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Post by Roslyn Levere on Mar 7, 2009 16:25:46 GMT
 A simple, quiet home in Hogsmeade her Grandparents helped pick to suite her personality. Roslyn barely spends time at her home, always busy with work. But when she is, you can be sure to find her in the study reading. One of the few rooms she actually uses everyday. |
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Post by Ron Weasley on Mar 14, 2009 4:07:23 GMT
Ron apparated into Roslyn's home, hanging over her like the sick dog that he was. Dry tear stains on his cheeks did not show the pain that the red head was in. Holding onto Roslyn tighter, he just wanted to be comforted, someone tell him everything was going to be fine, but in all reality, two of Ron's most dearest loved ones was gone from his life, and he was having a very hard time accepting it.
Denial, the hardest step to conquer, had set his depression into an endless spiral that there was no way out of. Looking into Roslyn's gorgeous eyes, Ron was lost, thinking it was Hermione and his lips tenderly, full of love, ended onto the woman holding him up. "Don't leave me" was the whisper as he parted from her, collapsing onto the carpeted ground. |
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Post by Roslyn Levere on Mar 14, 2009 5:40:53 GMT
*Shocked beyond comprehension, Roslyn simply stared at Ron for a moment, her facial expression blank, skillfully masking her surprise.* She couldn't understand why Ron would kiss her, nor whisper those heart wrenching words, that obviously held so much meaning.
He barely knew her for Merlins sake! But as she looked into his eyes...those sweet honest eyes; she could see, and feel every raw emotion in them. The desperation. Helplessness. Sadness..and love...for someone else. Clearly his mind was far away, as she read him like an open book. Realization dawned on her.
*Forced to collapse to the floor with him, as her knees gave away under his full weight; Roslyn sighed, and held Ron tightly to her.* She knew he needed someone right now. Someone to lean on. Merlin only knew what he'd gone through. She wasn't sure what she could possibly do or say, but she would be his anchor if needed.
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Post by Ron Weasley on Mar 14, 2009 18:03:05 GMT
Ron's intension's was not to bring the slender figure down with him, but being in a hallucinating state of mind, and thinking the woman was Hermione, he was very glad she was on top. "I love you, I love you since the first time I laid my eyes on you and I am nobody without you." Grinding his body into hers, all intimidation was gone as his lips met Roslyn's again, kissing more deeply and passionate.
His hand wrapped around the girl, hugging her as if never letting her go, for scared that this dream will disappear and he would no longer see the knotted ragged bushy brunette hair. "Tell me you will never leave me again" pleading with so much hurt in his voice, the smell of alcohol present with each breath he took.
No one knew how much he loved Hermione and very few knew that they were finally dating. It seemed that nobody else could mend the broken heart and pain he was experiencing. |
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Post by Roslyn Levere on Mar 14, 2009 18:35:38 GMT
If it weren't for her knowing just how torn up and confused the man was at the moment, Roslyn was certain she would've cursed him to next week. However she did know, which is what kept her reactions mild. *Pushing Ron away forcefully, Roslyn the scrambled to her feet.* "For goodness sake Ronald, pull yourself together." Her voice came out more severe then she had intended. But for goodness sake, things were getting out of control.
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Post by Ron Weasley on Mar 16, 2009 4:45:56 GMT
The love of his life pulled away from him, rejection hitting him hard. So this is what Hermione must of felt like when he pushed her away that first night "Don't leave me" he pleaded in pain, but hearing the voice more clearly, Ron focused his eyes, finaly realizing who it was.
"Roslyn?" his shock and confused look stared up at the woman who was now on her feet obviously ticked off. "Bloody hell, what...how...when?" he looked around, not knowing where he was or how he got there. "Perhaps I should..." attempting to stand, but falling back down not able to support himself. |
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Post by Roslyn Levere on Mar 16, 2009 4:56:55 GMT
*Relieved that he seemed to have come to his senses, even if for only a short time, Roslyn sighed and shook her head, placing her hands on her hips.* In no mood to beat around the bush, or ask what the hell was going on with him."I found you near a shop. Drunk off your arboretum, and half way out of your mind. Then brought you back to my home, because obviously you can't go home like this." She didn't normally curse, or speak so rudely, but she was a little weary at the moment.
"And now, you basically attacked me."
