HP is owned by J.K.Rowling, as we all know....
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Words are flying out like
Endless rain into a paper cup
They slither while they pass
They slip away across the universe
Pools of sorrow, waves of joy
Are drifting through my open mind
Possessing and caressing me....
“You do it like this,” said Lily patiently. She put her hand around Rose’s and her wand and flicked it. Across the room, a vial exploded as the jinx hit it. “You’re good at Charms and Potions, but Dark Arts’ wand movement is different.”
“Aren’t you smart,” snapped Rose. “I could beat you in any written exam.”
“I’m sure you could,” said Lily shortly.
The bell rang and the class stood and put their things away and headed out for lunch.
“Hey you two,” called a voice. Rose and Lily turned to see Torilynn Cartemis and Caleigh Hartney, their Gryffindor girl friends, approaching. “Eat outside today?” Caleigh offered.
“We’d love to,” said Rose and Lily together.
The four friends got sandwiches from the Great Hall and headed out onto the grounds. It was a mild day, more cool than warm. A light chilling breeze floated over the comfortable flat warmth of early April.
“I can’t wait ‘till we’re older,” mused Torilynn. Her long black hair was flowing behind her as she gazed about vaguely.
Rose and Lily looked surprised.
“Why would you want that?” Rose demanded. “When you’re old you have all these responsibilities, and jobs and kids, and no time for fun! You get married and your flirting days are over.”
“I’m talking about the freedom part,” Torilynn explained.
“Tori’s mum is like a Russian dictator,” said Caleigh. She smirked pushed and her dirty blond bangs aside her freckled face. Torilynn rolled her own dark eyes.
“I couldn’t live like that,” Lily said idly, opening up The Quibbler (which, yes, was still running) and lying on her stomach on the grass.
“Lily would curse her parents if they didn’t give her what she wanted,” Rose sniggered.
“Not true,” said Lily calmly and turning the magazine upside-down. “But being an adult is not freedom, my friend. Frolick when you’re a kid- rip off your clothes and prance about naked. That’s the way to live.”
Rose and Caleigh laughed, but Torilynn turned pink at the thought.
Rose had wavy reddish hair, a darker complexion than anyone in the Weasley family, and Hermione’s brown eyes. Lily had mahogany brown hair, freckles, and clear blue-green eyes. Both were small and skinny and obviously related, and both had an air of calmness and laid-back, that of which most Weasleys possessed anyway.
“We’re in fourth year,” Rose went on. “We’ve got a whole life ahead of us!”
“And we’re best friends forver,” Rose smiled, and caught Lily’s eye, who smirked as a usual unsaid message passed between them.
*beginning of seventh year*
Lily sighed. “Gone are the days when I could help you out with a spell.”
“You’re still top in Defense Against the Dark Arts and Getting Guys,” said Rose encouragingly. “And, you’re better than I am at Quidditch by far.”
“It’s because I’m not into magic anymore,” Lily muttered, and Rose sensed that she had been feeling this for a while. Their relationship was as close as ever.
“What d’you mean?” she asked, surprised nonetheless.
“I want to do art or music or something,” Lily explained. “Or dance! Do you realize how limited our world is?”
Rose didn’t say anything. It was a rare time indeed when Lily talked about her feelings or deep opinions.
“It’s the same thing for our whole life,” Lily went on. “Quidditch and school. All the boys are repetetive, even!”
“So you’d rather go off and paint a picture?”
Lily threw her a look of annoyance. “You know it’s more than that. I mean, our talents haven’t been touched upon at all.”
She stopped abruptly and Rose knew it was the end of this outburst. Lily sighed again and returned to her homework. “Jonas is so cute,” she sighed.
“Yes he is,” Rose replied. She reached over and hugged her cousin.
*
“You can have him.”
“We’ve both had him twice, let’s go for a third round- take him, please.”
Christopher Delmonico stood between the two girls, a look of utter confusion underneath his messy hair.
“If neither of you want me I’ll go away,” he muttered.
“That’s not it,” said Rose kindly. “We both like you, you see.”
“And I don’t know which of you I like.”
