IC Prospective: Rose Lalonde

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Character: Rose Lalonde
Mun: Aaron
Plot specific: N

Well, well. It seems like only yesterday that we were piling into the Great Hall, on our way to the beginning of yet another Hogwarts year. I'll save the sentimentality and spare you the deep, profound longings of the students' subconscious to remain here amidst the chocolate frogs and gillyweed. I'd be joking if I said that anyone actually read that, so I'll cut to the chase and save you the embarrassment of drooling in slumber over my journal writing.

To be frank, I realized about a day ago as I was packing for home that I'm missing quite a few of my valued books from my trunk. If I lent one to you, I do expect for them to be returned to me in an orderly fashion. If you know the whereabouts of these tomes, let me know. I'd hate to have to perform an accio charm and watch as my beloved books trail across the grounds from the Quidditch Pitch.

Comments

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[clockspinner]

man youve started packing already
lame

you win treasure

[threadspinner]

Unlike you, some of us would prefer to have our trunks neat and organized before embarking on a large journey. Have you ironed your socks yet?

[ psh like rose irons her socks ]

are we talking the pearl of a glistening thigh oyster

[clockspinner]

i dont iron shit rose
you know that
the wrinkles just run and hide from my sheer manlitude

yes exactly

[threadspinner]

How could I be so forgetful? Of course, the wrinkles tremble in terror whenever you flex your masculine biceps.

well then cmere rosie lets get started

[clockspinner]

or my incredible thighs
you know whichever

[threadspinner]

I quite forgot about your impressive thigh muscles, how silly of me. I'll make sure to admire them properly when I see you next. Tell me: do you own any shorts to show off that interesting posterior?

[clockspinner]

you say interesting like my ass is funny shaped
ill have you know my badonkadonk is downright pristine
want me to transfigure up a pair of apple bottom jeans to show off this bodacious posterior
then you can pucker up and kiss it

[threadspinner]

If you explain what apple bottom jeans are, then by all means, wow me.
I'll kiss your ripe posterior.
But tell me, Dave, what will your girlfriend say about such incestuous behavior?

[clockspinner]

youre a smart girl rosie you can figure it out
i believe in you
ass kissing is neither incestuous nor infidelitous
specially not when its to prove a point that my ass is finer than yours

[threadspinner]

Rose.
And are you insinuating that your posterior, made large by the sitting and playing of video games, is in any way better than my own?
Might I remind you that the feminine mystique not only applies to my personality, but to my figure as well?

[clockspinner]

excuse me
my derriere is made shapely and fabulous by near constant strifing
i am a paragon of fitness

...hahahaha please miss tiny titties 2012

[threadspinner]

Oh, I'm sure that video games have made it into quite a muffin of a rear.

Since when have you seen my body?
Do I need to go to Dumbledore immediately and tell him that you've been spying on me in the baths?

[clockspinner]

maybe if there was anything there to see

[threadspinner]

I'm drafting my letter immediately.
I'll make sure to write all of the horrible details, they'll have you in detention until your seventh year.

A pity, too. I was so looking forward to graduating with you.

[ And she really is starting that letter.... ]

[clockspinner]

calm your mosquito bites lalonde
i have even less interest in watching you bathe than i did before we found out that our tadpoles swam from the same pork torpedo
dont forget to mention how positively massive my horsecock is

[threadspinner]

It's too bad that this now all reads as a horrendous coverup now that you've revealed the truth.
And do you? That's not quite how I remember it. I wonder who they'll believe, you or me?
If by massive you mean as small as an eyebrow, then yes. Quite massive.

[hairflyingheartpounding]

I read all of it.

I hope you find your books, Rose. Tell me if you need any help.

[threadspinner]

You did? Congratulations are in order, I suppose. Looking back I was extraordinarily long in the metaphor division.

You know, I might need some assistance. I've checked everywhere in my dormitory to no avail.

[hairflyingheartpounding]

Well, I'm not sure I understood it. I think I might have, though.

I'd be happy to help!

[threadspinner]

Ah. Well, it's not really necessary. I was waxing poetic in these last days of school.

I'd like to start in the Great Hall, if you don't mind meeting me there.

[hairflyingheartpounding]

I see. I can tell you what I thought you meant? I mean, I don't want you to feel like nobody is paying attention or understanding.

I can do that, sure.

