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there was nothing beautiful about england. at least, not in the eyes of rose weasley and, as far as she was concerned, that was the only opinion that really mattered. 

her first few weeks were spent locked in her room: a peaceful protest until her father agreed to take her back to australia. she denied any food they brought to the door, pretended she couldn't hear her mother's pleas to at least continue her studies, she even ignored hugo's incessant rapping at her door, begging her to save him from mum's insistence that he eat before they see grandmum molly. 

it took all of two weeks (an impressive feat for an eleven year old, granted rose weasley was no ordinary eleven year old) for the child to be persuaded from her room and, in the end, neither her mother, father, nor favorite brother were able to urge her out.

"rosie, sweetheart, it's grandpa arthur. i understand you're partaking in a peaceful protest at the moment - wonderful thing, protests,  you know the muggles are just bonkers about them - ah, but anyway...i mean if it isn't too much trouble....well i'm taking a trip in a few weeks and i won't be able to see you off to school so i was wondering--"

he wasn't able to finish before she had swung the door open and pulled him inside. she was too stubborn to leave, but if there were anyone she would allow into her space, it would always be him. him, with his eyes that wrinkled at the corners when he smiled. him, with his stories of muggles - a world you were so familiar with, a world she loved. him, with his hands so big they could wrap around her pale wrist twice. 

she hadn't sat on anyone's lap for years, but as he pulled her into his, she shrunk into his vast presence. her grandfather filled the room - be it with his rotund stomach (thanks to grandmum) or his magnetic personality, there was hardly enough space for her when he was around.

as she cried he rubbed her back, reminding her that all the things she loved in australia still existed in england: kittens, books, sunsets, mint leaves, and even chocolate. as he spoke she found your resolve crumbling against her parents. if there were anyone who could convince her of her faults - the few that you had - it was arthur.

Seven sins; envy, wrath, lust, gluttony, pride, greed, sloth.

Seven virtues; chastity, temperance, charity, diligence, patience, kindness, humility.

Red eyes.

A list (of things one is looking forward to, a list of events, a list of happening, a list of anything).

Write a self portrait.

Describe your favourite childhood memory.

Last time you lied.

Close your eyes and think about your favourite thing to touch.

Describe a “first” (first kiss, first time driving a car, first lie, first big success, first roller coaster ride, first time in this setting). Include as many details as possible, being sure to include an aspect relating to each of the five senses.

Describe a significant place, allowing the details to reveal why the place matters. 

Use any of the matches below to describe a situation your character finds themselves in:

a. Granola, a glass of root beer, and a pair of earphones.

b. A can of soda, an old car, and a toy airplane.

c. An old quilt, a bowl of apples, and the gardener.

/blame cass and kend for making it on my dash/