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Opposites Attract.
He's just awkwardly confessed his love for her. She's just turned him down. They have nothing in common … he decides to prove her wrong. :Rose/Scorpius NextGen:
Chapter 5: Opposites deserve a chance.
"Seriously?" Lulu said, her tone clearly unimpressed. "That's it?"
"That's it!" Rose said back, brightly.
"I effing hate you."
"Not all stories end with a passionate snog, Lulu."
"They should!" Lulu cried.
"And you were honestly going to tell Blondie first?" Albus put in then, jerking a thumb in Lulu's general direction. "Rose! Does family mean NOTHING to you?"
Rose just laughed, unable to be in the mood for getting offended. Hell, she'd spent the entire day throwing a Quaffle back and forth between her family members on the Quidditch pitch in preparation for the finals that night! She could handle anything, now.
Because oh, that's right – Weasley and the Potters had finally made it to the Quidditch finals for WAM! Rose could not have been prouder of her family's team. They had completely flattened the Tutshill Tornadoes and now, they were up against the only team still left in the running: the Holyhead Harpies. Her aunt Ginny found it absolutely hilarious that she was now to face off against the team she used to be a member of and still had a big part in their publicity, but who better to have on their team? They were in it to win it, and they were going to go all the way!
Although, as much as Rose loved Quidditch, she didn't think she would be taking on the family team any time soon in the years to come after this. Yes, she might have gotten the last two days of the festival off, but having to drag herself to family practice after her shifts finished had been brutal, especially thanks to her team captain (otherwise known as Uncle Charlie, the clinically insane player who made them practice throws for five hours straight!). That night, Rose had only just had the opportunity to Disapparate home to for a hot bath to recover from all the Quidditch for an hour or so. Then before she knew it, she was shaking out her sore limbs before heading back out for the very last night of WAM before the final.
She couldn't quite believe that they had made it to the end of another year! As stressful (and sometimes painful) planning the event could be, Rose knew that it would forever be the favourite part of her job. And this year's festival had other things going for it … it had given her the opportunity to understand someone she never thought existed.
Her friends, however, were both apparently disheartened to realise that nothing had come of last night's stadium-roof-top-talk.
"Dear Albus, of course I was going to tell you," Rose pointed out. The three of them were sat on a log surrounding one of the bonfires out in the fields of their London location. The flames currently licking up the wood were a bright mixture of blue, green and purple.
"Oh, admit it," Albus said, folding his arms in disgust. "If I hadn't have found you, you would have blurted it all out to Blondie first!"
"Oi!" Lulu cried, in indignation. She then huffed, "Oh, just get over it. You're not the only person in the world."
"I'm sorry, have you and Rose also been inseparable since before birth?"
"Ok, before you two start," Rose cut in, somewhat amused by the squabble. She had spent far too many years being literally caught in the middle of the two. "Remember that I love you both equally."
"Oh, screw you, Rose," Lulu said. "If you truly loved me, you would have told me the REAL story by now!"
"I swear, that is the real story!" Rose insisted, almost laughing. "After you so deliberately shoved us together, we just ended up talking."
"Trust me," Lulu sighed. "That was not what I was going for."
"Yes, I somehow managed to figure that one out," Rose smirked. "You couldn't have been more subtle with your intentions. In fact, you might as well have shoved our heads together, yelling, 'Kiss! Kiss!'"
"Fat lot of good it would have done!" Lulu cried.
"You know, you haven't even asked me if I want to have my head shoved into his," Rose pointed out.
Albus and Lulu actually exchanged looks at that. Rose figured that, as un-shameful the two were in expressing their desire to see her and Malfoy together … neither of them probably figured it would actually happen. Rose couldn't blame them. She had gone years of barely knowing Scorpius Malfoy and only now were they starting to get to know each other?
"Rose …" Albus eventually said in answer to her question. "Um … so, do you want your head shoved into his?"
"I don't know, Al," Rose said. "I have no idea what it is about him, but I just couldn't seem to stop talking to him. He's …"
"Stuck up?" Albus suggested.
"Perfect?" Lulu added, an Albus shot her a revolted look.
"Not like me," Rose decided on in the end. "Seriously, he is nothing like me! I mean, I already knew that, that's why I said no to him in the first place … but if this festival has taught me anything, it's that people from any different culture or background can find at least one thing in common: magic. We might be different … but I'm sort of starting to think that that might be ok."
