Rainy Nights :Open:

[rosalie]

| I can't be held responsible 'Cause she was touching her Face, I won't be held responsible She fell in love in the
First place, for the life of me I cannot remember, What made us think that we were wise and we'd never
compromise, For the life of me I cannot believe we'd ever die for these sins, We were merely freshmen |

The air was cool against Rosalie’s back as she traveled through the streets of Hogsmeade. Her skin was cold from the rain that fell before her and continued to engulf the little town. She attempted to keep the river in the air from drenching her as she pulled her cloak closer to her frame and cast a drying spell. Her shoes clicked softly from puddle to puddle and caused her to frown when her shoes slowly began to fill with water. She sighed deeply before finding the humor in her situation and allowed an accepting laugh to escape her lips. It really was amusing that she had decided that today would be a good one for a trip to Emmeline’s Apothecary. In all honestly her judgment had been made after an overnight assisting to her Mentor, who’s lab had no windows, and she had not realized how terrible the weather would be. Laughing at herself Rosalie attempted to comb out the tangles in her hair with her fingers as she ignored the blush that had found itself on her face.

It was then that she reached her destination. Rosalie hurried into the little shop only to nearly slip on the step and catch herself with the door. The dark wood felt soft against her hand as she straightened herself out before entering the building. Once inside she cast another drying spell to catch any water that she may have missed and turned her sapphire gaze to the many shelves of supplies. Rosie forgot her misstep of coming out today as she looked over all the rare ingredients and instead found herself enthralled at what she saw. Potions has always fascinated her, but now that she understood the true art of it, it had also become like art to her. The ingredients were the actors in the cauldrons theatre creating a story for society. Rosalie gently removed a stray lock of hair from her face as she found herself in a particular section and looked over at the Amaranthus.

A highly intriguing flower that was extremely rare and expensive, but needed for the potion she had meant to make tonight. Rosalie picked up the vial that held one of the golden flowers in it and carefully carried it to the clerk with the intent to buy. The man smiled wickedly at her but Rosalie could only blush as she made her purchase and left the little shop to return to the rain. Thankfully by now the sky had stopped beating the people of the town with the water and instead let down a soft mist to walk in. Rosalie decided then to forgo her drying spell and instead feel the cold moist air on her flesh as she walked towards the Three Broomsticks. It had been a while since she had found the time to stop for a drink and the pub seemed to be glowing with life despite the nasty weather. So, Rosie entered the pub and was attacked by the smells of butterbeer as well as wet wood when she closed the door.

She removed her cloak at one of the back tabled and sat carefully as to not injure the vial in her pocket. It was then that one of the barmaids, a pretty woman with golden curls, took her order and left Rosalie staring. As of late she had been denying her urges to try being with a woman. In fact, not even her sister knew yet how Rosalie felt. It was all just so confusing. Then the woman bent slightly to set Rosie’s drink on the table and she caught a glimpse beneath her shirt. Rolling her eyes at herself and downing her fire whiskey Rosalie once again laughed at herself. She felt like a school girl again and blushed deeply at that thought before muttering to herself. “Get a grip, you are pathetic!” Just as the words exited her mouth Rosalie then realized that someone was approaching her table. She decided to hide her self scolding and inside smile warmly at the person, much as she always did when it came to people. …

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[alice grace hallows]

The Three Broomsticks was always very busy when it was chilly out. And this being the beginning of spring they were just starting to come out of their busiest time of year. The rain fall of course brought everyone back in once more. The other girls working with Alice were a few years older than she was and more experienced. So naturally when the golden haired girl lost her tab of orders, she blamed it on poor Alice. And naturally, instead of fighting the girl, Alice sunk her head and excepted the punishment of taking over all the girl's tables so she could skip away to the Hog's Head to meet up with her boyfriend.

Walking hurriedly into the busy room of patrons, Alice scribbled down all the other girl's table numbers and counted them together with her own. That was eight tables. Eight very busy table. Except one. Which had only one person sitting at it. Alice decided to take that table last as the others had more people. Lucky for Alice half the other girl's tables had already been served. She quickly put in an order for the other table of three and then moved on to the lone girl in the back.

Hurrying over Alice smiled. "I'm really sorry... Your order was lost. What can I get for you?" She looked like she was going to fall over. She'd been working for three straight months now. Saving up to get a better place to stay as well as paying off Madam Rosmerta for letting Alice stay in the loft upstairs. Her face was peckish and her hair wasn't quite as neat as it had always been. "You're.... The Pettigrew girl. We graduated together? Last year? Or where you the year before? Different houses of course." Alice smiled. She was alright at making small talk but honestly hated having to do it. It was nice that she actually knew something about this person. "Are you here visiting your family or just walking down memory lane?" Either way she wasn't stuck working all these hours. Even the ministry looked nice now and if she hadn't already given up her tea tray girl position she'd have thought about going back. Thought about it.... Alice would never actually go back to that horrid job.

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