Rose Weasley is more than her family. (disenchantedly) wrote in fourteenshades, @ 2013-12-08 10:39:00 |
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WHO: Rose & Ron Weasley
WHAT: Chess
WHEN: Backdated to Friday Evening
WHERE: Castle Kitchen
RATING: Low, some swearing
Status: Closed//In Progress
Rose wasn't going out of her way to be a brat. Not this time. Her sarcasm and snark since arriving was a defense mechanism, and she knew it. But that didn't mean it helped her situation any. Her parents were here, and they were her age. They'd known about her, but they hadn't expected her to arrive. It didn't make any sense to Rose. Logic dictated that she or Hugo could arrive at any time. They should always expect people without getting their hopes up. So here she was, feeling at fault for her mere existence, and trying not to show everyone exactly how much she was freaking out. She wanted to talk to her parents. She needed her mother to be logical and to the point and her dad to just get it, but they weren't her parents yet. They were kids who would someday become her parents, but they just...weren't.
When Ron wrote a private message on her most recent journal, Rose thought she was going to be sick. How are you supposed to meet someone you've known your entire life? How can you say to them, "I don't want to meet you. I know you. You should know me" without sounding like a child? She knew she'd written the wrong thing with her dad's passive 'okay', and she felt like someone had hit her when he didn't push harder. Try to out stubborn her. She also didn't give him a chance to. No matter how much she often disliked being part of such a huge and overshadowing family, and despite how much she rolled her eyes at being compared to her parents, she was their kid, and she loved them both a great deal.
"They're supposed to love me already," she told the white pawns as she lined them up on the board. "This gives them the chance to dislike me. They aren't tied to the unconditional part of being parents if they aren't even dating yet." Rose knew, no matter how much she upset them with her snark, her parents loved her. She was afraid, though she'd never actually use that word. She hadn't known what to do, so she suggested the one thing her dad had always used when he couldn't get her to talk: chess. They would sit for hours, silently playing, until she would come out with whatever was bothering her. She got her sullen silences from him, and he knew how to help. She looked at the bored she borrowed from that tall guy who said he was a duke or something. She could tell he'd carved the pieces himself. This wasn't Wizard's chess. They weren't going to destroy each other. This was good old, regular chess.
The board was set, and Rose had made hot chocolates and found some biscuits to set out. She sat at the end of the long table there and waited.