talking to the moon :: ryan corrinthos

[rosalie scarlett black]

a whole five minutes stood between rosalie black and her lunch break. she couldn't remember a single day during her time working at the shop when business had been this slow. rosie had been at work for four hours now and she'd only had two customers; the first wanted to return a cloak and the second wanted a button sewing back on or else they wanted a refund. rose sat behind the till with her elbows on the desk and her arms propping up her head. it wouldn't taken an expert to walk into the shop and tell she was bored. it wasn't the best image to be giving for the store but it wasn't as though things could get any worse today. there weren't any customers to be put off.

those five minutes would drag, that was for sure. nobody that walked past the shop was so much as looking in the window, let alone coming in to be served. rose was the only one working today as her colleague had called in sick. again. if she was the manager, she'd have had him sacked by now. what he claimed to be genetically caused migraines weren't caused by genetics at all, unless alcohol was now made using genes. sure, he was a nice guy, but unreliable. with two minutes to go, rosie stood up and walked into the back room, grabbing her coat, scarf and bag from her peg so that she could leave as soon as it turned one 'o' clock. a chime resonated through the silent shop signalling the arrival of a customer.

typical. just as she was about to get her break, a customer decided to turn up. that meant she had to stay and deal with them which would eat into her valuable half an hour of lunch. if there had been someone else there, she wouldn't have minded staying to serve them and then making up for the time at the end of the break because the shop wouldn't be abandoned. could you come back in about..." rosalie began as she walked back into the shop, before recognising the man before her. she frowned slightly as she tried to work out who it was, which instantly turned into a smile as she put a name to his face. "ryan! you finally decided to come back from your adventures then?" they'd kept contact but it had been a little difficult because every time she replied to his letters, he'd moved on to another country and the owls were having a hard time keeping up, especially when he seemed to be getting further and further away.

sung by bruno mars, grenade played by blake lively written by rosalie scarlett black written for ryan thomas corrinthos created by vicky

[ryan thomas corrinthos]

Ryan was surprised by the sun. Yeah, ok, so he'd been to Egypt, and so a lovely light tan graced his skin, but he didn't expect the sun to be this mild, to be honest. For the record, the tan that he'd acquired was already starting to fade, and actually he was surprised at that too. He thought it would last a little more than a month before it started to fade, but it wasn't even doing that. He thought about trying to prolong it with magic, but he wasn't one for altering his appearance for magic, because he loved how he looked, because it was just purely him. Everyone had off days, and there were days where he got them too, and he'd end up walking to the closest shop with a messy hair style and some rumpled clothes, but that didn't bother him so much, because as long as he was comfortable and smiling, it seemed that some people wouldn't pay heed to his clothes, and instead would just smile back. It seemed it was true, a smile was contagious. He hoped he'd be able to pass some smiles on at Hogwarts. HA! That made him should like a hippie do good-er.

Ry wasn't a hippie do good-er. He was a happy go lucky guy, but he wasn't all 'lets spread love and happiness and pray to whoever...' type of guy, and as nice as it was to spread love around and as much as he did wish everyone was happy, it wasn't like going around grinning would make everyone's lives perfect. And Ry, although wise and charming, was hardly the type to be able to come up with great motivational speeches at the drop of the hat. If it was needed and he'd had ages to prepare it, then sure, he'd probably be able to give it a go, but if not, the order of the phoenix would have to get their speeches elsewhere. And also for the record, being a member of the order was his attempt at trying to make everyone's lives that little bit better by being ready to take out any dark wizard threatening the lives of them all. That was good enough, right? And in his spare time he was going to be working up at Hogwarts as the new library assistant meaning that he'd be able to give the students homework help if they asked and needed it, so there was another nice thing he was going to do. All in all, Ryan was a pretty nice guy.

This nice guy's job for today, however, was to celebrate his ability to go out in the afternoon on weekdays because next Monday was his first day at the school, and so he was making the most of his precious weekly afternoon time. Today, this meant a lovely trip down the cobbled streets of Hogsmede for three reasons. One, he knew of an old friend working in these parts, and he had every hope of surprising her. Two, he was going to be working near Hogsmede and he wanted to know the lay of the land, because he was sure that at least some things would have had to change since he'd gone, right? Oh, and three, he was absolutely bloody starving. So, plan one was to wander around Hogsmede until he found the shop that his friend was in, two, surprise her, and three, take her to a lovely lunch, and catch up on absolutely everything. That was today in it's entirety. Part one of the plan was going well because as the bell tinkled, he was sure that he was in the right shop, and when a blonde haired employee walked through from the back, and Ryan pulled his hand out of his shorts and waved, an amused grin on his face.

