful in the right light but ugly in the next. “ You never know what might be lurking between the shadows, and those thoughts of yours surely aren’t worth whatever cost may tread. ”

As Rosalie began to take in her surroundings, she began to curiously gaze at Nathaniel, the way he seemed to uphold himself within the darkness of the Slytherin dungeons. She couldn’t deny the slight fear that seemed to grip upon herself as she watched his features shift to pull upon a smirk at perhaps her discomfort, or the fact that she felt like the prey within this situation. He seemed just like those predator’s one would read about in books ⏤ with his sharp smile, his teeth glinting off of the fallen sunlight, glistening oh so much.

However it was at his reply that she begun to discard her thoughts, her brain spiralling to think upon how to get out of this uncomfortable moment. “You’re probably right.” She said softly, shifting her gaze to directly focus upon Nathaniel’s as she watched his smirk continue to remain upon his features. “Although in Hogwarts I’d like to think that there wouldn’t be much that lurked within the shadows.” She said ⏤ aware of her naive reply, but hoping that Nathaniel wouldn’t exploit this; using it for his own gain.

She may have not known much about Nathaniel, but she knew enough about his reputation and what she had heard from Nik and Evan to know that it was more than wise to let Nathaniel have his way so that she could be upon her merry way. She didn’t understand how polar opposite Nathaniel and his sister could be. Selene was everything Rosalie could aspire to be, whilst her brother seemed to be clawing away at the light ⏤ letting the darkness overwhelm and consume his actions.

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Rosalie couldn’t deny that there was a minute part of her that looked forward to the Prefect rounds that she did with Barty. He provided certain sarcastic and wry humour that wasn’t apparent in most people, something she found she actually found amusing.

As they began to walk past the infamous broom closet, she found herself wincing at the slight vibrations that came from it; coupled with the occasional moans. “You’d think that they would have found somewhere else better to have their affairs.” She replied, slightly dreading the fact that they were to tell them off. Luckily maybe she could convince Barty to do that.

“I wouldn’t want to take away your certain joy of being able to tell them off - how about you take this one?” She casually said, a playful smile upon her features as she hoped that Barty would take the hint. There was nothing Rosalie hated more than to interrupt those in their extracurricular affairs, especially since more usually than not she ended up having to make certain eye contact with said individuals. Call her a prude, but it always more than not made her feel rather uncomfortable.

@rosalieselwyn hogwarts, a corridor // late night

Prefect patrols are nothing out of the norm. Going around with Rosalie Selwyn doing Prefect rounds are a highlight of his week, if only by virtue of her good company.

Except.

There’s a broom closet. It’s vibrating. He hears a moan cutting muffled through the air and to his ears.

“It’s the second day back,” he says eventually, and decides he is exasperated rather than irritated. Wry humour worms its way into his tone as he looks over to the broom closet in question. It’s easy to feel things once you decide to feel them- and their dynamic has long since been one that has included the occasional shared glance of long-tormented sufferers.

He’s fairly certain he’s joked to her before that their friendship was a thing forged through camaraderie, tempered through mutual pain and struggle. He thinks they’ve always been friends of a sort, high achievers and gifted in every field. He would often study late into the night until it was only the two of them left in the common room, he had gotten used to sitting with her by second year- most of his extracurriculars were shared with Selwyn, Quidditch and Slug Club and astronomy.

But perhaps that casual, untethered sort of friendship had only been truly tested and honed through the partnership of being a Prefect. And incidents such as the ones of the present moment.

He wonders if a broom closet is really the most intelligent place to be having an extracurricular affair.

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Lips pursed in a straight line, the pretty pink shade they’d been painted with, all meshed into one swipe of colour. Her posture remained rigid, ruler straight, and even Rosalie Selwyn’s comments did not sway her position. Narcissa cleared her throat, eyes still trained on the sight before her, a kaleidoscope of colour blending together, students from all houses combining in the organised mess that was the hallway. “Perhaps, but I was certainly more dignified than they were,” she responds coolly, arching her eyebrow. 

