If someone told you that without a doubt you would fall in love with someone, would you believe it? What if it was yourself who told you? Would you accept it? Or try not to think about it? Yeah, same here. 

“WHAT THE HELL?!”

“Ah, Sleeping Beauty has woken up at last!” Anna whispered.

“Just look innocent,” I reminded them, “I’d rather like to live to see tomorrow.”

“Lysanader,” I asked breathlessly, “You seen Rose?”

“Rose?”

“Yes, her. Red hair, bloody annoying, one of my best friends?”

“She passed by not too long ago. Looked like she was running from Bouncing Humbledingers.”

“Er, right. Thanks.”