For a brief second, he thought that she'd forgotten about him, but the thing she said next broadened his grin even more. "Ohh Rose, I thought that for a second there you were going to blow me off!"

[/color] he chuckled, opening his arms for a hug off his old friend. He'd missed this girl, she was one of the friends that he knew he could rely on. It was her that when he was here there and everywhere, he mailed to let her know where he was and what he'd been doing and that he was thinking of her. He was glad to be back home. "Is it time for you to knock off yet? I thought I'd take us to lunch to celebrate my homecoming, what do you think?"[/color] he asked, smiling cheerfully. He had nothing to be upset about, because for the past few years he'd seen so many places it was unreal, and then he'd come back home, blissfully unaware of anything bad. In the past month he'd been so busy he couldn't come to visit sooner though, because he'd been organizing his house, his job, and trying to get in with the order, and that had taken some convincing. It seemed they wanted to make sure he was trustworthy, and it was a good job his sister was a member.[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/justify]

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[rosalie scarlett black]

rosalie came to the conclusion that ryan must have been to some very cold places because he seemed dressed for the summer. spring wasn't too far away and so the effects of winter were starting to wear off a bit, but not enough for rose to go outside with a coat and scarf. she'd always been more susceptible to the cold than a lot of her friends which had brought about quite a bit of laughter when she went out with an umbrella whenever there were clouds in the sky. the end result was rosie laughing when it started pouring with rain and they all had to waddle back to the castle in cold, wet clothes while she walked comfortably beneath her protective canopy.

throwing her things onto the counter, rosie hurried towards ryan and wrapped her arms around him. she was only about an inch shorter than him but that distance was easily made up in high heels. today however she was sporting a pair of converses and so would have to settle for being the shorter of the two. "yeah, i was just heading out actually. good job you came in when you did or you'd have missed me." rosie cast a glance back at her bag, thinking of its contents. "sure beats the crumbly old sandwich i've got in there. i never could make the stupid things, muggle way or with magic." even if she'd had a fancy three course meal tucked away in her bag, rose would have agreed to go and have lunch with him.

"i've only got half an hour though so i'm going to have to drag you back here afterwards. i need the company and you've got too much to tell me." there was no way that his life had been as uneventful as hers since leaving hogwarts. there was no comparison when you put travelling around the world next to travelling around hogsmeade and diagon alley.

sung by bruno mars, grenade played by blake lively written by rosalie scarlett black written for ryan thomas corrinthos created by vicky

[ryan thomas corrinthos]

Ryan adjusted his clothes and sighed. Why had he decided to come out i fully fledged summer clothes? He'd noticed Rose's look and he nodded, knowing what she was thinking. "I know, I know, you're probably thinking that I'm crazy. It's just, I'm so used to it being warm that it's taking me time to adjust to the fact that I can't walk around in shorts anymore. I miss it"

[/color] he said, a fake upset type frown on his face, which could probably be described a little more like a pout. Well, he didn't see why, if it got to a point where he was freezing, he couldn't just use that lovely handy spell that let out a steady stream of warm air from a wand. It was usually used to dry clothes, as he remembered from the incident once in Hogwarts where, when messing around, himself and a friend of his had fallen into the lake. Now that had been cold. He chuckled inwardly at the memory, but the detention for almost getting themselves killed, well, that wasn't so much fun. He vaguely remembered being stuck in a room with a few people who were of lower years than him after that, but his memory was so focused on the lake part that he could barely remember the detention.

