A/N: Don't mind me; I'm just being silly, messing about with things not my own.
By Any Other Name
Absinth/Wormwood: Separation and Torment of Love
Rose leaned against the wall, staring up at the ceiling. She could hear her friend, Alice, sobbing on the bed next to her. She ran her fingers through her hair.
"Alice," she said softly, "do you want me to get you some chocolate?"
"Yes," Alice wailed. Rose backed out of the dormitory and hurried down the stairs.
"Hey, Rose," her cousin said calmly when she reached the bottom. "Another chocolate run?"
"Absolutely," Rose said, flopping onto the couch next to him. She held out her hand. Albus dropped a bar of Honeyduke's chocolate into it. Rose leaned back against the couch – Alice thought she was going all the way down to the kitchens, so she had a brief respite.
"When do you think she'll realize that he'll be back in a week?" Albus asked.
"No idea," Rose mumbled. "Merlin, I hope it's soon."
"Think she'll cheer up for Easter?"
"Cheering Charm if she doesn't."
"You wouldn't."
"If she keeps this up, I would."
"It can't be that bad," Albus said. Rose rubbed her eyes with her hands.
"It's not," she said. "It's worse."
"Girls and their bloody emotions," Albus said. "I'm so glad to be a bloke…"
"Yes, this way you can have the emotional range of a toothpick."
"You stole that from your mum."
"It applies."
"Only—"
"Rooose," came a tortured wail from upstairs. Both cousins looked up with identical grimaces on their faces.
"Just a second, Alice," Rose called. She was answered with a loud sob. She pushed herself up off the couch with a groan. "Wish me luck," she muttered to Albus.
A/N: This is the first in a series of Next-Gen drabbles. They will all be centered around a flower and its traditional meaning. For a fun bonus, you can google the flower to see what it looks like, then review.
Or you can do the sane thing and raise an eyebrow, then edge away from your computer. Either way. :)