Lulu looked like she was hardly daring to believe it. "So what does that mean?"
Rose just smirked. "That you, my lovely friend, will have to be patient and keep a lid on that fangirl heart of yours."
Albus and Lulu hadn't exactly been comforted by Rose's words, but she liked to think that it would hold them over for the time being. It was heading into the evening and, with the summer sun starting to sink to the horizon, Rose wanted to experience the atmosphere and lung-clogging smell of smoke that was the bonfire dance party. Witches and wizards cheered and celebrated through the flames, wands out, creating swirling patterns and pictures out of the smoke, or flying over the crowd with banners that supported either Rose's own team or the Harpies. Everyone looked forward to the Quidditch finals in an hour and Rose grinned when Lulu eventually came out of her huff of annoyance to bid her cheerfully goodbye to go out with Travis. "You tell me everything!" she mouthed back at her, even as she was running off into the crowd. Albus joined Rose then in exploring the melee. They dodged around running kids and those dancing under the fairy lights, listening to the loud music provided by the amateur live band, who called themselves 'Dragon Slash'.
Rose knew that they should probably be trying to find her family. No doubt they'd all be down at the Quidditch pitch, Uncle Charlie talking essential tactics for their upcoming match (even though Rose was sure he hadn't stopped since the beginning of the festival) and her mother always wanted her 'babies' together during the last night if she could managed to wrangle them in. But Rose couldn't quite bring herself to leave … especially when she spotted a blonde head working at one of the information points with another of their team members, Noah.
"Al!" she called over the noise of the bonfire. "You mind?"
When he noticed who she was gesturing to, he just shook his head. "Oh, go on," he said back. "I'd demand you tell me the story afterwards, but I know you'll just screw me over again, so I won't bother."
"Oh, Albus," Rose laughed. "You know I love you!"
"Bitch!"
But he still let her go with a grin. Rose darted across the rough, brown grass to the gravel pathway where Malfoy stood on duty.
"… so what the hell did you guys do to get stuck with the last shift, then?" Rose called out as she approached him and Noah. They were only a few metres away from the edge of the bonfires, stood at a busy intersection, where celebrators moved between the fields and the displays.
"I've got no bloody clue!" Noah called back, clearly disgruntled. "I got stuck with it last year as well!"
When Rose looked at Malfoy for his answer, he just shrugged and muttered, "Um … I figured I wouldn't be doing anything else, so I offered."
"Yeah, he was the only one," Noah added. "Although, I have to admit, you're not as bad at this job than I originally thought."
"Thank you."
"When d'you finish?" Rose asked him.
Malfoy looked slightly taken aback, but answered, "In about ten minutes."
Rose grinned. "Come find me," she told him, before turning and walking away.
Behind her, she heard Noah's voice say, "Blimey … how the heck did you manage that?"
"I apologise if I offend you with this statement," Malfoy started, reluctantly. "but how in Merlin's name do you enjoy this?"
Ok, perhaps dragging Malfoy into the depths of the bonfire party was a little bit of a sensory overload for him … but honestly, if there was anything she wanted to do, it was to experience it with him. She didn't have a clue as to where this desire was coming from and it was kind of scaring her, so she found herself making hasty jokes to cover up how uneasy she felt.
"I love the atmosphere!" she explained, both of them forced to duck someone's foot as their broomstick flew too close overhead. "The noise, the lights, the heat, I think it's beautiful!"
"I think it's dreadful."
"Hey, I went somewhere quiet for you last night," Rose pointed out, glancing back at him. "Now, it's your turn to humour me!"
"If you thought you were humouring me last night on the stadium roof, you are quite spectacularly mistaken," Malfoy was quick to say.
"Excuse me?"
"You took me over ten stories high, I nearly had a heart attack!"
"Malfoy, I get the feeling that this could become another one of our arguments that just keeps on going," Rose pointed out. "I suggest we stop now, for fear of screaming ourselves hoarse."
"Naturally, as that line of suggestion works out positively in your favour."
"Malfoy," Rose said, in exasperation. "I'm here. It's fine, I promise. Just forget the crowd and enjoy yourself, ok?"
It seemed to take a great effort for him to close his eyes and just stand there, taking a deep breath. But, when he finally opened them again, he did look remarkably calmer. "For the sake of our enjoyment, I will attempt to feel less anxious," he said, so quietly that Rose had to step closer, in order to be heard. She kind of didn't mind.
