LA VIE EN ROSE

                                                                                     ‘NICE.’ lucy giggles along as the other explains. ‘i’m a seeker, but chaser is fun too!!’  she could probably play either position, but she preferred being seeker —- much more straightforward, and she was better at catching than she was at throwing anyway. she flicks a lock of yellow hair behind her ear and nods. ‘but don’t worry!! peter isn’t the sort who would rule you out because of your age. he’d also be looking for someone who’d FIT IN with the rest of the team. and you’re really nice, so he’ll probably like you!!  the fourth year could be a massive JERK for all we know, and peter wouldn’t want someone like that on the team.’ she smiled. ‘so you definitely have a very good chance!!  just fly your best, and everything’ll work out. ’ 

‘      i like your hair ,      ’     she says ,  voice rather reminiscent to a squeak  (   so the little mouse can speak after all  !  ).  there’s a smile ,  too ,  though it’s easily missed  &  gone in a flash.  fingers fumble with the edge of the dragon-hide gloves ,  casting a weary glance toward professor sprout before speaking again ,  voice a mere whisper:      ‘      i wish i could change mine ,  too.      ’      

‘      all the seventh years are fit ,      ’       she says ,   flipping her braid over her shoulder ;  tooting her own horn a bit ,  there.  reaching over tonks ,  charlotte pops a carrot in her mouth.      ‘      &  even if they’re not ,  they still are   —   there’s just an inherent attractiveness to the uppestclassmen.  the suffering from exams brings it out in us.  who doesn’t love a bit of angst ?      ’      she shrugs.      ‘      anyway ,  the simpler answer is that you’re a bloody clutz ,  pip.  who haven’t you spilled on in your six years here ?   it shouldn’t even be a surprise anymore.      ’

                                                                 HER EYES DUCK DOWN, surprise at the sudden affectionate gesture of her friend - she can feel her cheeks turning red, & the rest of her face along with it. The rosy hue takes over her skin as she loses herself momentarily in the BASHFUL confusion … he caught her when she’s tired, endless weeks of studying for N.E.W.T.s had culminated in only a few hours of sleep over the past three days, which makes for a DELIRIOUS DORA, and an apparently EFFUSIVE CHARLIE. She’s a bit flustered, not sure how to react, not because there’s any awkwardness between the pair but because, well, one second she’d been knee-deep in herbology notes & the next she’s got a Weasley no more than a breath away. 

          tonks has caught remus in the act.  for christmas, kingsley gave him an enormous box of honeydukes fudge, and really, sincerely, he wanted to make it last.  if it had been completely up to him, he’d have had one piece every few days, savouring the richness of every bite, but it’s only been a week and he’s down to his last five cubes.  when she bursts into the room unannounced, a torrent of noise and bright colours, there’s a very square lump protruding from his cheek, and he has the distinct look of a student being caught out of bounds at night.

          remus swallows thickly.  his face goes through several different expressions.  mild regret, abject pain, virulent regret, a loose collapse of relief, and then sheepish embarrassment.  the square of fudge finally swallowed, he presses his lips together and clears his throat, evasively mildly.  ‘ dinner’s now? ’

                                                                                SHE KNOWS HOW TO read people - not only is a part of her job, not only has she been trained to do it well & quickly, but endless hours of looking in the mirror & trying different features out for size gets old pretty quickly if you don’t vary your EXPRESSION. She knows how emotions can play with the scrunch of a nose, the flicker of lips, the darting of eyes ---- so she reads Remus’ face as easily as a book: SURPRISE, regret, chagrin, and a bit of the wide-eyed schoolboy caught in the act. This act being devouring chocolate. For all her seriousness at the fact that dinner might be snatched away, she can’t help but laugh - the sound trickling through the air like water over a stream bed.

                                                                       ‘PRETTY GOOD I THINK.’    if lucy was off put by such an abrupt introduction by someone she only knew by face, it didn’t show. she smiled at the other girl, and shut her potions book, giving the other her full attention ( as much as she liked potions, she disliked snape, and therefore had little desire to ever do his homework ).  ‘ he’s always saying how he wishes i was in his house so i could play for him. ’  the idea that this may just be brotherly affection and not an indication of her quidditch talents never occurred to lucy; peter wouldn’t say something he didn’t really mean.  ‘ but it depends how good of a flyer you are! what position d’you want? ’

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                                                                                         FACE SPLIT OPEN with the widest grin to date, she tosses her head back & glances over - laughter already coloured the air around her a bright PINK but at the sight of her friend’s face she busts up all over again. Arms & legs are flung wide as she rests, splayed, upon the grass that, luckily, acted more as a cushion than cold, hard ground. After her laughter is spent, she sucks in a few hiccuping breaths and finally sits back up.   ‘That was deadly!’   she exclaims ( not meaning actually deadly - because they truly couldn’t have DIED from a fall like that … maybe they could have ended up a bit mangled … ) and, after a moment, jumps to her feet. 

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