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.

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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.

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

I'd be happy to help!

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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

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Thank you. Your sentiments are much appreciated.

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

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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.