Ry wrapped his arms around Rosie, burying his head in the crook of her neck. He took a breath and grinned as the familiar scents of home started to come back to him. He'd gotten his own home this time, thanks to a little bit of help from his parents, so he'd missed the usual smells of his actual parents house. He was trying not to think of that as home now, because it would just make him miss it, but he wouldn't be able to cope without his own space. Besides, he doubted his parents would like the new slight lean toward the muggle population that he'd acquired after travelling either. Sure, Wizards and Witches were amazing because of magic, but muggles were equally as fascinating, mainly because they lived without house elves and magic to help them in their daily lives, and he just couldn't understand how they did it! He supposed it was because they thought that there was no other alternative way to live and that was that. Funny, though, that a fully blown magical community could operate under their noses and they didn't have a clue, at all. "Well, you know me, I've always had the best timing."[/color] he joked, releasing his friend and inspecting how much she'd changed. Actually, she looked the same, or maybe that was just him. Still as pretty as ever, but he wasn't even going to go there.

They'd dated once, but it hadn't turned out well, and they were just lucky that they could recover their friendship and carry on line nothing ever happened. A few people thought it was weird how they managed to do that, but it was a case of 'I don't want to lose what we had, and I don't want her out of my life' sort of thing. It was either suck it up and forget the bad things, or lose his best friend, and he wasn't about to do that. "Ha, well, this'll surprise you, but maybe I could give you some cooking lessons"[/color] he said with a proud grin. He was glad he'd learned to cook, it would come in handy when he was home and hungry. He doubted she'd believe him, he'd never professed to being the best cook, but that was because it wasn't something he really had to do a lot, was it? "Name the place, it's on me of course. A gentleman always pays"[/color] he said with a smile, offering her his arm. He was prepared to go anywhere, as long as they didn't take too long, he was starving! "Of course I'll come back! I won't get shouted at for loitering, though, will I?"[/color] he added, an amused smile on his face. He didn't want to get into trouble with the locals when he'd not even been there for two months. And yes, he knew it was a shop, but he knew that some people operated on a ‘buy or leave’ sort of thing, though that annoyed him. He liked to browse.[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/justify]

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[rosalie scarlett black]

"Not crazy, just... brave. It is one of the better days we've had this week though." Rosalie loved dressing for the summer but now just wasn't the time. The closest she'd get this time of year would be planning outfits for when the summer did arrive so she could get straight on to making plans rather than deciding what to wear. Each outfit had been folded neatly into a large shoebox and stacked up in her wardrobe. There were only about fifteen so far but it was plenty to be getting on with considering she'd change her mind on half of them when the time came to wear them.

Rose noticed him smelling her and this resulted in a furrowed brow. She sniffed him tentatively, expecting something exotic but being rewarded with the smell she recognised. She hadn't made a habit of analysing what he smelled like but some people had a distinctive aroma. Ryan was one of those people that she could recognise just from smell. Rosie would like to think that she could recognise him using any of her senses, excluding taste as she'd never bitten a chunk out of him. Once she had been released, she walked back over to the counter and wrapped her scarf around her neck before pulling her coat on. A laugh escaped her lips as he mentioned teaching her to cook. Pulling her hair out from under her scarf and coat and flicking it over her back, she replied; "Don't you remember the state of the kitchens after I tried to make us some butterfly cakes?"

"I'm pretty sure it's your turn to choose, I owe you for Madam Puddifoot's. Which also means I'm paying. If not as a homecoming present then to stop me buying more shoes, I haven't the room or the self-control." Rose added, raising an eyebrow in Ryan's direction to reinforce her decision. There was no room for discussion, he would choose and she would pay. Unless he picked somewhere extremely expensive, then she'd order a side salad and suggest them paying for their own meals. Rosalie pulled her bag over her shoulder and linked arms with Ryan, flicking the OPEN sign to CLOSED. "Are you kidding? I'll probably be the only person you'll see before the shop closes, providing Mrs. Dubose forgets about her dress robe fitting like she has done for the past three appointments."
sung by bruno mars, grenade played by blake lively written by rosalie scarlett black written for ryan thomas corrinthos created by vicky

[ryan thomas corrinthos]

