Wow, thank you so much to everyone who favorited and followed this story! It's something I've had swimming in my head for awhile. I think JK built such an amazing world, and I love the idea of the Weasley /Potter kids taking on careers vastly different from their parents and exploring what that might look like in the magical world. (plus, my favorite Scor/Rose stories are the ones that happen Post-Hogwarts.)
These first few chapters will feel very exposition heavy. (I'm going to try to get through that as fast as possible so we can get to the juicy stuff). There's a lot of back story to set up, especially with Ron being gone. This chapter is going to give way more insight into Rose's childhood, her relationship with her parent(s) and her friendship with Scorpius.
Last thing, I imagined Golden Trio having a similar look and sound to The 1975. So If you want/need a visual, I'd look them up. To me, magical music has a lot of layered sounds, looping, synth and very interesting orchestral movements.
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Rose dreamt of the Burrow that night…
It was a dream she had been having frequently. She was lying on the rug next to the hearth. she could feel the fibers of the woven material beneath her fingers…smell the musky, earthy scent of the wooden beams that stretched across the ceiling. She could hear the familiar crackle of the wood…the whir of outside crickets…the creak of someone moving across the floor upstairs. She felt very small, yet safe and warm.
All of a sudden, a hand would reach out of the fireplace. She wouldn't notice it at first, but the hand would slowly reach until it could curl it's fingers around her ankle. The hand would begin to yank her, pulling her body towards the fire. She would kick and scratch and scream, but no words would come out of her mouth. She would fall into the fireplace, her body feeling like it was burning. All at once she would tumble out into another living room. Like like the Burrow, but cold and grey. No smells, no fire…and silent. So silent. She could hear the pounding of her own heart. Slowly, her body would begin to grow. Her limbs would stretch and ache till she had filled the space. She couldn't move, she was trapped. She would start to cry…fat, ugly tears that would splash onto the floor beneath her.
Typically, this is where she would wake-up, startled as if she was flung out of her sleep, catching her breath. However, there was something different this evening. She could hear a faint noise coming from outside the walls of the house…a sweet, melancholy sound…a familiar tune. She wanted so badly to run outside, better hear the song. It was intoxicating and heart-breaking. She tried to move again, but she was stuck, the wooden walls trapping her body in place.
Oh God, she thought Please wake up, please wake up…wake up…Wake Up!
"-Wake-up. Wake-up." a pulsing from her wand and a monotonous tone, thankfully, allowed her to push the dreamworld back into its place.
"Wake-up. Wake-up. Wake-up. Wak-" she grabbed her wand, flicking it upwards to silence the alarm. It took a moment to reorient herself to where exactly she was waking up. She bolted upwards in a panic What time was it? Where was she? Where was Al? Had they missed their interview? How had she gotten into a bed?
She scanned the room for a clock. 8:00am. Thank God. She further scanned the room, noting the two sleeping figures in the bed next to her own. Scorp and Marty. A shower was running in a room adjacent, steam pouring out through a crack in the door. She got up and knocked softly.
"Al?"
Silence.
"Al?" she said bit louder. She could see Scorpius turn in his sleep. "Al, I'm just making sure you're alive."
The door suddenly swung open, flinging steam through the room, a large smile was plastered onto Albus's face. "Very much so!"
He walked past her so suddenly, she didn't get a good look at him. He practically bounded to the front door, opening it and exclaiming "Breakfast! Merci, Maurice!"
He carried the tray into the bedroom and set it down on the table, facing away from her. She could tell he was keeping his eyes out her sight on purpose. He was always horrible at being inconspicuous…
She rounded on him, taking in his countenance for the first time since the evening before.
"Albus Severus Potter!" she gasped, forcefully grabbing his chin and bringing it towards her. There were two dark, purple bruises beneath his eyes and a split lip that was barely beginning to heal. "You git! Did you think I wouldn't notice this?!"
She jerked his head from side to side, inspecting the damage.
"I'm sorry, Rosie" he said, "I tried my best to heal it myself this morning". To his credit, he did sound sorry. Or at least as sorry as she'd heard him be before.
"Nadia's going to have a field day with me…" she sighed. Her head began to pound. She must have gotten less than three hours of sleep. "Do I even want to know what happened? And..when did this even happen? When did you get in? Have you slept at all?!"
He gave her a sheepish look.
"No sleep for Al-hey" a groggy voice called from the bed. Marty hobbled out towards the breakfast tray, pouring himself a large cup of coffee.
