lizzy smells of factlorries. (halest) wrote in enemies_rpg, @ 2013-03-21 11:47:00 |
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Packing up her books, Lizzy looked around the Transfiguration classroom. She knew she had to grab someone to walk with her, especially considering how much bolder this stupid attacker was getting. But she hated asking and she hated seeming afraid, so instead of doing that, she shouldered her back and snuck up beside Rosie. "Hey Rosie! Want to walk?" she asked, but she didn't wait for an answer before looping her arm in her friend's. "Really pants about what happened to Stonem, right?" she added in a maybe-a-little-nervous voice, checking over her shoulder instinctively. "Oh, I know," Rosemary agreed sadly. She really liked Professor Stonem, and while she know the woman wasn't the most popular of professors at Hogwarts, she'd remained one of Rosie's favourites nonetheless. Not to mention, it was bad enough that students were being attacked, but now it was happening to professors as well. This whole thing was becoming more than Rosemary could handle. "I bet Professor Beery's just devastated." Lizzy sighed a bit, remembering the rumors about Professor Beery and Stonem's ongoing affair. How tragic! Then she thought of Grizel and Myles. Separating couples was sad enough to her, but by way of such a nasty curse was way worse. "He has to be. I can't imagine if that happened to me...with someone I cared about like that being hurt. It's so awful." "You're …" Rosemary hesitated, glancing over at Lizzy with concern etched across her face. "I mean, I know you're being careful. But you are being careful, right?" She knew it was silly to ask, but she felt like she had to. Lizzy smiled and nodded. "I don't go anywhere alone if I can avoid it," she said in a tone that clearly rang out 'I promise' through the halls. "I'm doing whatever I can to be safe, really." She hated it, though, and she hated the idea that she was afraid of every shadow and gurgle in the stupid school. "I know you are," Rosemary murmured, resting her head on her friend's shoulder as they walked. It took only a few steps to realize how uncomfortable it was, but she'd been feeling so defeated lately that she let it stay there a bit longer. "I can't wait until we're out of here." It surprised Rosemary to hear herself say it, but slowly she was realizing it was true. She'd been so set on enjoying and loving and making the most of her last year at Hogwarts that she wasn't willing to give the idea up, but there it was. Maybe she finally was simply done with school. Lizzy was happy to have Rosie on her shoulder. Leaning down to rest her head on Rosie's head, which was just as awkward as it sounded. But she sighed. "I can't wait either," she agreed. She had dreaded leaving Hogwarts for months but the more attacks that happened, the more she wished she was free. "It's just so hard to be so close to the end, yeah?" "This is supposed to be our year," Rosie opined. "Our best one here." She stayed silent for a moment as they kept walking. Once they got to the stairs, though, she sighed. "Darling, you know I love you, but I don't think I can maintain this head-shoulder bit on the steps." "No, my neck is already starting to ache," she said quickly jerking away with a laugh. Lizzy tried to keep smiling, though, as they walked. "It was. But...you know. Good things have come of it, I guess. It hasn't all been awful..." It really had been rather depressing. "I don't suppose you have any fun gossip to share? Good things only, of course." She wracked her brain for any she could share herself, but she was coming up rather empty. Besides, with the journals and the general closeness of most of the seventh years, there wasn't much that stayed secret for long anyway. Lizzy wished she had something to say, really. "Well, nothing really cheerful honestly," she said sadly. "It's just been such horrible things lately." She liked stupid, dramatic gossip, not "the frozen muggleborns are dead" gossip. "It's dreadful." "I can't even think of anything to stir. Anyone to try to couple up or anything. I miss fifth year," she added wistfully. "How is Matty doing? He's so quiet, it's rather hard to tell with him." "Fifth year was so much easier." Lizzy sighed again, more dramatically. "Matty's all right. I think we're all a bit on edge though now. Maybe we ought to try matchmaking or something, to keep things lively in this dreary old castle." "Maybe with the younger years," Rosemary assented. "I think any combination of our year that would've worked has already been tried, by now, don't you?" Still, her heart warmed at the idea. The thought of helping some love-struck fifth year find his first girlfriend or her first kiss suddenly took her. "I'm going to have to pay closer attention to the younger years and who's pining after whom!" "Then report back immediately!" She laughed. She didn't pay a lot of mind to the younger years, but maybe she would from now on. She knew how young fancy could be. It could be so terrifying. "I bet that'd kick things into gear." "You'll help me out with the Ravenclaws of course, won't you? I have a hard time reading your house sometimes. We and Hufflepuffs just wear our hearts on our sleeves, of course." This idea was cheering Rosemary up quite a bit. "Oh, there are a few boys in my house I know could do with a good cheer. And a girlfriend, if at all possible." "Of course. Though I'm not good at paying attention to the younger years." She squeezed Rosie's arm as their little scheme all fell into place. "Ravenclaws are so tricky, even I have trouble with them at times. Though us swots could always use a good snog!" "And some of them may need a bit of a … guide, as it were," Rosie agreed. "Not all of you, of course, but sometimes the smartest people have the hardest time communicating what they really want, don't you think?" "Oh, naturally. These bookish sorts are pants when it comes to romance. I include myself in that." Lizzy thought of her romantic woes of the past with no shortage of retrospective embarrassment. "Oh, darling, we've all had our embarrassments," Rosie insisted, thinking briefly of her own. "I think it's a part of growing. All the more reason we should do this matchmaking bit, even if it does lead to some embarrassment for them. Better than they all just sit on the sidelines watching and wondering!" Lizzy wondered if Rosie was thinking of Reuben. Gryffindor boys were so embarrassing. "And it's best they learn how to navigate these rough situations young, rather than run into trouble as proper adults, after all. We can guide them! We'll be mentors." She laughed. "We'll be brilliant," Rosie laughed too, though she meant it. "After all, with--" she cut herself off immediately. She'd been reminded suddenly of Grizel and the advice she'd given on the wireless, thinking they could fill the void she'd left behind, but their plan was such a cheerful one and she didn't want to ruin this small moment of happiness bringing up a tough subject and a girl they both missed. "We've just had enough experience to guide them. But not so much that we'll guide them to be improper." Lizzy thought of Grizel too and a pang of how much she missed the other girl ran through her. "Of course. We've both had boyfriends, and all that. But we're not floozies. I bet we'll end up training those boys so well their future wives will send us thank you cards!" "That's terribly ambitious," Rosie said, fond of the idea. "But I think perhaps we ought to just start a bit smaller, at least for a week or so." "You're right. Start small. Their next Hogsmeade trip will be a total success." Lizzy smiled. Aim small. Normal things like Hogsmeade and dates were a good thing to focus on. "Perfect," Rosie agreed with a grin. "And after that we can pick out their wedding colours." "Oh, I'm so good at this!" she said as they started up a flight to stairs. "Colour combinations are just my favorite thing." Not that Lizzy had already planned her own wedding or anything. "We'll have to plan them all for different seasons, too," Rosemary enthused. "Take advantage of each one and how lovely they can be. And lovely locales, but not so far away we couldn't all attend. Maybe we'll get to be bridesmaids, getting them together and all..." |