Rose balances precariously on the edge of the owlery window, her head tilted back and eyes closed with her arms out wide to balance herself.
Megan glances up from where she's hastily scribbling a letter to her parents. "Rose, you're going to kill yourself one day - and just so you know, I'm not going to be the one to tell your parents. They'll murder me if I get you killed."
Rose shrugs carelessly. "I'd rather it be me killing myself than having someone doing it."
"You'll have me killing you soon if you don't shut up," Megan mutters with a roll of her eyes.
Rose's hand flies melodramatically over her heart. "Oh, that hurts me! It feels like a thousand knives stabbing my body all at once! Ah, the pain!"
They're not similar in the least, but they share a strange friendship. There's about three years between them, and they still see each other for who they are. Megan's still that bitch who nobody really likes, and Rose is still that dangerous joker who should have been sorted into Gryffindor.
"So, Megan, what does it feel like to have Ernie's tongue in your mouth?" Rose teases after a minute or two, a wicked grin playing on her lips. "I bet it feels reaaalllyyy -"
Megan cut hers off with a knowing smirk, "- Don't be jealous, Rose. Just because you want Dennis to kiss you..."
This stops Rose in her tracks, and she nearly falls off the window ledge by looking up too sharply, causing Megan to scream out. As Rose steadies herself, she asks calmly, "What about Dennis? I don't want to kiss him! He's my sworn enemy."
Megan ignores this. She's too caught up in thoughts of Rose tumbling to her death as she shrieks, "God, you're an idiot, Rose! What if you had fallen off?"
"Better me than someone else?"
A/N: Thoughts? :)
