ohrosie (ohrosie) wrote,
@ 2011-01-05 23:36:00

London had not changed in five years. Rose Weasley had.

From a distance, one could tell that the girl walked straighter. Confidence held her up like a marionette, taller and prouder than she had ever walked the halls of Hogwarts. Closer, one could see that her typically pale, though freckled, skin was tanned and darker than usual. There was a thick scar on her chin from an accident with a mob of doxies. From her months living on location, eating what plants were available and walking from place to place, she had become both thinner and stronger. Most people who knew her before would not recognize her in passing had it not been for the one thing that hadn't changed: her red hair.

It was a sudden decision to come back to England after five years traveling. It had nothing to do with the fact that she had no money: money wasn't needed with what she did, after all. But after four Christmases away from the family, four birthdays without her grandmother's cake, and four years without seeing from her family, Rose finally had to admit that she needed them and it was not weak to want to go home. She had no idea how long she'd stay, but as she walked through the Ministry, tall and straight, tanned and scarred, Rose had a feeling she was going to stay longer than she would have guessed. It surprised her how much she missed being around people.

Rose stepped into an empty lift and decided to see her father first. That surprised her as well: she had entered the Ministry with every intention of meeting up with her mother, as she had never been particularly close to her father, but she knew deep down he was who she really wanted to see.

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	ohrosie 2011-01-13 12:14 am UTC (link)
	Rose looked both pleased and impressed. "Bali. Basil in Bali." She shook her head and let out a laugh. "I can't picture it, I'm sorry. You're a pale English arsehole, and you spent time on Bali's beach?" She laughed again. "Natives must've fucking hated you, mate." (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

entitled_to_it
2011-01-13 04:25 am UTC (link)

"I'll have you know I tan well," Basil tugged indignantly on his collar, sitting taller for good measure. "And they loved me," he shrugged, ignoring her laugh even if he really liked hearing it, "everyone loves me."

Casually flicking his empty glass, the ice clinked and Basil's eyebrows shot up. "Bali had some spectacular nude beaches. So did Dubai and Costa Rica and especially Queensland", he smirked.

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ohrosie
2011-01-13 04:10 pm UTC (link)

She'd have none of that. Rose pursed her lips and grunted a reply before retreating to her drink. She looked annoyed, and she was. He'd said it purposely to annoy her, which annoyed her even more, and--and that meant that people saw him, and he saw them! Obviously those beaches were covered with whores from around the globe. "I got invited to the nude beaches in Brazil," she shot back, and it wasn't a lie. "Got some brilliant sun." That was: she never went.

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entitled_to_it
2011-01-14 12:56 am UTC (link)

"You, at a nude beach?" Basil scoffed, looking at Rose with disbelief. He could have teased her more, but he didn't want to make her miserable. The only thing worse than not seeing Rose for five year would be pissing her off enough that she walked out on him just as they were getting started.

Basil coughed and cleared his throat. "I thought about Rio a few times, but..." His expression was softer. "I didn't have a guide."

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	ohrosie 2011-02-08 03:31 am UTC (link)
	Rose smirked into the glass again. "You'd've hated it," she assured him. "You're not the Rio type. Too many men more handsome than you to compete with. Your ego would be too pained to stay long." (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

entitled_to_it
2011-02-08 04:51 am UTC (link)

Basil smirked back, picking up his drink and enjoying a long sip before scoffing at her comments. "I find that hard to believe." He knew he was attractive and Rose did too. At least he was cocky enough to think it true.

Not sure what else to say, Basil leaned back and found solace in his drink. Alcohol always led to happy silence and gave him good reason to stare pleasantly at his companion. Sliding back against the seat, Basil nursed the drink as he watched her, trying to rectify reality with fantasy. He still couldn't believe that Rose bloody Weasley was sitting across from him. Shaking his head, Basil took another long drink, letting the alcohol wash over him. On an empty stomach, everything felt fuzzy.

"I miss you."

Apparently his brain had gone fuzzy too as the words slipped out. Looking awkwardly to the side, Basil broke eye contact in favor of another drink, nodding toward the bar and swallowing what he had left in order to avoid Rose's reaction.

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ohrosie
2011-02-08 06:47 pm UTC (link)

She had been enjoying the look of the alcohol in the glass, vaguely aware of Basil looking at her. It felt silly to have him looking at her, although she wasn't sure why. Was he looking at her any differently than he had during their years at Hogwarts? No, she concluded. At least, not their last year of Hogwarts. Otherwise, it was very different.

He missed her. It made Rose feel warm and she fought a smile, not wanting to look as though he made her all that happy. He missed her. It wasn't enough to say that she missed him, too. That didn't begin to describe it.

"Of course you missed me," Rose said. "I make your life interesting. It must've been horribly dull without me, even with all the travels."

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entitled_to_it
2011-02-11 03:45 pm UTC (link)

Had it been past tense, her comments wouldn't have hit her as hard, but the fact was, he hadn't stopped missing her. This was all a tease and it broke his heart. How could he stop missing her when he knew she'd just leave him again?

"I'm miserable without you," Basil deadpanned. Lifting an eyebrow, he wondered if she'd ever understand. Telling Rose how much her absence effected him could very well drive his wayward best friend off. Even if he couldn't keep her, he didn't want to lose her brief company. Fortunately for him, Basil didn't have to explain further as his next drink came.

"Much appreciated," he grinned, lifting the liquor in salute before taking a sip.

He had to blink to refocus after. Filling his apartment with food wouldn't be a bad idea. Alcohol on an empty stomach had a strong effect on him.

"I'm starving," he admitted, though he took another healthy sip. "I'm pathetic without you. If I get you lunch, will you help me stock my cupboards?"

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ohrosie
2011-02-12 02:38 am UTC (link)

Rose winkled her nose and shook her head. "I'm not grocery shopping with you, who am I, your mother?" But leaving the bar didn't seem a bad idea: she was feeling a bit heavy in the head, loose in the lips, and jelly in her legs. She imagined he had to be feeling at least slightly similar, and that meant the best course of action was to head back to his apartment and remain at least seven inches away from him at all times. For safety reasons.

She finished her drink, dropped it heavily on the table, and stood. "I should probably see your cupboards before I figure out how to stock them, yeah?"

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entitled_to_it
2011-02-14 12:45 am UTC (link)

"I haven't even finished my sodding drink yet!" Basil protested as she stood, but smiled all the same that he'd won more time. Stiffing the happiness as not to award her, he glared for good measure and stood as well. Instead of moving toward the door though, he stood defiantly and clutched the liquor while cocking an eyebrow at Rose like he was daring her to leave without him. She knew damn well one didn't abandon a perfectly good drink. Thankfully, with two already down, the third disappeared like water. It wasn't ideal, but letting Rose skip off without him was even less ideal.

Wiping his mouth with the back of his hand Basil called a "Thank you" and made his way toward Rose to lead her to his loft. As he neared, Basil felt his hand reach instantly to rest on her lower back; to guide her. He wanted badly to touch her, but wasn't sure how Rose would perceive it. After hovering indecisively long, Basil figured he could chock it up to alcohol and firmly made contact with his fingers. The rush was still there - forcing him to blink and concentrate. It helped alleviate the dread over Rose seeing his place. He had a feeling that her disapproval would be instant.

"Stairs are in back if you insist," Basil mumbled, still trying to maintain his muddled senses around her, "but you won't find anything but an empty mess."

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