home where my music's playing (rose)

[Rose Weasley]

Rose beamed back at him, not sure if the latter half of his sentence was true or not, but not thinking too deeply into it. Thinking too much was not something she intended to do when she had a perfectly fabulous, deliciously hot boy kissing her like the world might end tomorrow. Merlin, she'd missed Seth recently.

She made a little noise of protest as Seth moved away, appeased somewhat when she realised that he wasn't actually going anywhere. He definitely had gorgeous eyes, she decided for about the thousandth time. Craning her neck a little, she kissed Seth on the forehead before looking at the aforementioned wine. "We do," she agreed, reaching out for her glass, "Although I also feel that you should clarify what kind of time scale you mean by 'not too much later'... Do you want your glass too?" Even as she concluded her sentence, she'd transferred her glass to her other hand to leave one free to feel around on the floor for Seth's, somewhat miraculously not spilling anything.

[Seth Wishart]

Seth let his gaze wander over her face - and the rest of her - with intense appreciation. It sounded cheesy and stupid even in his head, but he still found it hard to believe that someone as amazing and gorgeous as Rose was actually remotely interested in him. He'd always considered himself absolutely dreadful with anything approaching romance, and yet here he was with a girlfriend he was crazy about - and was still with, after a whole year. When he kissed her, it was not so much with the thought that the world might end tomorrow as with the thought that he might wake up tomorrow and find that it had all been a dream.

"Well..." He moved one hand to rest on her thigh, his thumb moving in small circles there. "I'd be pretty happy to carry on right now, but let's be a bit civilised, so yes, I'll have my glass. Plus," he added, his brain finally catching up with the rest of him, "The sofa might not be the most diplomatic place to do it, if I want to stay friends with my flatmates..."

[Rose Weasley]

"Good point," Rose conceded, making a move to disentangle herself from him just a little. It wasn't that she wanted to particularly (or at all), it's just that if Seth kept up that precise movement on her thigh then she'd simply have to kiss him, and if that happened then they'd be all back to square one within a couple of minutes, and James and Fred would not be impressed. "I'm rather fond of being alive," she said lightly, "And as genuinely lovely as my cousins are, if they found us in a state of undress on your sofa, I'm not one hundred percent sure I'd remain that way. Although, on the other hand, I'm sure they can't be that great as friends..."

She eventually located Seth's glass of wine, and handed it to him. "We can do civilised. Possibly even embroidery," she teased, sliding her foot along his leg in order to play footsie, which possibly didn't quite count as 'civilised'.

[Seth Wishart]

"Yeah, I'm not sure they'd be too happy." Seth grinned. "I think they live with us, so long as they don't have to see anything. To be honest," he added thoughtfully, "I'm not sure I really want them seeing me without clothes on anyway. There are limits to our friendship." He took the hint as she moved them very slightly further apart, and accepted his glass as she handed it to him. "Thanks. And cheers." He held the glass up momentarily before taking a sip from it. He wasn't a wine connoisseur, but she actually appeared to have bought quite nice stuff, which made him feel guilty all over again for being so unprepared for her arrival.

"Good idea." He nodded at her. "Though I might be lacking needles. Or thread. Or anything else you need for embroidery." He hooked his leg round her ankle and pinned her foot against the sofa, giving her a mock-stern glance with raised eyebrows, then went on in extremely polite tones, taking another sip: "Nice wine"

[Rose Weasley]

"Cheers," Rose clinked her glass against his. "I think I'd be quite worried if you wanted my cousins to see you naked. I think if that was the case then there would be a slight possibility that you were currently snogging the wrong Weasley."

"You've got me," she disagreed happily, "But I'd possibly be more likely to cause a fatal accident than a beautiful picture if you presented me with a needle." She sipped at her wine and wiggled her toes mournfully as the movement of her foot was impeded by Seth's, running her other foot along his calf in retaliation. "Thank-you," she accepted his critique in an attempt at a refined voice: in reality, Rose had simply asked the shop assistant which were the cheapest, nicest wines they had and then had chosen that particular one based on the pattern on the label.

[Seth Wishart]

"Definitely not," Seth confirmed. "And definitely not the wrong Weasley either. Though technically speaking, I'm not currently snogging anyone. Unfortunately." He squeezed her knee and grinned at her, possibly a slightly hypocritical move, since he'd just attempted to stop her from touching him. Then again, given that her foot was currently running along his leg, he didn't really care.