"Wonderful!" she replied.
"So …" Malfoy glanced around the field, distastefully. The sun had truly set now, the red dusk having given away to dark blue. Lanterns had been lit now around the edges of the nearest tents, throwing more dazzling lights everywhere along with the colourful fires. "What is it you do during this part of the festival?"
Rose smirked, gesturing her head to the crowd of wizards who were moving in time to the music in front of Dragon Slash's raised stage. "Do you care to dance, Malfoy?"
"Not if I can help it," he said, shortly.
"Well," Rose grabbed his hand before he could argue. "Tonight, you can't help it!"
He protested, but Rose wasn't taking no for an answer. She wouldn't say that she could dance remarkably well, though it wasn't as if it really mattered during the bonfires, right? She pulled Malfoy along with her into the crowd, jumping on her feet and staring up at the lights with a grin. Rose loved dancing! Malfoy, on the other hand … it was clear that there couldn't be anything in the world he hated more. Really, all he had to do was hold her hands and simply move from side to side, but instead he practically stood stock still in front of her.
"Oh, come on!" Rose insisted then after a few moments, tugging on his hands. "Just move a little!"
"That would require coordination," Malfoy pointed out.
"So?"
"I don't have any."
Rose sighed. "You don't need to be coordinated, this isn't the flipping ballet! It's literally a party in a field."
"I believe that makes it worse," Malfoy said to her. His hands were gripping hers rather tightly, and he stumbled forward slightly when someone accidentally bumped into him. "A dance such as ballet requires particular moves to be learnt in time to a beat. There is a set way to do it that can be learned. This … this is rather unorganised."
"Are you trying to tell me that you want to learn ballet, Malfoy?" Rose smirked.
"I think you are trying to tease me again," he answered, forehead crinkling.
Rose laughed. "Malfoy, the whole point of this is that you don't have to learn how to do it! You just make it up as you go. There aren't any rules! Well," she quickly re-thought that statement. "to a certain extent. Don't let my cousin, Dominique, out onto the dance floor unrestrained. Girl's part-Veela and uses it to her fullest extent."
"I must admit that your family dynamics somewhat scare me, sometimes," Malfoy said then.
She tugged on his hands once more, pulling one close to her and pushing the other away before swapping over, swinging their arms as if the motion would inspire him. "It's an art to get to know the Weasley family and not be scared shitless," Rose told him. She grinned when she noticed that Malfoy was starting to tap his feet slightly in time to her swinging hands. "There! See! You're moving, it's not that hard!"
"What?" He froze almost instantly and Rose groaned.
"Oh, I give up," she said, wrenching her hands away and flinging her arms into the air. "I'll dance by myself, see if I care!"
"Are … are you serious …?" his voice sort of trailed off, since it soon became clear that she was serious. Rose didn't even bother answer him, she just kept her arms in the air, spinning around to the music, jumping and swinging her hips in time to the beat. She was sure that she must look ridiculous, but then, so did everyone else. Dragon Slash seemed to be made up of mostly teenaged boys, though the odd girl sometimes made their way up onto the stage. Currently, the drummer had a giggling blonde girl on his knee as he banged away at the cymbals. Their harsh lyrics could barely be interpreted, but the music was perfect for dancing. She continued to twirl and laughed, though she sort of wished –
A hand in hers made her start. Turning around to tell whatever bloke it was to piss off, she let out a slight yelp when the hand pulled her into a tall body and she was suddenly crushed against Malfoy's chest. He seemed surprised that he'd pulled her so hard, but she only smirked when he let his free arm hesitantly wrap around her waist.
"… I'm afraid this is the only way I know how to dance," he said, quietly.
"Thought you might join in, eventually," Rose grinned. "Though, I'm afraid I don't know how to waltz."
"It is very simple," Malfoy said at once. "I shall show you."
It was quite something to get a ballroom dancing lesson in the middle of a rock song, but Rose found she loved it anyway. Malfoy spun her around, held close to his chest, and when she was dipped back, she laughed as she caught a glimpse of the world upside down.
"… so we've mentioned my family," Rose said when she was pulled upright once more. With her hand on his shoulder and still hugged close to him, she thought this had to have been the closest they'd ever physically been. "What does your family do during WAM?"
