Based on my artistic director's reaction when he found out about my first boyfriend.
Yet another drabble written while in transit. Review, s'il vous plait?
Setting: October of 6th year. Caerphilly Catapult's practice pitch, Wales.
"Hey, Weasley! Is that a hickey?"
"I - I don't know what you're talking about," Rose said, pulling her scarf closer against the nonexistent wind.
Someone's hand ripped the scarf away.
A gasp, "It is!"
"Carys!" an indignant Rose pulled up her scarf.
"Rosie's got a boyfriend," sang a dark-haired man.
"And apparently things are getting pretty steamy," taunted another.
"Hey Rhys, watch out - you've got competition." Laughter from all around.
"Guys, stop it. It's not a big deal," sighed Rose.
"Oh, but it is! You're our baby," cooed a tall, imposing woman.
"I'm sixteen."
"Look, kid. You're the youngest to make the team. Ever," said the dark-haired taunter.
"It's our job to fuss," said the woman.
"So…who is he?" "Details, missy, we need details." "Do I need to hurt him? Tell him that - one wrong move and I'll beat his brains out."
"I'm…flattered," Rose said, "But really. It's not a big deal. Seriously."
"Uh-huh." "Sure." "Of course, it isn't."
Rose just rolled her eyes and walked out to the pitch, smiling to herself quietly.
Originally posted August 2011.