THREAD Who: Louis Weasley and Rose Zeller. (Who else, honestly?) What: The great owl-retrieval. When: Back to yesterday-ness afternoon-ness? Where: Library onwards. Rating: PG Incomplete/complete? Incomplete
Louis bounded down the steps, feeling a little hurt by Rose's comment about his imagination being a failure. It wasn't that bad. Sure, it was a bit childish but it wasn't overall terrible. Was it? He was, for once finally in a set of robes. Whose robes, exactly he didn't know but they were robes and he wore them almost proudly. It wasn't like he had much of a choice, anymore. Someone had finally gotten sick of his boycotting ways and sent him off to get changed into a set of robes which he had to wear during the weekend as well. That sucked, but he was Louis and he thought he could pull of anything no matter what he was in.
He arrived at his destination in a loud manner, much to the librarian's complete and utter disgust only to have Louis flash a wink and a grin at her. He was excited, for lack of a better word. He was going to get an owl which he could train to peck people in the head when he was displeased with them and he was going to see Rose. Not his cousin, Rose either. Spotting her waiting almost patiently off in the distance, his heart leaped slightly. If she ever found out that she had that affect on him, he probably wouldn't live it down for as long as he lived. He sneaked up quietly behind her and sat down on the seat next to her. "'Ello poppet!" he exclaimed, kissing her on both of her cheeks.