Rose moved the last box of her bedroom things into one of the only closed-off rooms of the apartment. All her friends and family who helped her move have left now. She'd always been excited to move out on her own, and though her parents were reluctant to see her go, they'd encouraged her, too.
But here she sat in an unfurnished bedroom. The silence of the flat around her was oppressive and intimidating. She wasn't sure what to do now. Rose wanted to get some rest—carrying boxes and traveling back and forth between home and here all day was exhausting; she particularly hated Floo travel. She couldn't sleep, though. She still hadn't unearthed and constructed her new bed. The mattress was still leaning against one of the cabinets in the kitchen. They'd deemed it too big and bulky to keep moving throughout the place.
Rose left the bedroom, moving into the sitting room—if a space so small could even be considered such—and started opening boxes. She pulled out books and blankets and clothes until she was surrounded by walls of her belongings. Finally, in the last box she checked, she found it. Rose pulled out the radio that her dad had given her—he'd apparently been using it since he was a kid. Rose had always loved listening to it as a child, too. It became her housewarming present from her father, and it was the perfect thing to rid her new flat of the eerie silence.
She turned it on, not fussing over what exactly was playing, just tuning it with a tap of her wand until the station played music rather than harsh static. Satisfied, Rose stood up and dusted off the legs of her jeans before going to retrieve her mattress from the kitchen. She dragged it back just to the floor of the adjoining sitting room and decided to call it a night. She had a lot more boxes to open in the morning.
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A/N: Written for Advent Calendar Day 28: (occasion) Moving;
Writing Club – Disney Challenge C1: Write about someone who wants more than she has in life;
Showtime 32: (emotion) Loneliness;
Writing Month and Dragons: wc 332