She glared at her cousin, "This junket is important, Al. The label is looking to push the album outside of London. That means these interviews need to be flawless. They want to see a gorgeous, tortured artist. Not a brainless, drunk idiot who hasn't slept in days."
He pouted, "I am sorry, Rose. I promise, they'll love me." he clasped his hands together and rung them dramatically, crying, "Dear, sweet cousin! Please forgive me! I treasure the very ground you walk on. I, nay-, everyone who is graced by your presence, is better off for it! You-"
"-can you please give in, Weasley?" a voice grunted from the bed, "I'd like to spend the rest of my morning refraining from ripping off the head of my band mate." Scorpius was not a morning person.
Rose's wand began to pulse where she had left it in her bed, "That'll be Nadia… Mart, be a love and let her up."
As Marty left the hotel room, she gave a final glare to Albus, lightly smacking him upside the head, "Be better. And drink some water." she chastised.
The room was a flurry of movement from that point on. Nadia came upstairs, fussing and fuming over Al's state. However, a kind word about the dress she was wearing and a thoughtful inquiry about her children was all it took for her to be charmed by him, once again. That's my boy, Rose thought.
She poured a generous cup of coffee and set it next to the sleeping blonde. She paused for a moment, taking in his still, calm form. She found herself slightly hypnotized by the rise and fall of his chest, the deep rhythmic breaths…the hair covering his face. She wanted to push them away…sweep them off his forehead, something she wouldn't have hesitated to do with Al, or even Marty, but with Scorpius…
Not the time, Rose.
She placed a hand on his leg and shook gently.
"Fuck off", he groaned, turning over.
"What a greeting!" Rose laughed, shaking his leg again. He turned over at the sound of her voice, his cheeks were red.
"Oh shit- Wesley. I'm sorry. I thought you were Marty."
She handed him the steaming mug, "You can tell me to fuck off if you like, Malfoy." he accepted it gratefully and took a sip, "I won't. But you can still try."
He smiled into the coffee cup and took another sip.
"What time is it?" His voice was hoarse.
"You've got about forty-five minutes till your first interview.", she said, moving back to sit on her own bed, "but, I can probably push it back another thirty if you need me to."
"No, that's alright" he said, cleaning his throat and taking in the room.
"I don't remember getting in last night" she said, "How long have we been here?"
"Maurice, the owner of the building…lovely man…came in around six. He felt awful about us having to wait…put us up in the nicest room." he took another sip. "He told me Stubby Boardman once tried to kill himself during a stay here."
Rose raised her eyebrows, "How romantic."
"Passionate.", He chuckled.
"Was Al much trouble last night?"
Scorpius looked at his coffee cup, not saying a word.
"Was he-?!" Marty launched himself on the bed, now fully-dressed "Scorp-hey had to go out and bloody drag him back, we barely got inna couple hours 'go"
She widened her eyes at the blonde sitting in front of her, "You should have had me go out after him. You could have slept for another hour at least…"
"Couldn't bear to wake you up-hey" Marty chuckled, "carried you up the stairs like a regular prince charmin' he did."
Scorpius ignored him and finished the last of his coffee. Rose sighed, trying not to notice the slight twinge in her heart at the thought.
"Thank you…" she got up, holding her hand out to take the empty mug, "Next time, sleep. Please. It's your beautifulface they want to see fresh and ready, not mine."
She stepped closer to him, patting his cheek lightly and adopting an affected italian accent, "my beautiful boy… you bring-a your mama so much joy."
He rolled his eyes and smiled, "But Ma!"
She kissed the tips of her fingers dramatically, tossing them in the air. She ignored the way should could still feel the heat of his cheeks and the scratch of his stubble against her palm…
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"So boys, tell us about the past year…"
Rose was struggling to keep her eyes open. The constant onslaught of reporters and interviewers for the whole of the day had left her feeling drained. She was seated in a chair behind the reporter, practically slumped to a sleeping position.
It was her job to make sure they were staying true to their time slots. Better known as 'graciously kicking persons out of the hotel room to usher the next questioner in'.
She was also there to make sure no one asked any questions deemed to…personal.
"Some have described your success as meteoric. It's been seemingly non-stop since your single My Amortenia came out last July.."
There was something truly depleting about being asked the same questions over and over again. She could only imagine how the trio being interrogated felt. This particular inquiry was an apparent favorite amongst that days journalists.
"Well…Sylvia-was it?" Albus began, "This year has been absolutely incredible…"
True to his word, Albus had been nothing short of incredible the entire morning. He was engaging, funny, charming and dedicated to keeping the morale up of his two bandmates. The Al she knew and loved.