"How am I supposed to use you to do embroidery?" he objected. "Anyway, you can't cause a fatal accident with a needle because, like I just said, I don't have any needles here. So unless you brought one with you along with the wine..." He glanced at her foot and then up at her, his eyebrows raised. "You're terrible at civilised..."

[Rose Weasley]

sorry i've taken forever, please love me still xxxx
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"I meant in the general sense, rather than the specific," Rose sounded academic, although she knew she was just talking complete rubbish. It was probably as close to whispering sweet nothings as Rose tended to get on a regular basis, except occasionally perhaps when she was a bit tipsy. Expressing her feelings wasn't her strong point, but she thought that Seth at least mostly got it. She linked her fingers through his where they still rested on her leg.

"I could do the embroidery?" she suggested, rolling her eyes good-naturedly. "Also, you're a wizard, Wishart. Transfiguring needles was like the first lesson of first year." She grinned at his criticism, trying and failing to look a little angelic. Personally, she thought red hair made it a lot harder, so she was naturally impeded. "I'm very good at civilised," she disagreed, mainly on principle rather than any particular conviction that playing footsie counted as civilised behaviour.

[Seth Wishart]

"If you say so. Though we could always change the general to the specific. If you wanted," Seth suggested casually, taking another mouthful of wine. In truth, he wouldn't quite have known what to do or say if Rose had been frequently romantic or expected him to be. Although he sometimes wondered what she was thinking or feeling - specifically about him - most of the time he was quite happy with light-hearted and fun as opposed to serious and intense.

He pulled a face at her reminder that he could transfigure needles, but didn't deign to reply. "Rose Weasley's offering to do embroidery for me?" he said teasingly instead. "I feel like I need to record this for posterity. I'm expecting handkerchiefs with my initials sewn on for my birthday, just so you know, so you'd better get practising."

"You're not," he corrected her with a grin. "But I like you that way, so don't change." He shifted himself round, pulling his legs up onto the sofa(and releasing her foot as he did so) so that he was sitting sideways on it, facing her. His fingers were still linked with hers, and he tugged gently on her hand, encouraging her to come and sit closer.

[Rose Weasley]

"General to the specific?" Rose questioned, even as she responded to his pull on her hand and slipped even closer. Looking up at him, she smiled and pressed her lips to his once more. "I'm pretty happy with you too," she confessed lightly, squeezing his fingers a little.

"I'm going to get you hankies with your initials on," she threatened, grinning, "And then you'll be horribly disappointed and have no-one to blame but yourself, 'kay?" Keeping her fingers linked through Seth's, she had a mouthful of wine before depositing the glass back on the table and swivelling around properly to face him, newly spare elbow leaning on the back of the sofa with her head leant on it in turn.

[Seth Wishart]

"Well, yeah, you know..." Seth grinned at her. "Go from 'currently snogging you in a general sort of way' to 'currently snogging you right at this specific moment'" The kiss she gave him was not quite a snog, but he responded eagerly, laughing as she pulled away again.

"Why would that disappoint me?" he demanded. "It sounds like just what I've always wanted. I'll show them off whenever I can - whether I have a cold or not. Although," he added thoughtfully, "I would be quite disappointed if you didn't get all my initials in. Also if you didn't sew them yourself." He still held his own wine glass, but his free hand found its way to her thigh and slid up it as he leaned forwards and kissed her again, lightly. Then, not quite able to resist the temptation despite their agreement to stay civilised whilst in a communal area, his lips moved along the line of her jaw to her ear.

[Rose Weasley]

"Sounds fine to me." She grinned back, liking his clarification.

"What even are your initials?" Rose teased, "S. K. X. Q. W. the eighteenth - XVIII?" She did, it's only fair to point out, actually know Seth's full name - Seth Nicholas Coleman Wishart - and thus also his initials. "If that's all you've ever wanted from me, you're a sadder individual than I ever even suspected."

She leant into the kiss, hands sliding around Seth's torso to hold him closer. "And you said I was bad at being civilised in a semi-public area?" she pointed out, unable to resist the temptation, although her words were somewhat belied by the fact that one of her hands was dropping down to rest on Seth's hip, and no sooner than she'd finished her sentence was she kissing him again.

