Time is on my side, I can wait for now. I've got all of eternity.
Friday, July 6th ~ After dark
He was home, she was sure of it. Percy was probably there with him, laughing with him, loving him.
Rose's lips curled back, baring her elongated canines and releasing the soft growl from deep in her throat.
Without a hint of breeze in the air her hair and cloak ripple and move as she stands on the long path that leads toward Gregory Goyle's house. She's far enough back to not trip any wards he might have placed on his home, but Rose can still see the building, can still imagine what might be going on inside it.
If her Master did not call, and her thirst did not grow too powerful, Rose would stand there for hours as she had the other nights. Easily overlooked by all but a few who might look down the path.
She did not react to the crack of Apparation beside her.
Gonna grow old, you're gonna grow so cold
Before the sun can deliver you
Tuesday, May 22 :: Evening
Ideally by this time Vera felt she should have a bridal shower all planned and ready to go.
Life had intervened, however, in the form of a mother with a broken hip. She had the finest care money could provide, of course, and wanted for nothing other than the presence of her many children, but it had been a sobering reminder of how different being in one's late seventies was for a wizard than it was for a Muggle.
Planning party games and selecting favors that didn't offend Vera's sense of taste had to take a backseat.
Life went on, however, and Vector had made good work of this evening out in Hogsmeade. She settled up her tab in the tea shop and gathered the various pamphlets and catalogs she'd picked up and exited the shop for the walk through the brisk evening air to Hogwarts.
She made it to the corner before enountering a familiar — if not seen in much too long a time — figure.
"Rose? Rose! Darling, we've been concerned about you, where have you been?"
Overwhelming News
Wednesday, April 18th ~ Late Afternoon
The sun was still in the sky when Rose lead her friends back to her building. The four women had met for tea and spent some time catching up, and Rose realized how much she missed spending time with them. Daphne had mentioned there was something she wanted to tell them, but would prefer to do it someplace less public. Izabel had spoken up, saying she had news of her own.
Since Daphne lived so far away, there was no way that Rose could go out to Glen Hollow without angering Roman, and Vera and Izabel both lived at the castle, another place Rose couldn't risk visiting, that left only Rose's flat. She offered her place up for a quick visit, saying she had to be somewhere that evening but saying that they were more than welcome to stop by before she had to leave.
As long as the sun was in the sky, then Roman should still be sleeping.
She opened the door to her flat, and hurried in to make sure the living area was clear before turning ask if the other ladies wanted anything to drink.
The beginning of a new dream is sometimes the end of an old one.
Friday, March 30th ~ Afternoon
Rose finished grooming the small porlock that Hagrid had been raising since it was an infant. The creature didn't seem to like her very much lately, shying away from her touch unless Hagrid was near. That saddened her.
She gave the porlock a gentle smile and nodded toward the stable where the little thing liked to curl up and sleep. It scampered away on its two feet as quickly as it could, and Rose's smile fell.
"Hagrid, I am truly grateful that you gave me this opportunity to apprentice with you. It means so much to me. However..."