"However- we've been putting in the work for years now… I'm sure you know- Golden Trio started when we were still at school- Hogwarts. We'd been playing small shows in pubs for years before we-"
"-Interesting…Was it always the same three members?" the polished woman abruptly asked, although it seemed as if she already knew the answer. Rose could feel her stomach begin to knot. Al…don't say it.. don't say it..
"No, actually! Marty came on after we graduated and started playing larger shows. Before that, the third member was my co-"
"-Our third member gracefully stepped into a less public role once we started playing larger arenas" Scorpius interjected, his eyes flitting to Rose for a moment, "They didn't love the uh…limelight as much as us three… egomaniacs do." he flashed the reporter a charming smile.
The reporter laughed lightly. Rose sighed silently with relief.
Al, slightly miffed he had been interrupted, said, "Yes… now they just write songs for us."
"Oh. Do you boys not write your own music?" She questioned. Geez, this woman is out for blood.
"It's more of a collaborative effort. Always has been." Al quipped quickly, understanding the reporters implication. He changed his tone to a more wistful one "My Amortenia was written after a show we played in Manchester. There was this…girl, a fan. I saw her in the crowd. I couldn't get her out of my head. We sat in the hotel room later that night and wrote it all in less than an evening."
Rose could have laughed. At least he knows how to turn it on.. The song in question had nothing to do with a girl or a hotel. It was written at the request of the label. They wanted something pop and marketable to their young fans and it had just about killed Rose writing it.
The reporter bought it. "How romantic… did you ever find the girl?"
Al sighed theatrically, "I never did… she's out there… somewhere."
Rose caught a very subtle eye-roll from Scorpius.
"I'm curious about the name…Golden Trio." The reporter said, rounding back on her interrogations. "It was once used to describe the three young wizards who were crucial in the ending of the Second Wizarding War…and also so happen to be the direct relations to you, Mr. Potter…"
Rose tensed. This question had been asked before…with mixed results from Al. She was unsure of how he was going to react, especially considering the letter she knew was still waiting, unopened at the bottom of his trunk.
"Well…", he started, "The name had a much more political connotation 30 years ago. We wanted to take something that was used by the press…and the ministry to-" his voice became tinged with a mild anger, "-to railroad my family into compliance-"
Rose tensed further, Come on Al…keep it together…
"and-" he looked at her for a moment. She could see him reorient himself internally, "And- we just wanted give it a bit of fun…you know?" he smiled with mirth, "Also… Trio. One… two… three" he jested, pointing to himself, then Scorpius, then Marty.
"And what does you father think of it? The name." she countered, unflinchingly.
Al stared her down, a small smile on his face, "He thinks it's a right laugh. He loves it."
On that note, Rose called out, "One minute. Lets wrap up our questions, please."
An icy smile from the interviewer. "I wanted to do some easy lightning round questions to end. These questions came from our readers who wanted to know a bit more about the boys. Nothing too prying, don't worry."
The boys nodded.
"Lovely." she said, "I'll go down one-by-one."
She turned to Marty,
"Alright, tea or coffee, love?"
"Hmm..tea, when 'm at home. Coffee when 'm on the road-hey."
She turned to Albus, "A night in, or a night out?"
"…There's nothing I love more than spending the evening at home cooking, or just cozied up with close friends and family-"
A rolled eye from Rose.
"Lovely" she turned to Scorpius, with an abrupt change in tone "Have you ever been in love?"
His eyes widened slightly, but his exterior stayed cool. "Oh absolutely." he said calmly, "Have you ever had tiramisu? I am completely devoted to the pastry."
"Times-up!" Rose called out, getting up from her chair and ushering the woman out of the hotel room. "Thank-you so much for coming. So lovely to have you."
There was a deep exhale from everyone as soon as the door shut.
"Rosie.. I need to get out of this hotel room. I'm going batshit." Al was rubbing his face slowly with his hands.
"I thought you loved spending cozy evenings at home", she joked, opening the balcony doors and calling to Nadia.
"You've only got one hour left." She handed each of the boys a glass of water, "Then you're free to do as you please until tech rehearsal,"
She turned to Nadia, "Their last few interviews are going to be photographed…can we make sure they're looking more camera ready? I think Al's personality defects are beginning to show…" she smiled mischievously.
"I don't think I can bear it for another hour, Rosie" Al complained, "I really don't."
