Post by rose ariel weasley on May 14, 2009 7:25:47 GMT -6
i'm screaming i love you so, on my own ,
MY THOUGHTS YOU CAN'T DECODE ,[/font]
how did we get here; i used to know you so well ,[/color][/font]
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Sunlight streamed through the window, early morning sunlight peeking it way through the clouds that hung in the sky. The castle was awaking, the sunlight making it glow in a ethreal kind of way that one would only see if they watched the sunrise; like many things in the world, another beautiful thing that was always unobserved. The curtains, parted slightly, threw a thin slice of light into the room. It was still dark, but threre was one person awake in the Gryffindor 5th Year Girls Common Room. Rose Weasley sat crossed-legged in the middle of her four-poster, still in her bed clothes, a simple teeshirt and long sweats. Her brown hair, still mussed from sleep, was over one shoulder, her slim fingers tangling themselves in the ends. It was 6:21am, and it was highly unusual for Rose to be up early - she'd inherited her father's love for staying in bed - but she'd gone to bed early, about half nine, because she'd been playing Quidditch for nearly all of the day and was exhausted by dinnertime. She'd been dead on her feet, and her roommates had practically dragged her to her bed, half-asleep, before she spent the night on the common room sofa.
She sighed deeply, drumming her fingers slightly on the crimson bedcovers. She'd have to get up soon, she couldn't stay here forever and listen to her roommate's snoring. It was slowly but surely driving her crazy. She was a deep sleeper, but listening to it right now was getting beyond a joke. Rose eased herself slowly off her bed, not wanting to wake her roommates (she'd get annihilated for it later) and, grabbing her robes, set for the shower. She silencoed the door, all a precaution to her still-sleeping roommates. Making sure the door was locked, she stripped, and entered the steaming shower. She sighed. A shower always helped relax her, if she was stressed from studying, annoyed by a friend, or fustrated at losing a Quidditch match, no matter what, the combination of hot water, soothing smell of the shower gel and the feel of water running down her back never failed to soothe her. She washed her hair quickly with her favourite shampoo, making her hair smell like chocolate. She always smelt the shampoo and had to physically stop herself from eating it. She exited the shower a mere fifteen minutes after she entered.
Rose sat down at her dressing table, brushing her flyaway hair impatiently. She knew she had to get it dry now, because if it air-dried she resembled her mother in first year; basically, a bushy-haired girl. She pointed her wand and recited the incantation she'd learnt off by heart mere hours after she got her wand. Her hair fell straight around her shoulders, and Rose sighed. Now she'd have to curl it to get the result she wanted. So she wound strands of hair around her wand, watching in the mirror as it curled slowly. She was starting to look slightly more awake after her shower, but still had to rub bits of sleep caught in her blue eye out as she waited for the curls to set. Soon, they were done. She looked at the clock. 7:12am. The Great Hall would be open for breakfast now, and Rose laid a hand on her stomach as it grumbled at the thought of food. She smiled, and grabbing her robe that was laid on the bed, made her way down the stairs from the common room.
She could do this route off by heart if she wanted to, she'd done it son many times. Right down the Grand Staircase, into the Entrance Hall, and then finally into the Great Hall. She waved to a friend of her's from Ravenclaw, chatting idley with her as they made their way into the Great Hall, but parted ways as she left for the Ravenclaw table, which Rose walked over to the Gryffindor table. Sparsely populated, she noted as she sat down, with only a group of First Years and a Seventh Year present, neither of which Rose wanted to sit with, so she sat herself, knowing that her friends would come soon. She helped herself to some breakfast, scooping up some sausages, eggs and bacon onto her plate. Rose was always hungry in the morning - her family had joked that she'd inherited her father's 'Weasley Appetite', but the question was, in the Weasley family, who hadn't?
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POST STATUS:[/color] complete.
TEMPLATE CREDIT TO:[/color] sydknee says!
BANNER CREDIT TO:[/color] caution.
LYRICS CREDIT TO:[/color] paramore, decode.
ROLEPLAYING WITH:[/color] open.
WHERE WE AT?:[/color] the great hall.
WORD COUNT:[/color] enough xD
LOOKING LIKE:[/color] gryffindor robes.
NOTES:[/color] this is oppeeeen!!
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