Malfoy didn't answer for quite some time, not until the current song ended and they paused to clap for the band. Another song had started before he eventually began, "There's a bit of a conflict of interest in my family about this festival."
"How so?"
"My …" Malfoy glanced down at her, warily. "I do not wish you to think less of me when I tell you this. It was my grandfather's thinking, not mine."
"I wouldn't think less of you," Rose said at once and Malfoy gave a slight, strained smile.
"Lucius Malfoy … he didn't approve of the festival," Malfoy said. "It was created in the aftermath of the Second Wizarding War, I mean, you know that. At the time, my grandfather was currently under house arrest for his actions as a Death Eater, along with his wife and my father. Wanting to avoid another conflict, as he was a coward in the end, he thought that the festival would inspire more hateful thoughts towards Muggle-borns, because anyone of magical heritage is allowed to participate."
"I take it someone disagreed with that view?" Rose asked, quietly.
"My father," Malfoy nodded. "He wasn't allowed to attend for years, not until the house arrest sentence was carried out. My grandfather never wanted him to go, but he ignored him and attended one festival, which is where he met my mother. When I was born, they wanted me to experience WAM like my father wasn't able to."
"Granddad not happy about that, is he?"
"He and my father do not speak," Malfoy admitted, staring somewhere over her shoulder.
With a family as close as hers, Rose couldn't imagine if any of her relations refused to speak to each other. Sure, there was always the odd tiff, but nothing ever serious which panned out! As they swayed slightly from side to side, Rose realised from his stiff demeanour that Malfoy had probably never even spoken about this before.
And he'd chosen to with her.
"I'm sorry," she said.
"It is not your fault," Malfoy said at once. "It irritates me when people apologise for an event that was out of their control."
"Malfoy, it's how we express sympathy," Rose snorted. "Ok? But why do your dad and granddad still not speak now? I mean, it's pretty clear that the festival hasn't stirred any Death Eater rebellions! A third war is rather unlikely at this point."
"Their relationship was strained from the events of the second war in the first place," Malfoy said. "Father blamed grandfather for dragging him into the whole mess. Certainly, if he hadn't have been a Death Eater, Draco Malfoy would be a more highly respectful name."
"But surely nobody cares?"
"Everyone cares, Rose," Malfoy pointed out. "When I was twelve, I went to work with my father once over summer. There, I was beaten in one of the hallways simply for having the Malfoy name. My father tracked down who the men were and they were eventually told to resign, but …"
Rose blinked, unable to come up with a better reaction. The way he just spoke so casually about it …
"Hell," she muttered.
"It is a difficult name to have."
"And I thought it was hard being a Weasley," Rose said. She couldn't imagine going through something like Malfoy had.
"How is it hard to be a Weasley?" Malfoy said, something that sounded suspiciously like derision in his voice. "You are a very respectful family, though admittedly, a bit wild."
"Hey, those are my cousins you are subtly referencing to!" Rose countered. "Right from the start, there was pressure in my family. Pressure to do well and to succeed and to do great things, because we were the children of war heroes. Do you know how many times I Flooed home in tears, crying to my mum that I couldn't pass an exam because I would never be as good enough as her?"
Malfoy didn't say anything in answer. It was clear that she had made him uncomfortable once again. Brilliant, Rose, you certainly know how to charm them. "Look," she said, trying to explain it better. "It was hard, simple as that. I mean, it still is sometimes, especially since everyone wanted to put me on a shortlist for Minister for Magic considerations, and I just wanted to work in the lowly International Events Department! I love my family … but sometimes, I wish we were all just normal."
Malfoy seemed to consider that for several moments. Then, he let go of the hand he had been leading his waltz with and moved it to join the other arm around her waist. Rose was a bit beyond surprised, but she caught on regardless, letting her arms wind slowly around his neck.
"Rose Weasley, you are not normal, that is true," he told her, quietly. "But I believe it is extremely improbable to find a true definition of 'normal' in the first place."
"See, most people would have said, 'but who the hell wants to be normal anyway?'," Rose smirked.
"Is that what you believe?"
"Don't you?" she threw back at him.
Malfoy considered for a moment. "I sometimes wish I was normal," he said. "But I understand that we are all individuals and some things that make us different are beyond our control. I am certainly not normal in terms of social interaction. I can barely have a conversation with a salesperson in a shop," he added, and Rose had absolutely no trouble picturing that. "Though I am exceptionally punctual and competent at organisation. But everyone is different, so yes, sometimes I find the term 'normal' to be non-valid."