"If I can manage to listen to you tell the girl in the crowd story for the thousandth time, you can talk about yourself for another hour."
Al huffed, but sat resolutely in his chair as Nadia applied power, and combed and mussed where was necessary.
"Oi- I've got to-hey" Marty got up from his seat,"…point the pink pistol at the porcelain firing range, if you know what I mean.."
"Charming-you are." sighed Rose. She turned to Scorpius. His head was lying back on his chair, eyes closed.
"Tired?" she asked, walking towards him. The short sleeves of his button up had become un-cuffed through the course of the day. She went to roll them back up.
"Thank-you," he said quietly, "I hadn't even noticed."
She moved to the other side, rolling the adjacent sleeve.
"You don't even like tiramisu", she teased lightly, "In fact, you don't even like cake. Or am I going out of my way every year to get you a birthday parfait for no reason?"
He smiled, "I can't be the only one around here allowed to tell fibs to the foreign press…"
"Was'fraid you were gonna say your left hand, mate!" Marty had come back from the restroom.
Albus laughed, "That would have been a riot. Please say that next time."
"Please don't." Rose chided. "Tiramisu is a welcome alternative to…that."
Scorpius said aloofly, "My right hand, lads.". Rose smacked him lightly on the arm. He gave her an unaffected smile, but his cheeks were painted a slight shade pinker than normal.
The rest of the hour passed by without a hitch. The boys were all on their best behavior. Al was charming and enthusiastic, Scorpius was engaging and thoughtful, and Marty…well, Marty was always a laugh.
Nadia left. They wouldn't see her until tonight's show. Al, unencumbered for the moment by responsibility, left the hotel, Marty on his heels. Scorpius, who had neither the desire or tenacity to run on so little sleep took to his bed and quickly fell into a deep slumber.
Rose thought she would take the time to catch up on correspondence, but as soon as her head hit the pillow of her bed, her eyes became heavy and a dreamless sleep took over her.
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Rose woke as the sun began to set. The high, white ceilings were awash in oranges and pinks. Scorpius was still asleep in the bed next to hers. If she wasn't so tired…or maybe was an entirely different person, she would have spent a moment taking in the beauty and stillness of the moment. However, she was still the same Rose.
She took a deep breath, finding her wand in the sheets beneath her. It glowed a deep turquoise. A darker shade of blue depending on how many messages she had awaiting her. Since she began managing the band, the glow had really never been lighter than a royal blue.
She flicked it upwards, the turquoise glow turning into a hazy swirl in front of her. A lofty voice came from it,
"Rose, it's Deliah. So sorry, love. I got the times all turned around for your check-in. They'll be expecting you in the AM, not PM. Hope yo-"
Rose flicked her wand to the left, silencing and removing the message. Thanks a ton, Deils. Would have been helpful to know before we slept on the literal streets of Paris.
The next voice began to materialize through the haze. A louder and slightly belligerent one.
"Are you in the city right now?! Lou says you and the boys are in Paris and I don't believe him. Because if you were in Paris, I know you would have told me. I mean, I haven't seen you in months, Rosie. I hope, wherever you are, it isn't Paris. Because if you were, in fact, in my city and didn't bother to let me know….well, you'd be dead to me. Okay. Adore you always! Bye!"
Rose laughed to herself and slowly turned her wand, pointing the tip against her neck.
"Lily. You're absolutely spastic. You know that, right? We'll be at La Magie after the boys go on. I know you don't like our crowd at the shows, so come see us there. Around 1-ish. Bring friends. Bring Lou… Don't bring the attitude."
Rose paused, thinking what to say for a moment,
"I'm sorry I didn't call you before-hand, your brother has been hellish… Like I need to tell you that. I'll see you tonight." A little sarcastically, "Adore you always."
The haze pulsed for a moment, changing from it's deep blue color, to an emerald green. Sent. The next message started. A soft and familiar voice came through.
"Hello, my love… I hadn't heard from you since Wednesday, so I thought I would check-in. I want to hear all about Belgium. I've been reading a novel by a wonderful author, Georges Simenon, he's from Belgium. A delightful novel, full of mystery…intrigue. I've thought of you while reading. I'll give you my copy when I see you next. I do hope you're taking care of yourself. I hope the boys are doing well. Give my love to Scorpius, and Al- of course…If that boy only knew what he was doin-"
There was a pause. Rose could hear a distant noise in the background.
"That'll be Ed…Ed! I'm leaving a message for Rose right now, come say hello."
