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Prompt: Fireplace
Written for the Title Challenge
Rose brushed her hair from her face.
Rain was pounding against the windows, the wind whipping through the treetops, but the Gryffindor common room was warm and cozy, the flames in the fireplace dancing and flickering, matching the hue of Rose's hair.
Across from her sat her best friend, Scorpius. Together, they sat, hunched over books, researching a list of Arithmancy terms. Every time Rose leaned closer to a book, her waist-length hair fell over her shoulders, and every time, she brushed it away, impatient.
She did not notice the way Scorpius watched this, watched the movement of her slender hands as they flicked away the fiery red strands.
Rose looked up, and Scorpius quickly looked away from her. Staring down at the list, an idea suddenly struck him.
"I found the answer to number seven," he said.
"What is it?"
He frowned down at the book. "I don't know how to pronounce it."
"Spell it out for me," suggested Rose.
"Okay," he said. "Um, W-I-L-L-Y-O-U-G-O-O-U-T-W-I-T-H-M-E."
She stared intently at the word he had written down. "Willygooutwithme?"she said, sounding confused. "Willyougo… will you go… will you go out with me! Wait, why does it—
She looked up and saw Scorpius's brilliant red face.
"Um ," he said. "I meant… well…
Why in the name of Merlin had he done this? Why? Why? He cursed himself for his stupidity.
Rose wrote something down on a piece of paper and slid it across the table.
I-W-O-U-L-D-L-O-V-E-T-O.
Scorpius looked up. Rose was holding out her hand.
Grinning, he took it.
"Good answer?" she asked.
"The best," he replied.