"You know," Rose smiled. "Most people would find a speech like that pretentious. For some reason, I think it just kind of suits you."
"I used to find the way you speak so quickly frustrating," Malfoy nodded. "Now, I find it a challenge to try and interpret what you say."
"I speak too fast?" Rose asked in bewilderment.
"Extremely."
"I had no idea!"
"Clearly, or you would have made a conscious effort to slow down," Malfoy noted.
"You don't think that I would just say 'screw it' and embrace my not-normal-ness?" Rose teased.
"… this is one of those situations when I do not know whether to say yes or no."
"Why don't you say nothing?" Rose wasn't quite sure where this courage was coming from. Possibly she had inhaled too much smoke, or maybe the sparks had hit her brain. Either way, she smirked as she stood on her tip toes, tentatively leaning in closer. "Besides, I can probably think of something better to do with our mouths …"
"That – that was rather presumptuous," Malfoy stammered. He moved closer, despite his words. Rose nudged his nose with hers.
"It was supposed to be," she said.
She had every intention of losing herself in that moment and not caring at all what she would think later. However, before she could move the three centimetres or so between them, a loud, panicked voice suddenly screamed over the music,
"ROSE!"
She hastily pulled away in confusion, letting go of Malfoy to stare across the crowd. That voice had been familiar and there was no guessing that it belonged to someone she was related to. Malfoy seemed reluctant to move away from her, an arm still around her waist as they searched the crowd. The voice called her name again and that time, Rose recognised it.
"LILY?"
"ROSE!" Lily Potter burst into view, running through a gap in the dancers and stopping short when she noticed her and Malfoy. Wearing a colourful dress with flashing zig-zags, Lily Potter was usually vivacious and determined; it was in great contrast to the look on her face currently, which told Rose that something was clearly horribly wrong.
"What – Lily! What is it?" Rose cried, surging forward to take her little cousin's outstretched hand. Lily had clearly been struggling hard not to cry, but it was at this point, when their skin touched and hands held each other gently, when the tears spilled over.
"Oh – god – I'm sorry, I didn't mean to–" Lily wiped a cheek frantically with her free hand.
"I don't care! Lily, just tell me what's the matter!" Rose insisted.
Lily glanced up with her tear-stained face. "Rose … it's your brother."
The world was spinning.
She wasn't entirely sure which way was up. Her head hurt from the thought that something – anything – could have happened to her baby brother. Lily was acting devastated and Rose was starting to panic.
"What – what?" she managed to get out.
"We don't know – I don't know – what happened," Lily said. "I – I was trying to find him, 'cause I hadn't seen him in hours, and the final was coming up! I was with James at the Apparition point, because we thought he might have gone home. But then we heard yelling, down at the road at the edge of the reserve, near the fish and chip shop? It was dark, but James thought he saw some people running away, so we went to check it out and he was just lying on the road – god, Rosie, there was blood–" Lily cut herself off, trying to calm down as she took a shaky breath through a sob.
Her entire body turned to ice. "Where is he?" she demanded before she had even registered her words.
"St. – St. Mungo's–" Lily said. "James said he would take him, I – I said I would find everyone else – I couldn't find your parents – but Albus said you were dancing, and–"
"Lily!" Rose cut in, since it was clear that Lily was on the verge of hyperventilating. "Don't panic!"
"Why the hell shouldn't I be panicking?"
"Because I'm panicking, and I don't need you making it worse!" Rose cried back, squeezing her cousin's hand almost painfully. "Lily – go to St. Mungo's, ok? Be with Hugo. I'll find the rest."
"I couldn't find your parents anywhere, they weren't at home–"
"Lily," Rose exclaimed once more. "I'll find them, I promise."
Lily took a deep breath, her face red and eyes grateful for her older cousin's sense. "Right – thanks, Rosie," she said, quietly.
Rosie.
Good lord, she hadn't been called Rosie in years. It was a mark of Lily's distress that she had reverted back to the childhood nickname. Rose gave her a smile before letting go of her hand and watching Lily take off for the Apparition point once more.