Another pause and a lighthearted voice rang out. "Hullo, P! We miss you 'round these parts! Your mother has a Belgian book she wants you to read, but if you ask me…it's a right bore. I'll see if I can find a way for it to, ah… accidentally be used as kindling."
Rose smiled as she heard her mother scoff and shoo Ed away. Hermione's voice came back through.
"Come and see us soon, my dear. Once your back in London for good. I want you for at least a week. I'll see if Hu- Ah.. oh, it looks as if we have an interloper…"
Rose could hear a smattering of tiny footsteps, then a small voice.
"Mummy, who awe you tawking to?…"
"Rosie, dear. Do you want to say hello?"
"Wose?! Where is she?!"
Her mother laughed softly, "I'm sending her a message. Right now. Do you want to tell her anything?"
"I weally, weally want to…tell her…about…my new dwess!"
Rose laughed out loud, she could hear her mother laughing as well.
"Well, there you have it. Jane has a new dress and it's really all any of us can talk about."
"It's wainbow colors!"
"Yes, it's rainbow. Quite the statement. Alright, I love you, my sweet Rose. Be good and be safe."
"I love you too, Wose! Bye!" shouted Jane
"Bye-bye!"
Rose played the whole thing through again. Basking in the momentary warmth of her mothers voice, and the charm of the family playing out their lives across the continent.
"Trying not to be thoroughly chuffed about it, but I do love knowing that your mother offered her love to myself before Al" a voice called out from the adjacent bed, "When I'm on my very last breath, I will still relish the thought that the Hermione Granger loved me more than her own nephew."
Rose laughed, "Of course she loves you more than him. You don't cause me half as much grief as he does." Rose moved to sit up in bed, stretching her arms, "I'm sorry for waking you up, I didn't realize I was being so loud."
"I didn't mind. It's… nice hearing familiar voices. If I was even capable of feeling home-sick, I imagine it's the emotion I'm experiencing currently."
"Emotion? Careful, Malfoy. That thing you have in your chest where a heart should be is starting to malfunction"`
"Then I take it all back. I weally didn't enjoy it."
Rose laughed, putting her hand to her heart "I mean…that girl. Sometimes I think I'm one hair shy of an absolute sociopath and then…'Wose', I melt."
"You are the farthest thing from a sociopath, Weasley." Scorpius chided.
"Don't be so sure.." said Rose, raising an eyebrow, "I could be a master manipulator and you're all just… under my spell."
He gave her a look then. A look filled with something she couldn't exactly figure out. He opened his mouth to say something, but then thought better of it and laughed lightly.
"Has Ed always called you 'P'?" He inquired, getting out of his bed and walking to the bathroom, "I'd never heard him call you that before."
Rose got up as well, moving to the find the water pitcher. "It's a bit of an old joke…" She called out. "I was pretty…well- beastly to him when we first met." She located the pitcher and poured herself a glass.
Scorpius laughed, "Does 'P' stand for Poison…Pest…Punk?"
"Pernicious" she joked, taking a drink. She could hear Scorpius chuckle from the bathroom.
"It actually stands for Petunia, strangely enough." She called out, finishing the water and moving to pack the bags necessary for the nights travel. "He met me for the first time and called me 'Rose' which is -as you know- my name…but I told him he got the wrong flower. I was feeling.."
"Ornery?" Scorpius came out of the bathroom and leaned against the doorframe, toothbrush in hand.
"Ornery. Exactly." said Rose, placing a folded pile of shirts in a trunk. "It didn't phase him, fortunately. He just asked me to remind him which flower, as it must have slipped his mind, so I said Petunia. Which I think was honestly just the first flower I could think of" she smiled lightly, remembering, "So he asked if he could just call me 'P'. I didn't agree or disagree…but it sort of stuck."
"That's sweet." said Scorpius, rinsing his mouth at the sink.
"Yeah, Ed's a good man. He's put up with more than most ever really should."
Scorpius came out of the bathroom, "I don't remember you being that awful."
"You didn't meet me till we were in 5th year, Malfoy" she retorted, "I was terrible to him. And my mother. And everyone, actually." Rose crouched to look under the beds, making sure nothing of importance had made it's way down there during the course of the day.
"What made you stop?" she heard him ask.
"I'm charmed you think I've stopped being terrible." she teased, reaching further beneath the bed and brandishing a stray sock.
"Sorry, I meant-", she could hear the mocking tone in his voice "What made you stop being that particular brand of terrible? I'm fully aware of your current state of being…which I would categorize as less 'terrible' and more…
"…Pernicious?" she ribbed, finding the matching sock she was looking for.
