"Get your filthy damned hands off me." Rosalia swore as she yanked her arm free from Vincent Thorne, a 7th year Slytherin who'd been sort of making advances at her as of late, whether she wanted them or not. She didn't actually want them, but he didn't seem to care that she didn't like him.
He kept insisting that their mothers had an 'arrangement', and that one way or another, when they finished school, she would be his bride. Vincent shook his head and leaning in said quietly, "If you cooperate I might just let that disgusting filthy idiot Weaslebee keep living."
"You can't do anything to him, I'm not that stupid." Rosalia hissed as she added, "Weasley is nothing to me. I've given up on that. But it still doesn't mean I'll just willingly accept this little arrangement our mothers have. And you cannot make me honor it." before stomping his foot, yanking her arm free from his grasp and taking off at a run. She ran around a corner full speed as if she'd just been launched from a cannon and she happened to run headlong into Hermione Granger, who was talking quietly with Viktor Krum.
Viktor looked at Hermione then at Rosalia and he said quietly, "So.. Have you two met or..." with Hermione looking at Rosalia, a disapproving scowl on her face as she said quietly, "She's the girl who was pretending to like Fred for one reason or another. But beyond that, I've no actual desire to know her."
"And the feeling, Granger, is likewise. Viktor, glad to see you made a move for her. Ron's every bit as obtuse as his muleheaded older brother, he'd never have asked her to the Yule Ball. Granger, I'd love to stay, exchange verbal barbs, but I really, really must be going." Rosalia said in a rush as she shoved past the two would be lovers and down the hallway farther, flinging herself into an empty and abandoned classroom, shoving a bookcase in front of the door as she fell back into a discarded school desk, taking a few calming breaths.
Hermione's assessment of her rang in her ears and she grumbled, biting her lower lip. "Bloody good thing I'm not stupid and stubborn and I'm not hell bent on pursuing Fred, trying to win him, trying to make him see that I really do love him.. With his lot of friends, I'd never get a proper chance." she said as she lightly punched at a nearby wall.
From the seclusion of a nearby closet, George nearly choked. He'd come in here to see if he could test a new gag he and Fred had been working on for the Yule Ball, and he'd been waiting on Fred to show up, Fred having a detention of course. "So she does love him.. Interesting." George muttered to himself as he thought back to everything she'd ever done or said to his twin.
"Bloody hell.. Not too sure if Mum's going to be entirely crazy about this whole thing.. But what the hell.. He is my twin, and he does still like her." George mused to himself mentally as he heard the door opening, heard Fred walking into the room.
Rosalia groaned and palmed her face as the door to the room burst open just as she finished having herself a good cry to calm down session and looked up to find Fred standing there, his hand on his hip as he looked at her with a raised brow. "Just go, Fred."
"I'd love to, Rosalia.. But my brother is in here.. Or he'll be here soon." Fred muttered as he walked around her, looked at her, brows knit together in concern. "What in Merlin happened to you?" he asked as he pointed to her wrist, pointed to the handprint around it where Vincent 'grabbed' her earlier.
"Nothing you need to worry over. I'm a big girl." Rosalia muttered as she tried avoiding his eyes, tried not letting herself get any closer to him than she had to. She gulped as what he said, his reason for being in the room too hit her. Then seconds later, she groaned as George stepped out from hiding and said casually, "Took a little longer than 5 minutes huh, Gred?"
"I'm just going to.. I should clearly just go." Rosalia muttered as she went to bolt for the door. Fred's hand slid over the knob before she could turn it and he said "Just tell me one thing.. That Slytherin?" as he nodded at her wrist.
She rolled her eyes and muttered, "He's got a busted nose, it's hardly like I didn't fight back." as Fred nodded and then let her walk out of the closet.
"It's not a good idea, Gred." George said as Fred looked at him and smirking said "Now what on Earth makes you think I intended to do anything to our little friend Vincent?"
"Aren't you even going to ask me what I might have overheard while standing in here, waiting on you to finally get here, brother?" George asked in amusement as Fred looked at him and muttered something then said finally, "Okay, what? You won't stop grinning like that until you tell me, and at this rate, it'll drive me insane."
"She really does love you.. just given up because of everyone around you, everyone around her. And the way you're always ripping into each other.. " George said as he watched it sink in with his twin brother. Fred looked at him with a raised brow then laughing he said "Good one, Forge."
"It's not a joke, Gred."
Fred paced as it all started to really click into place. Then he swore aloud and punched at a nearby wall, scowling when it actually did hurt his fist a little. "What else did she say?"
"Only that she might as well just give in to her mum's demands and marry Thorne. That unless she runs away when she's graduated, or she's old enough to be on her own, there's really nothing she can do to escape it, not if her mum's made some kind of binding magic with his." George said as he added casually, "We do play Slytherin at the end of the week, Gred."
"We do.." Fred muttered as his mind raced a mile a minute still trying to process everything he knew as of this moment and what he'd possibly be able to do about it sooner or later. Because he had to do something, especially considering he felt the same way.
In the privacy of her dorm room, Rosalia threw a literal fit as she tried to convince herself that George hadn't heard her just moments ago. That he wasn't telling Fred what he heard. She didn't want Fred getting involved, she just wanted to forget she'd said anything, because she didn't want him to feel obligated or anything where she was concerned.
"I've got to stop just bursting into rooms I think are empty." Rosalia muttered as she sank down into her plush green covered bed, staring up at her ceiling, wondering what was going to happen because of this little development.