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Rosie's P.O.V.
The name IS fixed!
The Black Rose
Chapter Five: Meetings
I turned to see him walk off into an odd store. His bright green hair made me chuckle. I walked into the record store that I had been in the day before. The cashier greeted me. "Hey," he said lightly.
"Hi," I said.
"I brought in a high class chair. You're welcome to sit on it," he smiled.
"Thanks," I said. I shoved out my hand. "Rosie."
He shook my hand. "Dennis," he said.
I smiled and sat down on the chair. I put the bag beside me and stretched out. I ran my tongue against my clean teeth. "You don't mind?" I asked.
He looked around. "Just so long as my boss doesn't show up. I doubt he will, the lazy bastard is hardly in the damned store," he chuckled lightly.
"Thanks... a lot," I said.
He went back to reading a magazine stretched out on the counter. I pulled the gum out of my pocket. I read over all the ingredients. I recognized none of them. "Watcha got there?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Oh," I said, handing him the pack of gum. "It's gum; I don't recognize the brand. At least my teeth'll be clean."
He read it, and his eyes widened. "Where on earth did you get this?" he asked.
"One of my friends gave it to me. The blonde boy that was in your store yesterday," I said, hoping he'd remember him.
"Oh yes. The one who called you a muggle?" he said, calmly.
"There's that word again. What the hell does it mean?" I asked.
He looked around. "Nothing," he smiled.
"Bullshit," I said, standing from my chair.
"Did he give you the roses too?" he asked, pointing to my bag.
I looked at it. "Yes, he did," I said.
"Any clue how he made them?" he asked.
I chuckled. "Paint I suppose," I said.
"Hogwarts?" he asked me.
"No thank you," I raised an eyebrow. "What exactly do you mean?"
Again his eyes wandered. "It's a surprised expression," he said.
"You're not good at lying," I muttered, trying to get more comfortable on the chair.
He handed back the gum and tossed over a blanket. "Do you want a chocolate bar?" he asked, looking over the front of the counter.
"No money," I said, wrapping up in the blanket.
"I'll pay for it," he smiled lightly.
I smiled back. Sweet deal. "Okay!"
He tossed the chocolate bar, and I gracefully missed, while several people walked into the room. I quickly observed them. There was a girl, shorter than the rest, with brown... or dirty blonde... I couldn't tell, curls. She seemed to take control. "Do you have aspirin or anything?" she asked Dennis.
"Yeah, sure," he said, and continued.
I tuned him out to observe the four guys with her. Two of them seemed to have the same idea. They were identical twins, both with messy red hair. They were much taller than the other two. The third boy also had shaggy red hair and the fourth had dark brown and glasses. One of the twins smiled at me. "Hi, I'm George!" he said.
"Hi," I smiled.
"And I'm Fred!" the second twin said, shoving George out of the way.
"I'm Rosie," I said.
"I adore your green eyes!" Fred, at least I think it was Fred, said.
"Thank you," I said shyly.
Dennis looked up at me. "Hogwarts?" he asked them.
"Yeah," the brown-haired boy said.
"Why'd they let you out?" Dennis asked.
"Hermione needed ..." he looked over at me. "Certain aspirin that we didn't have."
"Ah, and those two are supposed to be your role models?" Dennis asked, looking over at Fred and George.
"Yes," the red-haired boy seemed to sigh. "There's one more around here too, but he's at the store across the street."
The brown-haired boy acknowledged me. "Where'd you get the roses?" he asked.
"A friend gave them to me," I said, noticing my bag beside me.
The girl... Hermione... looked towards me. "Draco?" she asked.
"Blonde... well I guess green hair?" I asked, making sure we were both talking to the same person.
"Yes," she said. "He actually gave you flowers?"
"He did," I said, smiling lightly.
The brown-haired boy laughed. "So you're the girl he's been raving about," he said.
"I guess," I muttered.
"Harry, Harry Potter," he said putting out his hand.
"Rosie," I said, ignoring it.
He awkwardly shoved it in his pocket. "Harry Potter?" Dennis asked.
"Yes," Harry said.
"It's an honor to meet you!" he smiled and started to obsess over him.
I tuned out their conversation and turned my attention to the last person who hadn't introduced himself. "And you are?" I asked in his direction.
"Ron Weasly," he said.
"Weasly? Arthur Weasly's child?" I asked.
He nodded. "Yes..."
"Is Percy around?" I asked, too excited.
I noticed Percy open the store door. "Percy!" I got up from my seat to maul him.
"Rosie!" he smiled. "It's been a while."
I fixed my hair. "It has, I've met your siblings," I said, proudly.
Of course, I just guessed George and Fred were siblings. He smiled. "Of course they aren't as great as me, are they?"
"The twins come close," I said.
He laughed. "Everyone loves the twins," he talked as if they weren't there. "How are things? What're you doing here, in the middle of the night?"
I noticed Harry had stopped talking to Dennis. I quickly changed the topic. "Harry are you going to see Draco?" I asked.
"Yeah," he muttered.
"Can you tell him 3:30?" I asked. "I forgot to tell him a time."
"Wait," Percy said. "You're seeing Draco?"
I nodded. "I am... I guess," I said.
Harry smirked. "Yeah, I'll tell him," he said, holding in a laugh.
"We better run," Ron said.
Percy smiled. "I'll see you later," he said.
One of the twins grabbed my hand. "It was a pleasure," he smiled.
I laughed lightly and watched them leave. "Nice people," Dennis said.
"Yeah," I smiled and sat back down on the chair. "I hope so."