A quick glance upon her companion, and Rosalie could immediately tell that her comments did not sway Narcissa in any way at all. They may have disagreed upon their views, but it did not mean that Rosalie did not mind the younger Black’s company, especially with the numerous first years that seemed to be flocking upon them, excited chatter escaping their lips as they begun to learn of their first classes and where they were to go. It was at hearing Narcissa’s response a small smile begun to appear upon her lips as she replied, “I suppose you were always as dignified as you are now.” Leaving her comment to settle among the dulcet tones of the younger years she begun to ask, “And how was your holidays Narcissa?” She hoped that they were to pass the topic of blood purity, especially considering her more neutral stance as opposed to many in the Snake house, including Narcissa.

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Professors seemed particularly determined this year to send all of their seventh year students into the nuthouse. Amos had thought that preparations for the O.W.L’s had been crazy, but if the course load he had obtained in the last couple of days was to be a slight indication of the year to come, that was absolutely nothing compared to the N.E.W.T’s. 

The summer before his sixth year had been the hardest of his life after receiving his scores. That one singular “A” completely damning. This time around he had been determined to not end up in the same boat, so every spare moment that wasn’t taken up by clubs, quidditch practices and rather sad attempts at maintaining a social life were spent in studying. 

Amos had spent so much time there that his back and neck had begun cramping from being buried in books for so long, a fact which had gone completely unnoticed until someone had begun speaking to him. “Not at all” he said, rising to his feet and flashing the red head a smile, “have at it, I need to stretch anyway. I’m really not good at sitting for long periods of time.” 

Rosalie hadn’t truly realised who the certain individual she had interuppted was, until he had begun to look up from his scattered books that were varied all over the table. Recognising him to be one of the older years, Amos she flashed him a small smile in terms of a greeting as she let a small exhale of relief escape her lips at his agreement in sharing the desk.

“Thank you so much, I couldn’t seem to find any other desks.” She replied, beginning to set her books down as her curious mind glanced at the various textbooks that he seemed to be learning from. “What are you learning about?” She asked, her curious Raven mind beginning to analyse the various stuff in front of her.

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Having seeked the solace of peace and quiet, Rosalie had decided to go towards the clock towards so that she could finish her homework. Seating herself down upon the cobblestones, she began to take out her various textbooks so that she could begin to tackle the gargantuan amount of homework that her professors had already begun to set her within the first few weeks. Humming lightly under her breath, Rosalie begun to tune out the various scattered individuals seated within the clock tower itself as she focused upon her Arithmancy homework, beginning to do the first few questions.

However as she began to continue through the questions, her quill scribbling furiously across the page, she begun to hear the scurried footsteps of a certain individual who decided to seat herself across from her, interrupting the certain solitude that Rosalie had seeked. Glancing up to see who it was, a small smile begun to appear upon her face at the certain question the girl had asked, Florence. Although she did not know much about the younger girl, she was never one to turn down a question - especially about one of her favourite subjects, Potions.

“I love Potions - its one of my best subjects. How can I help?” She replied, moving over to provide room for Florence upon the cobblestoned floor.

* t h e   c l o c k   t o w e r . 

Florence hadn’t been to the clock tower by herself since her first year at Hogwarts. The halls had been completely empty ( or, at least, that’s what Florence decided as an eleven year old ), and she’d stumbled up the stairs until entering the tower. She still remembered the way the light just barely escaped behind the glass of the clock itself, but the room was somehow still bright. People were scattered around the room as if they were afraid of each other, cuddled into their own spaces as they worked. Florence was in awe, but she always hated the space.

For one thing, the clock tower was a reminder that other people liked to be alone. Florence respected that, of course, but it also meant she liked to respect the space for what it was: a safe haven for those who liked the neat lines of solitude. 

And yet, today, Flo was at the end of her rope. The homework she was trying to finish was absolutely impossible ( Florence was convinced Professor Slughorn had purposefully made it that way ), and as she was looking for someone to ease the pain that work was currently inducing. 

She’d hoped to find a Ravenclaw; someone who would potentially be able to teach her the answer rather than give it to her. Despite all of her talk, Flo really did want to learn the material. Potions just never was her strongest subject. 

The clock tower was just as she remembered it, but the only face she saw that she even knew vaguely, was Rosalie Selwyn. While she didn’t know much about her, her red hair was a bright light from heaven, and Flo took her chance, skipping over and plopping down in a spot next to her.

“I’m so sorry to bother you, but do you happen to be any good at potions? I know this is completely out of the blue I’m just really struggling with this problem and I don’t want Slughorn to think I’m a poor student…”

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