“Well, thanks then,” said Christopher’s friend, Jonas Anderson. He took Lily by the hand and she allowed him to pull her away. Rose looked amused and smiled at Christopher.
This is how it usually worked out: Rose and Lily shared boys, or passed them on to each other. It was slightly cruel, but it kept them and the boys out of (too much) heartache or drama. The only problem was they tended to fall for the same guys.
The girls might as well have been twins. They discovered at an early age that they seemed to have a close mental relationship: they finished each others’ sentences, and spoke what the other was thinking. Most of the time they had the same emotions.
“Hey,” Rose muttered later that evening as she got undressed, “Are you okay about Christopher?”
“You like him more than I do, Rosers,” said Lily vaguely, not looking up from her book.
“Yes, but that doesn’t mean-”
“I know you like Jonas,” said Lily, and Rose fell silent. “Honestly, your heart is going to explode from how much you fall in love. But he only took me because...well, I don’t know....”
“Do you think the boys notice the difference in us?” Rose mused, leaning across her bed and propping herself up on her elbows.
“Other than our general looks?” Lily marked her book and put it aside, looking over at her cousin. “Talking among themselves, I’m sure we’re the equivalent of one person. That’s what we get though, eh.”
“I’m cool with that,” said Rose lightly.
Lily raised her eyes disbelievingly. “You insult me if you think I don’t see right past that lie. Look, I know...sometimes it gets to me too. I’m sure they think I’m the more superficial one anyway.”
Rose laughed. “Yeah, you do seem unattached emotionally.”
“If you want to be recognized as yourself, go...” Lily thought for a moment. She gave up on thinking up an example and sighed. “Al and Jimmy get it all the time. I don’t know why Mum let Dad name ‘em, especially Al.”
“Yes, I do have the more sensible parents,” said Rose snobbishly.
“And yet, your father is Ronald,” Lily teased. Rose rolled her eyes and threw a pillow at her, and Lily grinned.
The dormitory door opened and Torilynn Cartemis stuck her head in. Her long dark hair flowed over her shoulder and she called, “Hey, you two- there’s a party starting downstairs!”
The two girls leapt up. “No way!”
“Come on!”
Rose tripped into her robes and the two girls made their way downstairs as cooly as possible.
“Hello Lily,” said Jonas. Lily was much more of a bitch than her cousin. She cared deeply for few people, or that’s how it seemed. Rose was really the only one who could tell that she loved all of her friends and family and cherished them close to her heart.
“Hey Jonas,” said Lily sexily. She smirked and followed Jonas to stand by the window, and his lips were on hers in moments.
Rose sighed. Two out of three times Lily got the guy in the end, and Rose was secretly very jealous of her cousin. Of the two, Lily was definitely more confident and sociable. Perhaps it was because of how she was raised, or maybe she was born headstrong.
“Hi Rose,” said Christopher. “Are you okay?”
Rose relaxed and smiled. “I’m great. How are you?”
“Good now that you’re here,” he said swiftly.
“Well aren’t you the master of pickup lines,” Rose flirted.
“It’s my specialty,” said Christopher comfortably.
“See, all I am is the master of are insults,” said Rose. “You’re must more romantic, obviously.”
“Well, if my pick-ups can get you swooning, let’s see if your insults can get me crying,” said Christopher, now grinning and slowly pushing her up to the wall.
Rose smirked. “All right, but I’m not going to comfort you when you cry for your mummy.” She took a deep breath and said, “Wow, did somebody just die, ‘cause you look a hell of a lot like a Thestral.” [A/N: That’s by me, btw. Lol ^.^]
Christopher burst out laughing and Rose couldn’t help it either. She glanced over to her cousin not more than a few yards away, and felt a pang of jealously. She liked Christopher, but she really liked Jonas. She sighed and pushed the feelings away. After all, she’d won over plenty of guys that Lily really liked. She loved her cousin, and her cousin loved her. At the end of the day, they both pushed the boy matters away and came back to each other as though by an invisible mental force.
The girls’ lives went on smoothly for most of the sixth year. Until That Day.
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