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Notes: Through out this whole story, there will be many things said about Rose's chest size. It's part of the comic relief. I feel if Harry was a girl, he would have a good sized chest. That's my opinion. So, we're going with that.
Unruly Rose
"You have so few nice things. We must go shopping!" Fumiko said. Rose shook her head. She pulled her feet on the bed. She watched Fumiko pull out all her belongings. Couple of dresses. Few nice shirts. Not many jeans. Handful of underwear. Photo album. Music player. Pair of worn flats. Old fashioned cloak.
"I hate shopping," Rose stated. Fumiko pouted.
"Then at least give me your measurements! What size is this?" Fumiko held up a black bra. Rose shrugged.
"At least a 40C," Rose said. Rose didn't know anything about bra sizes, so she wasn't sure. She could be wrong. Fumiko's eyes bulged.
"That's bigger than anyone I know!" Fumiko exclaimed. Rose's cheeks reddened. Even back in England, she had one of the biggest chest. Hermoine woud make a passing comment, with Ron blushing beside her. Fred and Geroge had taken turns poking at her chest.
"Yeah, I know," Rose sighed. Fumiko puffed out her cheeks. Is this lady honestly 32? Fumiko turned in the mess she made. It was pitfully small.
"Rose-chan, we need to take you shopping! Besides, we have to go to Ouran to get your uniform fitted. You start school in three days!" Fumiko stated. Rose groaned.
"Fine!" Rose said. Fumiko clapped her hands. She grabbed all of the oversized shirts and jeans. She gingerly picked up Rose's sneakers. "We have to put these in the trash first." Rose agreed.
Rose walked behind Fumiko, who was darting around the store. Rose had gawked at all the clothing. She had also spluttered when she saw the price of them. It was clear the clothes were top of the line. They were desginers who Rose had no hope of saying. Rose was afraid to even touch them.
"What about this?" Fumiko shoved a dress towards Rose. She stared at it. It was blood red and made of silk. It was floor length, and was one shoulder. Rose shook her head.
"When will I wear that?" Rose asked. Fumiko shrugged.
"I meant for me." Rose sighed and left. She had already tried on multiple clothes. Fumiko had only accepted one shirt so far. Rose decided to leave. Rose walked down the strange place. She walked until the expensive area turned to one that looked middle class. Rose entered a promising store.
Five shops and about twenty bags later, Rose was in the limo with Fumiko, who was chattering away. The 32 year old didn't seem to realize that Rose had wandered off by herself. Rose changed into an outfit she had bought. She had pratically liked that blue color on her shirt. She tried to restrained herself, but there were many clothes that Rose liked.
"Oh. We're here! Isn't it beautifil?" Fumiko breathed. She vaulted out the car. Rose got out at a much slower pace. She looked up, up, up at the clock tower.
"It's pink," Rose said. Fumiko, who was already halfway down the walk, looked back and nodded. "It's pink!" Rose stared in shock at the school. Sure, her old school was a massive castle, but still. A bloody pink school.
"Come on, Rose-chan. We need your uniform!" Fumiko said. Rose trudged after her. Rose looked into a window. Students were listening a teacher talk. Rose checked her phone. Then back at the window.
"Fumiko-san, why are there people here on a Saturday?" Rose asked. Fumiko looked back.
"Here, we have school six days a week," Fumiko answered. Rose sighed. You have got to be kidding me. Rose pulled her gloves higher. She had bought extra gloves of a variety of colors and lengths. Now, she was wearing a pair of elbow length grey gloves that matched her blue shirt.
They entered what looked like a fitting room. A perky brunette was reading a magizine at her desk. She look up and saw the newcomers. She smiled and flounced to where they were. She bowed.
"Hello! How may I help you two?" the woman asked. Fumiko smiled. She grabbed Rose's arm and pulled her in front of her.
"We are here for a uniform. Mind you,we may have to adjust it, due to her chest size," Fumiko said with a serious expression. Rose blushed as the two ladies openly gawked at Rose's chest. Rose weakly tried to cover her chest with her free arm.
"Can we just get my uniform?" Rose asked. The lady smiled and pulled Rose behind a screen. The lady rumaged around a closet before coming out with an armful of the same uniform.
It was a fitted bodice type dress. It was a canary yellow, Rose imagined. It had a point white collar with a red tie around it. It had long sleeves that ended with another white collar. On the shoulders, it had poof to it. The dress stopped at mid calf. White stockings were in the woman's hand.
Adorable. That's what Rose first thought when she saw the dress. It was adorable. The Hogwarts uniform had a more edgy feel to it. She could only imagine what Ron and Hermoine would say.
"Let's try all of these on!" The lady said. Rose sighed, but complied. What could be the damage, right? It's not like there wasn't one her size.
"I can't believe there wasn't any your size! Not a single one was big enough to fit you. She even had to measure your chest since all the others wasn't even close! I knew your clevage was big, but they're humongous for a tiny thing such as yourself!" Fumiko rambled. Rose put a gloved hand to her cheek.
"Oh, come on! It's not that big of a deal!" Rose said. Fumiko pouted.
"It's a big deal," Fumiko replied. Rose only sighed. Fumiko prattled on. Rose took out her phone. She went through her contacts and chose Ron's. Chances are he had his phone turned on. The ringing went on for two rings before someone picked up.
"Rose!" Ron said. Rose smiled. It was good to hear English again.
"Hey, Ron. How is everyone?" Rose asked.
"Fine. Everyone just woke up. I'm waiting for Lavender," Ron said. Rose frowned.
"Don't you mean Hermoine?" Rose asked.
"Er, no. Bloody hell, I forgot you don't know," Ron said. Rose shifted in her seat. She could imagine Ron's face redder than his hair. "Lavender's my girlfriend."
Rose choked on air. "Really? You and Lavender? Since when?"
"It happened during the train ride. I helped her find Parvatil, and she kissed me on the cheek. Things have gone uphill since then," Ron explained. Rose blinked.
"Does that mean you have had your first kiss?" Rose asked. She heard Ron splutter.
"I'll have you know we have kissed multiple times since then!" Ron said. Rose snorted.
"It's only been a month," Rose said in a deadpanned voice. Ron made a noise.
"I know," Ron muttered. Rose heard a pair of footsteps coming through the phone.
"Won-Won! Who's on the phone?" Lavender asked. Rose giggled into her hand.
"I'm talking to Rose," Ron told her. Lavender screamed something into the phone. It sounded closely to a hello.
"Nice to hear from you too," Rose said.
"Have to go. Bye," Ron said.
"Bye, Won-Won," Rose said. All she heard was the phone getting cut off. Rose laughed. Fumiko, who was still talking, glanced at Rose, before rattling on. Rose decided to text Hermoine. Hopefully her phone was on by now.
So, Won-Won?,Rose texted. She recieved an immedite response.
It's revolting. All they do is suck each others face!
Someone sounds jealous.
I'm not. It's just annoying and disgusting.
Hang in there. You'll get through this. Rose replied.
I have been too scarred by all that. I doubt it, Hermoine wrote back.
Rose chuckled and turned her phone. They were nearing the mansion. Rose leaned her head back. She glanced at Fumiko. She was talking something about koala bears. Rose sighed. Three days was all she had left of peace. Then she was going to be thrown into a world of crazy. She always is.
sailormoonserenity99: The words I must not tell lies were tattooed. Instead of ink, it was only needle. If that makes sense.