[Seth Wishart]

((OOC - Did you know his full name or did you look up his app? ))

"Yes, that's exactly right," Seth said, deadpan. "I expect a dozen of them with that on, hand sewn by you... And I never said it was all I wanted from you," he corrected her. "There's a lot of things I want from you, to be honest, and initialled hankies isn't really top of the list..."

"Well, you are," he muttered against her lips. "So am I. Seems like we're well-matched. Though I can stop if you want?" he added, pulling his head back very slightly and raising his eyebrows at her. However, the hand on her thigh had kept moving, up to her waistband and inside her top, where he ran his fingers across bare skin even has he made his suggestion to stop.

[Rose Weasley]

OOC-- HA. What do you think? I researched carefully. Also, is Fred coming or not? I've forgotten.
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"Knew there was a reason we were going out," Rose practically whispered back, her voice a little hazy, but her tone sharpening as she continued, "Don't you dare." She wiggled a little as his hand reached bare skin, her own hand slipping up his back under his t-shirt as she leant back against the arm of the sofa, pulling Seth with her.

Reaching round with her other hand, she gently took Seth's glass and put it on the floor, the coffee table now being slightly out of her reach. The wine was nice, but right now - provided he had no objection and didn't stop kissing her in protest at basically having his drink confiscated - Rose would quite like both of Seth's hands and most of his concentration involved in snogging her, please and thank-you. One of her hands moved up to his shoulder, and she resumed kissing him once more.

[Seth Wishart]

((OOC - Well, I don't think we ever actually invited Ste to join, but I think that's a thing that should definitely happen...))

Seth gave a slightly choked laugh. "Both really bad at being civilised... Seems like a great basis for a relationship." He smirked at her reaction; however, he had no desire for any of this to stop either, and her own hand inside his shirt was more than distracting.

The next moment, he found his glass being removed from his hand (where he'd half forgotten about it anyway, being much more taken up with snogging Rose) as she pulled him down on top of her. All thoughts of where they were sitting - or rather lying now - were rapidly disappearing as his lips found hers with slightly more urgency and he kissed her deeply.

Both hands were now free, and he made the most of this fact; one stayed resting where it was, on her side inside her top, his thumb stroking the skin there. The other roamed across her body, finding her breast and cupping it outside her clothes.

[Fred Weasley II]

Saturday mornings Fred would stuff a rucksack with clean clothes and a bottle of water, and go for a jog. When the water was gone or he simply couldn't take it any more, he would head over to his parent's house for breakfast and catch up with them. Some weekends even Roxanne managed to wake up early enough to attend these family gatherings and Fred loved these mornings above all others. 

This particular Saturday was no less pleasant than the rest, but significantly different. Fred would usually take a shower at his parent's house while his father cooked breakfast, and then eat it whilst spilling the details of his life to them, leaving out his progression with a certain Pro Chaser, no matter how much they asked. Once finished, he would take the home-made packed lunch from his mother and head over to Diagon Alley for his shift at the Joke Shop for the rest of the day.

He would usually head to the Joke Shop. This Saturday, his mother handed over no packed lunch. Apparently, his father had made a mistake with the new stock orders and needed to have a word with the delivery guy arriving that afternoon. "He'll handle it and do the rest of the shift today," Angelina had assured her son. Fred, feeling a little lost without his Saturday routine and being able to think of nothing to fill his suddenly empty schedule, simply lounged around his childhood home until mid-afternoon when the feeling of uselessness, paired with his mother's suggestions to go and hang out with his sister, became overwhelming. Maybe, Fred decided, he could just apparate back to the flat and see if James was around or Seth was awake to do something.

He said his goodbye and seconds later was stumbling out onto the living room floor in his apartment. Already conducting his routine pat-down to check he still had all of his limbs, Fred froze, wide-eyed, when he realised exactly what was occurring on the sofa not three feet away from him. The shared sofa, his mind pointed out in a deep tone of disgust that did not match the horrified pitch that proceeded to come out of his mouth when he yelled "No!" at the top of his voice. "Ahhhh!" He added, quickly slapping his hands over his eyes and then pretending to claw them out as he backed up against the living room wall. "I knew this day would come!"




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