WHO: Rose Weasley & Open. WHAT: Coming to terms with her arrival WHEN: Not long after her graffiti post. WHERE: The Weir RATING: TBD, can’t imagine it being high. STATUS: Incomplete
It felt surreal. She was half expecting to wake up and find she had been having a really bad dream, but not even she could be this imaginative. It didn’t help that her parents were only a year older than she was and their argument was public enough for her to see which is she were being honest hurt. Of course she hadn’t expected them to welcome her with open arms, they weren’t the same as back home yet, she understood that. But to see them be so harsh was upsetting, although she didn’t sulk for long about it because that would just be silly. There were more important things to worry about, like finding The Weir.
Rose had the address thanks to some help on her post and she asked around to how to get there from random passer-by’s, before long she was standing in front of the building with a small worried frown. What if she bumped into her mum or dad? That would be beyond awkward considering.
It took her a minute to gather her thoughts, everything was mind-boggling at the moment and she needed some familiarity or at least a more in depth explanation and that would require going inside. Upon entering she briefly scanned the area, checking for any signs of movement so she could alert them of her presence. After a moment Rose sighed, the whole situation really was ridiculous, she just wanted to go home to her old room and find comfort in her books. “Hello?” Her call came out more timidly than she would have liked so she tried again, this time louder. “Hello? Anyone here?”