Ryan let out a booming laugh, and couldn't help but agree that yeah, the weather had been terrible the past week. He'd wanted to lock himself inside it was so bad, but he'd probably have gone mad because he loved being outside, and he didn't like missing out on the chance to go running when he felt like it. Although unpacking all those boxes made him want to go crazy, at least then he'd be free of it. He didn't want to go ahead and use magic just in case he ended up breaking something valuable, considering he was never good at arranging things with magic. He had plenty of boxes left to do but at least he was getting there, and some of the main rooms were done, that was good, it wasn't like he was making no progress. He knew he had to do the living room, kitchen and bedroom though, they were the main three rooms that really needed doing. The bathroom was pretty easy, bang in some towels, paper and soap and that's that. Well, not quite, some shampoo and such too, but there we have it. "Well, I am a Gryffindor, so maybe that explains a lot"

[/color] he spoke with a smile. As much as he loved travelling, he'd missed everyone, Rosie included, and he had to admit that he was happy to be home. There really was no place like home, and he adored Egypt and Rome and every other city he’d set foot in, but the thing was that they didn’t have his friends and family in them, and he’d missed Alex and Rosie terribly. They were always close, and the thing was that he’d had all those moments where you think of something funny to tell them and you turn around and they’re not there, and that made him miss them more. He couldn’t even remember how many times he’d almost been on his way to packing and coming home, but he knew he’d be missing out on such a good opportunity that he couldn’t waste it.

Anyone who walked in to see them embraced in a hug and sniffing each other would probably think that they were crazy, but Ryan wanted to re-familiarise himself with his best friend, because he'd not seen her for so long that he'd forgotten things like the way she smelled, or the types of clothes she'd pick out to wear, or how she wore her hair. He didn't know stalker details like her shampoo in the first place, but he just wanted to find everything out about her again, and have a good catch up, because he probably had missed a lot. He wondered if she was still single, or if she was with someone, or if there was anyone she liked. He knew her job already, of course, considering he was visiting her there, that was obvious. He chuckled at the memory of her butterfly cakes. "Yeah, but I wasn't too much use with that either. I think I'd be a bit better now, so there, that shows people can improve."[/color] he said with a smile. "But now I quite fancy some butterfly cakes"[/color] he said with an amused smile. Maybe he'd stop by some bakery somewhere and pick them up one each, with cream and everything. That sounded lovely. He straightened his shirt out whilst she put her coat on, and when she was done, he linked arms with Rosalie and grinned. He would never go away for so long again. This was it, it was Ryan, trying to make an effort and settle down, for the sake of his friends, his family, and himself, although one or two holidays wouldn't interrupt that, right?

"Oh no, it's on me. There's this restaurant I know in London, a little place, if you want to go there. If it's still open"[/color] Ry said with a frown, knowing that since he'd been gone there was every possibility that it could have been shut by now. He hoped not, it was one of his favourite places to eat, and they did the best spaghetti bolognaise, it was almost unreal. It was called Bella Italia, and he loved it there, the atmosphere was lovely and the waiters were very helpful. "You have to let me pay, as an apology for disappearing without a trace"[/color] he said with a grin, knowing he had enough muggle money changed to last him. He was glad that he could change it, because otherwise he'd have been helpless, the amount of muggle things he wanted to buy was unreal. After New York he didn't think he could live without a starbucks latte in his life, and their hot chocolate too, well, that was the perfect way to warm up in winter. "Lovely! That's bad, you should impose an appointment missing fee or something like dentists do, because someone else could have had that spot"[/color] he said with a grin, stepping out of the shop and onto the cobbled streets. "Hold on tight"[/color] he said with a smile, before turning and apparation straight into an alley way behind the restaurant.

He wished that he could just apparate right into plain sight, but that would break the secrecy acts, and muggles would probably hold everyone up in a lab after that, and it would be terrible. "After you"[/color] he offered, holding his hand out to let her pass as he held the door open to the place. It wasn't long before they were seated, and Ryan did the gentlemanly thing of pulling out Rosalie's seat before taking his own and looking over the menu, although he knew in his mind he'd probably order the spaghetti.[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/justify]

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[rosalie scarlett black]

"Maybe it does, but so am I," Rosie reminded him. She'd broken a few rules to have some fun on occasion but she'd never had the same guts as some of the other people in her year. The Ravenclaws were in the library, the Hufflepuffs were off somewhere being weird little Hufflepuffs, the Slytherins were hiding away in the dungeons plotting world domination which just left the Gryffindors, who were doing everything they could to trash the place without getting into too much trouble. Rose had spent a fair amount of time in the library too, not enough for people to consider her a geek with no friends, but she was more inclined to abide by the rules. She was a prefect after all, wasn't that her job? "I've tried and failed with the conclusion that I don't mind paying a bit extra if it means I won't get food poisoning." It would have been nice for the woman in the Muggle store to tell her how to cook a chicken properly but she'd probably wanted to serve her and leave as quickly as possible. It wasn't until she'd got home that she'd realised she was wearing robes, explaining the cashier's monosyllabic responses.

