Who: Rose & Hermione When: Saturday Afternoon Where: Out and About in the Village What: Overdue meeting Rating: Low with bits of snark and bottled up emotions
Yeah, I'm working, making money, I'm just starting to build a name. I can feel it, around the corner, I could make it any day. Mother mother can you hear me, sure I'm sober, sure I'm sane. Life is perfect, never better, still your daughter, .
It was hot. The sort of hot that sent most English into their homes with the shades drawn. But Rose wasn't the normal English woman. Her life existed outside. For the last week or so she'd been exploring the woods around the village, seeing what sort of plants existed. As much as she hated greenhouses, Rose knew she was going to have to cultivate some of the more exotic plants she loved. The village didn't have a quarter of the things she wanted.
Out since dawn, Rose decided it was time to come in for a snack. With her unruly hair yanked back into a ponytail and her knees covered in small scrapes and dirt from kneeling in the forest, Rose felt like herself again. If she could just avoid everyone all of the time she wouldn't be so angry. Of course, it was impossible to avoid Weasleys. They never let one of their own get too terribly far away.
Walking back into the village, Rose stopped short suddenly. There, seemingly out of nowhere, was her mother. The one person Rose wanted to avoid. And, wow, her mother looked so young. There were countless photos of Hermione Weasley in her youth and Rose had seen them all, but still. Seeing her mother in person at such an age froze Rose in her tracks. She was use to an older witch, full of wisdom and intelligence and authority. Not a young girl like the witch in front of her. No, that couldn't really be her mother. It just couldn't.