[threadspinner]

If you'd like, I'd be willing to listen. Words are so often misunderstood over the course of communication.

I'll be there in five minutes.

[hairflyingheartpounding]

Well, it seemed to me like you were talking about -- well, how fast time seems to have gone, of course, but also how you can tell people want to stay here even when they don't say it.

I'll meet you there.

[threadspinner]

That's exactly what I was talking about. You might do well in translation, for all the good my colorful references do me. No one else seems to care for them.

[hairflyingheartpounding]

It's a form of art. I like it.

[threadspinner]

Thank you. Your sentiments are much appreciated.

[ Staring at that compliment, refusing to accept it as sincere. What are you trying to pull? ]

[hairflyingheartpounding]

You're very welcome.

[They don't make 'em much more sincere than Rapunzel.]

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[ Still considering the sincerity of that statement, she appears near the Great Hall, purple journal tucked under her arm. ]

I think I might have seen John reading one at breakfast.

[givesyouaboner]

Finally. It's taken forever for the school year to end.

[threadspinner]

I take it you're spinning cartwheels at the idea of the irreverent hero returning to the fold.

[givesyouaboner]

It has gotten pretty boring.
I already beat all of Dave's video games.
And read all of the books here.

[threadspinner]

For shame. Should I send you a list of recommendations for the upcoming week? I'm quite fond of suggesting good literature, particularly to young, inspiring minds.

[givesyouaboner]

Actually, yes. Come at me.
But don't choose out stupid kid books.
I'm not a baby.
One of the books I checked out from my school library was by Hegel.

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Oh, I wouldn't dare demean your intelligence.
I'm all for encouraging the mental stimulation of the younger part of our generation.

By any chance, do you like Lovecraft?

[givesyouaboner]

Splendid.
It's intolerable when people treat me like a little kid just because of my age.

I haven't had a change to read any of his work, actually.

[threadspinner]

Oh, I wouldn't dare.

You should. I'll send my second copy over by owl.
Well actually, several owls.
And after that, I suggest Freud.
What are you interested in? That should give me a better idea of what you might like.

[givesyouaboner]

Good.
I will keep a look out for them.

That's the problem; I'm interested in a lot of things.
I've read some of Dave's old textbooks because they were things I didn't know about.
I do have an interest in AIs though; do you know about them?
It'd be cool to build them.

[threadspinner]

Then I can give you a lot of things.
There's plenty of Muggle writing on AIs, my mother dearest was pleased to point out to me when I was your age.
I never looked much into it.
But if you're looking for a how-to book, there's plenty of those.
I even think that Muggles make some, if you know where to look. They might be of more help than ones for wizards, especially since you're not allowed to use magic outside of school yet.

[bev_rage]

rosie rosie rosie rosie
yor your you're comin home soon rite right?
and bringing friglish figgfish frigglish?

[threadspinner]

Yes, I'm coming home in short order.

I don't know, Roxy. Frigglish has found a lady love of his own, and decided to stay at Hogwarts this summer.

[bev_rage]

good cause omg the house is so boring w/o you
aunt roxannes boring
cats are being qt tho

wait what
no
can he even do that
he is a cat
and he sux at hunting things

[threadspinner]

Oh, I'm sure you two have more in common than you think. Has she tried to foist a martini at you yet? Or several hundred martinis? Perhaps a bloody mary or two?

Cats have remarkable love lives. I'll tell you about it when you're older, it's a little risque for someone who hasn't even gotten their wand.
Come now, I'm sure Frigglish has more than adequate hunting skills to survive in the wild.

[bev_rage]

she offered me a bldy bloody mary this morning but ew tmatos

r u kidding i am totes ready to hear that shit
i'm right on the crust cusp of womanhood i should kno these things
rosie, he runs away from flies

[threadspinner]

Good. Kindly abstain from any and all alcoholic beverages until you're of legal age, and I'll do the same.

We'll wait just a bit longer, shall we? Until you're finally there.
He lures them into a false sense of security before he pounces.

[selfhatred]

I GAVE BACK THE BOOK I BORROWED AGES AGO.
FOR THE RECORD, THE ROMANCE WAS WEAK.

[threadspinner]

Good thing I wasn't looking for my sultry romances. But I think the romance between the two woebegone heroines is perfect for a medieval wizard fiction such as this. It's too bad the writer mysteriously went missing after its publication in the Renaissance.