"They probably sell them at Madam Pudd... you know Honeydukes has got a great new range of sweets, we'll have to get some before we come back. Jelly tots or something." Rose hadn't forgotten the embarrassing situation at the tea shop and was careful not to bring it up again. She knew she would never forget but she hoped that other people would be kind enough to do so. "That's not strictly true, there were plenty of crumbs under the sofa." When Rosalie came to think of it, it was strange how they'd managed to get underneath the sofa rather than just collecting on the floor in front of it. It had probably been her mess anyway but she'd had to convince herself that it was somebody else so that she could convince her mother. She never had chosen a good time to visit, it was as if she had a hidden camera and came over whenever there was a mess. "She is ninety... -six. No, ninety-seven, it was her birthday in September. Business is slowing down though, I've had to start working at Madam Malkin's too."

Her stomach lurched as Ryan disapparated with her, putting the back of her hand over her mouth once they touched down on solid ground again. "I don't think I'll ever get used to that." Rose only ever apparated when she had to, otherwise she preferred to walk or use Floo Powder, occasionally using her broomstick or taking Muggle transport. She stepped inside the restaurant and looked around. It looked vaguely familiar but she couldn't quite work out when she'd been there before, if at all. There were often times when Rosalie thought she'd done something or been somewhere but she hadn't. Taking a seat and a menu, Rose began to look over the dishes. A lot of them sounded very nice until she remembered that they contained meat. Being a vegetarian was sometimes a little awkward, especially when the name didn't suggest the inclusion of meat. She hadn't had aubergine parmigiana for a while now so she would probably order that. It sounded Italian and, as far as she could remember, it was. "I'm offended you didn't taken me to Italy by the way." She told Ryan, hoping her tone suggested she was joking, even though she would have loved to go with him. Egypt she could have passed on, she'd only want to go for the pyramids and the prospect of curses put her off a bit.

sung by bruno mars, grenade played by blake lively written by rosalie scarlett black written for ryan thomas corrinthos created by vicky

[ryan thomas corrinthos]

"Yeah, but I'm sure that being the head girl somehow made you exempt? or something? No, that doesn't sound right, then maybe I'm just stupid, and there's no bravery involved"

[/color] he teased, smiling over at his best friend. Her job was to be the sensible one, and she'd probably spent half her head girl time at Hogwarts nudging him in the ribs and warning him that if he carried on she'd have to take away points or something, before some gryffindor hating slytherin teacher came over and took a hundred away. He loved his time at Hogwarts, but it seemed so long ago now, almost a lifetime, and yet it had been, what, three years? Was that all? It seemed like at least five! He'd done a lot since, though, and traveling to all those places did kind of put the years spent as a Hogwarts student into a completely different phase of his life. He'd loved the freedom of traveling and after all the years of being stuck in the castle in Scotland, it was amazing to get somewhere away from there, with actual sun, but he admittedly had missed the place terribly, and so had hastened back this time, for good, apart from the occasional holiday of course. Ryan chuckled at the mental image of her trying to shove an overly large chicken into the oven. It was completely random and fictional of course, but he doubted that if she did every try and cook a chicken, it would result in some sort of similar situation, although as she was a vegetarian, he doubted that she'd be the poisoned one. Did quorn chicken give you food poisoning too? That was a possibility. "Have you tried microwave meals? I mean, they're pretty cheap you know, and you don't need any cooking knowledge really. Just a suggestion"[/color] He said with a cheeky glint in his eye and a playful smile on his lips.

