Re: Rose and Colin?
"Oh, I, yeah," he looked down at his feet. Of course she didn't want to dance, Colin was sure at best she considered him the Potters' hanger-on, maybe simply another smart 7th year. But he'd thought she was just the greatest girl in all of school since Al had introduced them in second year. Al had been so excited to see Colin on the train, he'd dragged the quiet, older boy into his trolley car with Rose and James and Dalton - he had already known James and Pucey of course - and his 12 year old brain was addled by how pretty the quiet Ravenclaw was. He liked her freckles back then, and her braids. He liked how much she liked books. And now, he still liked all of those things, but more. He liked how thoughtful she was, and how with one quiet word even a crowded room would do what she told it to.
He loved how beautiful she'd grown, and how kind she was. He felt like Rose was one of the most loving people he knew, even if most people thought she was cold, she just saw things differently. "Well," he started again, coming out of his thoughts, "can I get you some punch?" It sounded so lame, and he knew it, he wanted to shake his head at himself and just go back up to finish his packing in the dorms.