Who: Rose Weasley & Open What: Venting around town When: Late afternoon Where: City streets Rating: PG probably, for bursts of magic Status: Incomplete
Her father was seventeen and might think she was a Death Eater, and to make it worse, she still couldn't find a decent cup of tea in the entire city. Rose hadn't played with her band in weeks, and this place was slowly driving her mad. She wanted to be back where what she knew actually meant something. Sleeping in that afternoon, she'd eventually left her apartment to go for a walk. No real purpose behind it but to fume, and sulk. She was much too like her father at times.
The only good thing about her walk so far was the sun. She didn't often see it a lot at home, at least it was prominent here. She walked passed a music store, staring in the window with interest. There were a few items on tables out on the streets, so she went up to them with interest.
She was skimming though some CD's, when something caught her eye. Rose was in the middle of lifting up a CD by someone of the name Savage Garden, when a pile of what she thought were called DVDs caught her eye. And there, on top, was a picture of her parents and her uncle staring at her, unmoving.
There was only the briefest of pauses, and her eyes narrowed. For a moment, everything was silent, and then the entire section of DVDs exploded, pieces flying out and scattering across the the side walk. It wasn't a massive mess, there was no fire, it though it made many people jump.
Stupid. Her magic focused on her emotional distress. Sighing, she didn't bother to take out her wand, not for this one, and mutter "Reparo" under her breath, and all of the DVDs began to pick themselves back up, cases and papers and all to put themselves together and go back to their original places.