"Uh Ro? Rose? Ro-ose? Rosie? Bloody hell, what's wrong with her?"
"I dunno. Is she… twitching?"
"Rose? Come on Ro, snap out of it already!"
"Merlin, you boys are idiots." SMACK.
"WHA-?" Rose Weasley whipped her head around, looking confused, before she caught sight of Al, Fred and Dom standing over her.
"What were you doing?"
Rose resumed glared at the wall at Dom's question. "Plotting ways to murder Malfoy without being sent to Azkaban for it slash trying to decide if Azkaban would be worth it."
"Why?"
"Why? Why?" Rose's voice was dangerously soft, her eyes fixed on Fred's rapidly widening ones. "Why do you think Fred?"
Dom elbowed Fred, hard, then knelt in front of Rose, her hands on Roses crossed legs.
"Rose. Sweetie."
"Don't call me sweetie Dom."
"Alright. Ro, I know you want to kill Malfoy right now. And you'd probably get away with it too. But you're not going to. You know why?"
Rose was pouting now. "Why?"
"Because you're the better person. Killing people is wrong Rosie." Fred, maybe Al, snorted.
"But Do-om…"
"No buts Ro. Moral high ground remember? Years from now, don't you want to be able to point out how much of a better person you were than him?"
"Well…" Dom suppressed a sigh of relief at the sign of weakening resolve.
"That's right Ro. Imagine the gloating…"
Rose had a dreamy look on her face now. Satisfied that her cousin wasn't about to get herself sent to Azkaban, Dom got to her feet with a groan. The Boys and her had been on their way to Quidditch practice when they'd seen Rose sitting, practically catatonic, in an armchair.
They were climbing out to the portrait hole when they heard Rose ask plaintively, "I can still hurt him right?"