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The next day Rosie found herself, yet again, with Al. This time they were in her room. The walls were a lilac color with dark purple trim and her carpet was fluffy and white. Rose was not what one would call a girly-girl, but she knew it would break her dad's heart if she told him she had given up on her "pretty princess bedrooms." It was bad enough for him when she was eight and told him that she was no longer fond of the bright pink inhabiting her bedroom walls.

Rosie was sprawled across the bed with Al on the floor next to her.

"So are you going to invite Scor over anytime soon this summer?" she questioned excitedly.

Al nodded. "Yep. Just owled him. I haven't gotten his response yet . . . I'm not entirely sure how things are going for him back home . . ."

Scor did not often talk about what his life was like at home to his two best friends, but from what Rose and Al had managed to gather, at least one of his parents was not too happy about his being sorted into Gryffindor along with the two of them.

Rose did not press the topic any further, knowing that Albus knew just about as much as she did when it came to Scor's home life.

Suddenly, there was a knock on Rose's door. "Rosie?" it was her father. "Can I come in?"

"Hey, Rosie, I think I'm going to have to go soon . . . Fred's at the house with James and who knows what they'll be getting up to together. . . ." said Al, getting up to go.

George's son was just like him when it came to pranking and wreaking havoc. And James was his partner-in-crime.

Rosie laughed. "Yeah, you're probably right, Al. Anyway, I'll see you soon. Let me know if you hear from Scor." She dismissed him casually despite knowing that that had just been an excuse to get away from having to be in the room during the conversation between herself and her father which could range anywhere from calm and cheery to fuming and melodramatic. She did not blame Al for wanting to stay out of it.

"Hey, Dad," she said, once Al left, trying to keep her tone nonchalant. "What's up?"

Her dad squat to sit right beside her. "Rose, would you mind terribly if I went out with Bailey tomorrow? She - She said that it was important, and I know it was our special day planned together, but . . ."

"What?" Rose was confused. "But, Dad, you promised that tomorrow would be our special day together to celebrate me being home. Just the two of us. And now you're going to spend it all with her?"

Her father grimaced.

Rose touched her fair-skinned cheek thoughtfully. "Oh."

"Oh, what?"

"Oh, now I realize what's going on here," she said flatly.

"A-And what is that?" his voice was lower than usual.

"You forgot."

"Aw, Rosie-"

"You forgot. We've been planning to spend the first Saturday that I'm home together with just the two of us since before I left for school! And you forgot!"

"Rose-"

"Don't 'Rose' me. You have not even given me the chance to tell you about my first year at Hogwarts yet! Which, by the way, was lovely, thank you very much. Better than things are turning out back here anyway." She grumbled the last part but Ron heard.

The expression on his face was filled with hurt, but as that moment, Rosie did not soften.

Didn't he realize that she was hurt as well - more than he was! She hadn't seen him since Easter for heaven's sake, and one of the only things he'd spoken to her about was freakin' Bailey April! Was she all he thought of these days? What about Rose?

She could feel the preliminary tears forming in her eyes and she clenched her fists. How could this be happening? How could her life have been turned upside down like this so quickly and with no advance warning?

She tried to contain herself when she spoke, but her voice still shook slightly.

"Why didn't you tell me?" she asked. Before he could answer, she posed another question. "How long have you two been together, anyway?"

Ron swallowed hard. "A while, Rosie, but-"

"A while meaning . . ."

"Meaning like a little after Christmas."

He closed his eyes tightly in anticipation of her reaction.

"A little after Christmas?!" she flung herself off the bed and plopped down on the floor with her arms folded across her chest. She let her red hair fall in front of her face as if to shield it. "Well then, I think you have a lot of explaining to so right now, Dad. Because we're far past a little after Christmas and I just met the woman two days ago. I saw you over Easter!" she felt betrayed. "We wrote to each other countless times! Did you not think it important enough to mention? Because she seems to be pretty important to you right now!" Her face was hot and she knew it appeared bright red. The tears in her eyes kept coming and she couldn't stop them, nor did she want to.

"Rose! Rosie, baby, I'm sorry. I'm so so sorry."

"If you were sorry you wouldn't have done it."

"I-"

"And maybe I'm not as important to you as I thought I was!" she cried, exasperated. "You always tell me that I'm the most important woman in your life, but I guess that's not true at all anymore, now is it? Bailey's clearly way at the top of your list and I'm way down at the bottom. And there's not even anyone in between us. Just a gap of space that you allow her to occupy because you care about her so much, even though you met her all of a few months ago, while I'm your daughter!"

She allowed her dad to hold her as she cried, even though he was the very person to which her anger was directed. It was almost as if she did not know what she was doing, until he began to stroke her cheek with one hand and her hair with the other like he did when she was younger.

"Maybe you should just go, Dad."

"What? But, Rosie, I want to-"

"Just go, Dad. Have fun with Bailey tomorrow. I'll find someone to spend my day with." Her tone was cold as ice, and she knew that her words were piercing through his heart hard, but she didn't care. He could go do what he wanted with stinking Bailey April and she would not even give it a second though. Nope. She didn't care in the slightest.

"Like now would be a good time," she added, in the same cold tone when he did not respond to her words.

This time, he obeyed and Rose returned to her bed, staring him down hard his whole way out with the bright blue eyes she had inherited from the very man she was using them against.

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