"Ohh I missed Honeydukes. Favourite shop ever, I swear. You can't get that quality of chocolate anywhere, you know. Trust me, not even in Rome"[/color] he pointed out, immediately changing the topic from Madam Puddifoots to spare any sort of embarrassment. He knew she'd had a certain aversion to the place after a certain incident that he took care in not mentioning. He knew his best friend would rather forget it and so he was going to do his best to make that happen, without going to the lengths of removing that memory. "How do they get under there anyway? You'd think that they'd collect in a pile by your feet, not crawl to the very back behind the sofa. I mean I understand that they could bounce, but they're always really far under it, aren't they?"[/color] he said, trying to contemplate the exact path of crumbs to get to the centre of the sofa. He could see this being a new movie. Journey to the centre of the sofa. It sounded lovely. He'd watch it, but only to understand and get to the bottom of the crumbs secrets. Oh, dear, he was going mad. "Wow, ninety seven and running a store? And now you're balancing two jobs? That's mad, I mean, I'm barely going to be able to cope with, oh, the assistant librarian position I got up at Hogwarts"[/color] he said with a smile, kindly informing his best friend of his new job position. He'd spent the past few years getting away from the castle and the area only to find that he'd missed it, so upon his return he'd gotten a job right back in the castle, and he was within easy apparating distance of the village, thanks to his new house in Godric's hollow. Lovely. Sooner or later it would be like he never left.

Ryan wasn't used to apparation, no way, but he managed to keep his stomach stable at least, and only lurched a little when he landed on the other side, but it seemed that Rosie wasn't so used to it as him, because it still seemed to make her feel sick. "I don't think anyone really gets completely used to it, do they? I doubt I ever will either"[/color] he replied, shrugging it off. The restaurant had a homely feel to it and their table was not too far at the back so they were completely out of the way, and in the perfect place for waiters to ignore him, but they weren't so far at the front to feel the draft from the doors each time they opened and closed. Perfect. He smiled when Rosie mentioned Italy. "You know I would have if I could, but it was nice, you know, to get away from everything and just start off fresh in every place for a little while. Of course no one I met out there came close to you"[/color] he said with a grin, knowing he doubted anyone could come close to the likes of Rosalie, and his family too. When the waiter came over, he let the waiter take the order of Rosie first, only ordering his spaghetti later, and then he ordered himself a coke to go with it. "This place is lovely, and the food is quite similar here to the recipes used in Italy, the only difference is the ingredients because they taste a little different because of course things are local."[/color] he replied, happy that he had this chance to spend time with his best friend, he really had missed her.[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/justify]

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"I wasn't head girl! I just... acted like I was." Rosalie had been torn between being happy for her friend getting the position and screaming at her for taking what Rose had really wanted and she had just given it a go because she could. Needless to say they didn't speak to each other now. She had on many occasions been tempted to swap their badges and use some charm so that her friend didn't see the difference. The only problem was that Malfoy would have noticed and made her swap back, as well as take the title of Prefect away from her. She hadn't been willing to risk that. It was bad enough not being able to put Head Girl on her resumé, the last thing she needed was Prefect taken away too. Instead she had settled for assisting her with her duties in every way possible, if not in the hope that Hermione would realise the mistake she made, then to make herself feel better.

"I tried that. Apparently you're not supposed to put metal in there." It had been an innocent enough mistake for a witch to make, it wasn't as if she had been raised among those dangerous inventions. People wondered why Muggles were so often hated, they could be quite mean to wizards. Rose often considered the idea that they did know about their existence and just pretended they didn't while they produced more twisted plans to trick wizards, like they had with microwaves and blenders. And witch hunts of course, but they killed more Muggles than they did witches. "Nobody forced you to go Ryan, you could have stayed at mine and read books about all of those places. I'd have bought you chocolate everyday if it meant you wouldn't abandon me for all those years." The way she phrased it meant liked he'd been away for decades, which he hadn't, but it had felt that long. It couldn't have been any more than two or three years because they hadn't long left Hogwarts.

"Nah, she doesn't run the store anymore. I think she did a few years ago and she retired on the condition that she could get ridiculously large discounts whenever she shopped there." She certainly made the most of her discounts, they'd had to raise the prices quite a few times to counter the losses they were making because of Mrs. Dubose. "Are you crazy? Think of all the little brats you're going to have to deal with. Have you thought this through?" It was better to be the librarian than a professor as there was only really much interaction with the more civilised pupils. Popular kids daren't go in the library for fear of losing their reputation, or else getting attacked by all the nerds they were unpleasant to. "Anyone that can get used to it is incredibly... odd." She would have saide brave or amazing but when she came to think it, it was just weird. How could anyone ever get used to feeling like that?

