All her life, Rose had heard lines from Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet; "O Romeo, Romeo! Wherefore art thou, Romeo?"; "Goodnight, goodnight! Parting is such sweet sorrow, that I shall say goodnight till it be morrow"; "What's in a name? That which we call a rose by any other word would smell as sweet". The last was the worst of all, for she heard it quite often.
Whenever she thought of how much Shakespeare she had heard, Rose had to take calming, deep breaths. Just breathe, she would tell herself. It honestly made her very angry.
"What's in a name?"
Well, Rose is her name, and her only name, so she would rather be called by that than anything else, thank you very much. As much as she would like to say that she transcended her name, the name Rose defined her. She was Rose in every which way.
Rose Tyler didn't have to deal with Shakespeare, now did she? Granted, she was a fictional character, but Rose Weasley still thought it unfair.
However, she supposed, she probably did not get as many quotes from Romeo and Juliet as Lysander Scamander did from A Midsummer Night's Dream.
Now, Lysander, he hated Shakespeare; "Lord, what fools these mortals be"; "The course of true love never did run smooth"; "I am, my lord, as well derived as he, as well possess'd, my love is more than his". All of them were as bad as the next, and Lysander could not stand it!
Rose found Lysander crying in the Burrow. It took a lot to make him cry, but there he was, sobbing like a baby.
"Breathe," she told him. "Just breathe."
In and out, the air came and went. When he stopped and only thought of the rise and fall of his chest, he calmed down greatly. They parted soon after, and Rose gained a new respect for him.
As she opened the door to her room, Rose was greeted with an wonderful sight. There were rose petals everywhere, and a note lay on her bed. It read:
"Of all the flowers, methinks a rose is best."
Lysander