Author's Note: My first Harry Potter next generation fic. This is a story challenge by Kyota-Chan. I hope you like it. Also, I think Teddy is 8 years older than Rose, if not then sorry for the mistake.
Purify the Heart
Thirteen
"A mighty pain to love it is,
And 'tis a pain that pain to miss;
But of all pains, the greatest pain
It is to love, but love in vain."
-Abraham Cowley
Yesterday morning she was twelve and crushed. But today would be different.
Everyone was dancing.
Their cups full with butterbeer before they tipped over, the tasty beverage sloshing all over the floor that her mother had worked so hard to keep clean all week.
Rosie couldn't help but sigh at this and slightly grip her wand, hidden beneath her robes.
She was so tempted to try and clean it up. Why must their relatives always be this way at a party?
Especially her birthday party. It wasn't every day a young girl turns thirteen.
Ah, the ripe age of 13.
Rose Weasley thought this a great day in her life, the age of thirteen. She would no longer be treated like a child yet not fully an adult. She was at the good age of dating.
Oh how her father had had a fit when she had quietly asked this at the dinner table weeks ago. He wasn't ready for his little Rosie to grow up just yet.
She knew her mother had questions to ask but she withdrew them.
Ron had insisted that she date when he he had, which was in in 6th year. That, Rose thought, would take too long. It was bad enough people were still calling her "Rosie" instead of Rose.
Besides the fact of the number representing her years, "Rosie" was a sure way of someone being a child still.
This would not be okay.
She needed to be older. Wiser. More mature.
Or at least seem that way in his eyes.
She wanted him to think that she was funny, brilliant and mature enough like he did her cousin Vicky.
Oh how she had come to dislike Vicky over the past few months.
Precious Vicky got all of Teddy's attention. She was beautiful and always somewhere in the conversation and it bothered her. Why couldn't Teddy look at her like that?
Even now, she stood quietly in the back of the crowd as she watched the two dance together. The mess on the floor clearly forgotten now as her heart was gripped with thorns of envy, the poisonous vain trickling in. Tears stinging ever so lightly on her eyes.
He had turned to look at the surroundings only to have his eyes meet with hers.
Quickly, her blue eyes darted down to the slushy and sticky floor. Pretending to have barely noticed the mess she rushed into the kitchen.
Thirteen but still crushed.