"I should hope not, I'd have to have my first bitch fight if you had. Well, second." She probably wouldn't have attacked her, she wasn't that afraid of competition, even if only for the sake of competition, but she would have given her a warning. If she saw any Italian women near Ryan, they would get a lot of evils. It wasn't that she was overly protective of Ryan or anything but she expected any girlfriends to be brought before her for judgement. Rose could sniff out a cheater or a liar in seconds. When the waiter came to their table, she ordered her meal, having completley forgotten about a drink until Ryan ordered his and the waiter looked at her. "Oh, I'll just have a pumpkin juice please." It wasn't until he frowned at her that she remembered this was a Muggle restaurant. "I'm kidding... water's fine."

sung by bruno mars, grenade played by blake lively written by rosalie scarlett black written for ryan thomas corrinthos created by vicky

[ryan thomas corrinthos]

"I was going to say that you just acted like one then. You're pinching my thoughts now. Stealing is bad you know. Not befitting of a head girl at all"

[/color] he teased, knowing that Rose would have made the better choice at head girl. From what he remembered, she carried on doing the head girl stuff anyway, shouting at people and everything. Especially one red headed girl that kept on cussing in front of the first years. Or maybe he was imagining that. But he was pretty sure. Something Carter. Anyway, that was fun to watch. Prefect was good enough anyway, as long as Rosie knew that she was the better choice. "Anyway, that prefect badge looked better on you. Brought out your eyes?"[/color] he attempted to offer a slightly mangled compliment and burst into as little fit of laughter. Well, he tried. It was the best he could come up with on the spot though, take it or leave it.

"Please tell me you didn't, Rosie! Doesn't that make them explode or something?"[/color] Ryan asked, shaking his head. At least she was alive, that was the main thing. It wouldn't be good for her as a good witch to die whilst attempting to cook herself something to eat. Microwaves were fine, presuming you knew not to put metal objects in there, because then the problems started. Although as a witch he didn't expect her to know that, and it wasn't like they were going to put that on the pack to make it witch proof, or something like that. Although he was sure that plenty of muggles made that mistake too, though he'd never heard of any. But there were probably some out there. She couldn't have been the only person to try it. "Ah, my one weakness, chocolate!"[/color] he teased with a little smile. "I don't think that it's the same, though, Rose, really. Books verses life experience. I know which one you'd pick"[/color] he replied, raising his eyebrows.

"Nice conditions. I don't think I'll be able to get anything like that at Hogwarts. Free library privileges, again?"[/color] he joked, knowing that during his time at Hogwarts he didn't really spend all that much time in the library, and in fact he'd probably spend much more time there in his job than he ever did at school, and after he finished his job, he was also willing to bet that he'd never want to set foot in there again. It was one of those things where after a while a place gets boring and monotonous and repetitive and then you lose all motivation to go there, because there was nothing there that you'd not seen before. The motivation of a wage was enough to drag him there daily, but after that was gone, he doubted any free library privileges would be utilised at all by him. "Yeah I did, I spent quite a lot of time thinking it through actually. It was that or groundskeeper, and I just figured that librarian would be easier"[/color] he replied with a small shrug and a smile. "Yeah, I agree with that. Weird."[/color] he replied, not knowing how anyone could get used to that feeling. Who would want to go through it so many times that they did?

"Second?"[/color] he questioned, cocking his head to the side and wondering what she was referring to. He couldn't remember any bitch fight that she'd had, but then that could have been the fact that his head was so clogged up with stuff that his memories were being slowly pushed to the back of it, so they could gather dust. Or sand. Depending on what other debris he'd picked up around the world that had ended up in his mind. He let out a little laugh when she ordered a pumpkin juice. The look on the waiters face was amazing. "They'll have you for breaking the secrecy act before you know it"[/color] he teased, watching the waiter walk away shaking his head. "Well that sure set the tone, what're you going to order from him for desert?"[/color] he asked, his voice still joking.
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