"Absolutely.", he chuckled. She got up to find Scorpius was wordlessly helping her pack up the room. She felt another very inconvenient twinge in her heart, but shook it off and continued to pack in silence. The only sounds we made by the flick of their wands and the soft rustle of clothing.
Scorpius tentatively broke the quiet… "I am curious, though. Why did the change happen?"
"Well…I've never thought about that, actually." she responded, slowly. She was turned away, "I…was just really miserable. I had only Al. And he was miserable too. I think finding music, for both of us. That was a turning point."
"Having an outlet.." he said, softly.
"Exactly. Having something to finally feel excited about…to be proud of. I'm sure you get that." she flicked her eyes up for a moment to meet his. She felt relief when she saw he was bent over, locking up a trunk.
"Also", she started, "I woke up one day and realized I was making my mother miserable. And I was being an absolute lunatic to one of the only people in her life who was making her happy."
"Hmm", Scorpius had finished locking the trunks and was sat on the stack, looking at her.
Sometimes she forgot how much of her life he had been specter to. And she his. For a moment their eyes met. Rose felt a refuge in his gaze. There was something that felt safe in the moment.
"Oh my gosh!" she jumped, suddenly smiling, "I just remembered…Do you remember when we snuck out with Al to play Cruciatus Club and Ginny showed up to drag us all home?"
Scorpius laughed "I still can't go to Cruciatus to this day with out a bit of post traumatic stress."
"I really thought that was it. I'd finally pushed it too far. Like, my mum may actually have murdered me." she said, widening her eyes dramatically.
"But" she continued, "Ed convinced her to go easy. I think he was actually really proud of me.. of all of us."
She had moved to sit on the now-made beds, words starting to spill out of her.
"And then they found out they were having Jane…and I got to watch my mum experience this amazing and terrifying thing…and have this new life? Or a chance to repair all these… wounds? I don't know…it put so much into perspective."
"I remember that…" he said, almost to himself.
"Yeah, and then all of a sudden there was this…just perfect, beautiful thing that was part of our lives…and were all just there, as a family, loving this baby. Even Hugh…who's basically a house cat. And we were…happy? Like, so so happy…It was crazy", she laughed a bit. Giving him a look that said I can't believe I just told you all of that.
He nodded, and said slowly "I think it's speaks a lot to Ed…that none of that was in the plan for him. He didn't look into the future and see Jane being born or your mum in her ministry position or Hugh painting… or you running this entire operation.", he looked at her, with a joke in his eyes. "With little-to-no hiccups"
She smiled and sighed, leaning back onto the bed, an over-the-top effect "My work… is my art and my life…is my art and you boys… are my paintbrushes and this life …is a canvas-"
"-And the world is a stage-"
"-And we are all together."
They laughed again, settling into an easy silence.
"Well, I think with Ed, it just shows that there's a lot you'd do for the person you love…" said Scorpius with reverence. Rose stared at the high, white ceilings, taking in his words.
There was something different about him lately. They'd spent their entire youths aware of one another, and their entire adult lives in physical proximity.
But they'd kept one another at arms length throughout it all…both much more content communicating through jokes and snippy remarks while reserving the bulk of their emotional labor for Al. She wasn't sure why they had done this…perhaps it was necessary. Perhaps it was the best way for them to stay, for the band to function…for them to function.
"Oh yeah?" she said suddenly, needing to break the tension. "How're things going with you and Tiramisu?"
Without a beat Scorpius sang out "Youu, and Tiramisuu…broke my heart in twoo-"
"-Now I'm blueee", chimed in Rose, the spell broken and their usual rapport resuming.
"So I'll bid you…Adieuuu" he finished on a high, clipped note.
Rose laughed again, sitting-up in the bed. He had moved to the table facing the window. She checked the clock. 7:30.
We're going to need to head down soon…she moved to begin taking the trunks downstairs, but found herself taking a moment to gaze at the boy who was, himself, currently gazing at the moon.
If she had been a different person, she may have blurted out any of the million questions she had for him. If she had been a different person, she might have sat for a moment and gazed at the moon alongside him. If she had been a different person, they might have sat there, staring at the moon and telling each other their hopes and dreams. If she had been a different person, they both might be somewhere else completely and this moment fraught with so many unanswered questions and so many things unsaid would have been long past…
But she was Rose Weasley, and instead of any of that, she grabbed her wand and moved their trunks downstairs and their lives forward.
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xoxo BFS