Who: Rose Zeller, Oliver Wood, Charlie Weasley. What: The morning after her fight with Steve. Where: Oliver & Charlies flat flat When: October 15th 2000. Rating: Low/Med
Rose had woken up in a strange room and a strange bed. It had been evening when she'd arrived at Olivers too numb from her argument with Steve to do much more than lean against the man she considered family and fight the urge to cry. Over a cup of tea everything had come spilling out from her meeting with Kevin to that final, horrible scene in the hall where Steve had eventually told her to get out.
It had been too easy for her to do just that and she'd walked out the door and kept on walking until she was Diagon. Moving to sit on the edge of the bed, Rose looked round the unfamiliar surroundings before tugging on her trousers and socks from yesterday. This was the reality of the situation ; her things were at ho..at Steve's and there was too much stubbornness in her to go and ask for them back. He'd worried her - told her things she hadn't wanted to hear and it had scared her when he had raised his voice and then gone quiet ; too quiet for comfort.
Letting out a sigh she rose and remade the bed. Finally when there were no more pillow fluffing to distract her she opened the door and stepped out into the main room. There wasn't much that Ol couldn't do but somehow turning back the clock to when Steve was a friend and things were safe might just be one of them.