The moment Lily disappeared into the crowd, she felt the panic start to take over. For a moment, it simply hit her like a freight train and she feared that she would be frozen in the same place until the end of time. Thankfully, the image of her brother's face managed to snap through the cloud of fear and she was able to think about what she needed to do next. As much as she disapproved of her brother's lifestyle, there was no way in hell she wanted him to be hurt. While whatever happened was likely his own stupid fault, she didn't care. She needed to find her parents, she needed to see him, she needed to –
"Rose!"
Malfoy was following her, as Rose had simply stormed straight through the crowd of dancers without looking back. His voice barely registered, until she was halfway across the field and she felt his hand grab her shoulder, making her stop.
"Malfoy, I'm sorry, but I can't–" she started.
"Rose, talk to me," Malfoy insisted, gripping her shoulder tightly and turning her to make her face him. "What's wrong, what happened?"
"You didn't hear?"
"It seemed like a private conversation," he said, after a moment's pause.
Rose almost wanted to laugh. "Malfoy, if you had been anyone else, you would have listened to everything that was said!"
"But I am not anyone else," Malfoy said, simply. "and you are extremely pale. What is wrong? Your cousin mentioned your brother …"
"He–" Rose felt her voice wanting to break, so she paused, glancing up at Malfoy in hopes that he might be a solid fixture to focus on. She couldn't focus on anything else at the moment. "He's been – hurt – I don't know – blood – oh, god, I think I might be sick –"
While she might have felt like it, it soon became clear that she was only mentally freaking out. When the tears finally came, she couldn't even muster up the surprise at Malfoy moving the hand at her shoulder to wrap around her, pulling her in and simply holding her. She cried into his chest for several minutes, wondering in bewilderment how the hell this had happened. This sort of thing didn't happen in real life, right? It was saved for theatre or dramatic period novels or something! Malfoy must have thought she was nuts for sobbing all over him, but she only curled her fingers into his shirt, clinging to him tighter.
He was stiff and clearly uncomfortable with the tears, however, and when she felt them starting to come under control, she pulled back rather quickly (probably before she was really ready, she was going to admit). Muttering an apology, he hastily said it was fine. He then immediately said that he would help her find her parents and she let him basically take charge. In the end, once they thought clearly, it only took them ten minutes to find Ron and Hermione Weasley with the rest of her family down at the Quidditch pitch. Having to tell them what Lily had told her was hard enough, especially since she barely had any details. Having to do it with Malfoy hovering awkwardly at her back was even worse, but she forced the words out anyway. As her family all shrieked and flustered around, sorting out who was going where and who was going to do what, Rose finally turned to face Malfoy.
She stumbled slightly at the look on his face. It was as impassive as stone. While earlier, lost in the sea of dancers, it had been alight with emotion and wonder, it was now dark and impenetrable. What had caused such a change she could only imagine – the ridicule of being caught up in a Weasley scandal? Seeing her cry? Rose had been so confident five minutes ago and now, she could only manage a mumble under her breath,
"… thank you."
"It is ok," he nodded.
"I have to go to St. Mungo's, but I'll …" she trailed off, feeling completely conflicted, now. "I can come see you later … you know, explain what's happened … if – if you want …"
Malfoy gave a grim sort of smile. "Concentrate on your family, Rose. You do not need to explain to me."
Why did that statement feel like such a kick in the gut?
"If it helps, I had fun at the festival with you?" Rose tried.
But he didn't smile. Instead, he bored his eyes into hers and reached out, squeezing her shoulder. "I wish you and your brother all the best, Rose."
And that was the last thing she heard from Malfoy before leaving for the hospital.
A/N: I know, I'm sorry, it's been way more than a week. It's actually not that bad considering, but you all know me! My only excuse is school holidays, haha.
So oh yes, the Lydia drama. In original P&P, we get to see much more Lizzy/Lydia interaction and in this one, we've seen Hugo a lot less. I'm hoping that I've still managed to portray his relationship with his sister in a way that makes sense for this plot arc. I'm still slightly unsure, so please let me know what you think!
And again, thank you so very much for your reviews.! I know this isn't an exact adaption of P&P, it's more of a really heavily inspired version, but I apologise and I hope I'm doing it justice. :)
Until next time -
- Moon. :D
PS. I finally did it. I got a tumblr! I don't know how it works, and I don't even know if you can search for me because again, I DON'T KNOW HOW THIS WORKS, but this is my name (I think): moonprincess92nz.