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Post by Ron Weasley on Mar 16, 2009 5:17:34 GMT
Ron was about to apologize, having no idea what had gotten over him, but the need to drink some more firewhiskey was in order. "Err..." running his fingers through his fiery hair, Ron blinked, about to say those words to ask for forgiveness when his insides felt like they were revolting, a pain in his chest, Ron held onto his stomach, leaning over and hurling all over Roslyn's shoes. He felt better, but turning bright red, same as his hair, with embarrassement, Ron looked into those eyes, his own look saying it all of how sorry he was before he blanked out and passed out. |
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Post by Roslyn Levere on Mar 16, 2009 5:37:02 GMT
*Pushing back the deep urge to vomit aswell, as she looked at the mess all over her shoes, Roslyn pulled her wand out silently, and muttered a cleaning spell.* She hadn't been expecting it this soon, but no doubt he was bound to throw up sooner or later, from all the alcohol in his system. She just wished, she had brought him a bucket before it was too late.
Seeing his embarrassment, and apologetic face, Roslyn felt her irritation slip away. She knew Ron wasn't a bad person. He just made poor decisions. "It's fine Ronald. Just let me get you a..." Her words fell short as he slumped to the ground, no doubt passed out. Another sigh escaped her lips, as she pointed her wand, levitating him unto the couch. She had barely managed to hold him up, before. There was no way she could physically lift him, no matter how many years of Quidditch.
Roslyn knew it would be a long morning for Ron, when he got the full effects of drinking too much. So she figured he might as well be comfortable while he was out. *Walking towards him, she made quick work of untieing his shoes, and setting them by the couch. Then she used her wand again to conjure up a blanket and bucket, tucking him in, and setting the bucket by his side.*
"Sleep well Ronald. Hopefully You'll be better in the morning." *Walking away, she headed to her room, looking forward to getting much needed rest.*
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Post by Ron Weasley on Mar 25, 2009 3:23:42 GMT
Ron woke up tucked in on the couch at a house he did not recognize. What did I do last night?" he gasped trying to sit up, but falling right back down onto the sofa. "mmm" muttering as he placed his long finger hand onto his head. One of the horrible side effects of drinking your sorrows away, the hangover that came with it. To bad Hermione was not here to just flick her wand. At the thought of his girlfriend, Ron did shot up. "Hermione!" he yelled, only to lean back at the pounding of his head.
"Where am I?" he looked around worried that who's ever place this was he did something with her. "No..." the worried tone on his voice made him even more concerned, though seeing the bucket Ron nodded picking it up and hurling into it. |
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Post by Roslyn Levere on Mar 25, 2009 5:53:08 GMT
*Roslyn who had been up for quite some time now, came rushing into the living room at the sound of yelling, followed by the sounds of hurling.* Confused, yet relieved at the scene, a sigh escaped her lips. "Bloody hell Ronald, you nearly gave me a heart attack!"
*Taking a moment to let her heartbeat slow down, she surveyed the red head, quickly taking in his feature.* His skin was quite pale, and she could see dark circles under his eyes as he raised his head. She knew he most likely wouldn't remember a thing from the night before, and an explanation would be required. But first thing on her mind, was taking care of his little hang over.
Swishing her wand around, muttering the accio charm, a china plate with a tea cup came soaring into the room, along with the magically heated tea pot cream and sugar cubes.
*Pouring some of the steaming liquid into the cup, she glanced up at the young Weasley.* "I don't have any hangover potions. Afraid you'll have to do with some tea, and a warm bath. I put herbs in it to help with the head ache."
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Post by Ron Weasley on Mar 25, 2009 15:15:58 GMT
Ron still had no idea where he was, at seeing a woman run out. Only a few people called him by his full name and he did not recollect who this girl was or how they met. Once again the worst came to mind, he had cheated on Hermione in his drunk state. Wiping his mouth on the sleeve of his sweater, Ron nodded taking the tea, but did not drink, he felt he would hurl if he had anything to drink at that moment.
“Bath?” Ron questioned, looking up, still confused. Was she offering to bath him? He had to leave there, and leave there quickly. “Yes…err…” running his fingers through his already messed up hair, attempting to get up, but only to fall over, spilling the tea all over himself. “HOT HOT!” came the yelp of skin singed from the boiling liquid. Pulling his hand, tucking it into his sleeve, Ron winced in pain.
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Post by Roslyn Levere on Mar 25, 2009 15:29:12 GMT
Seeing his confused look, at the mention of bathing, Roslyn wondered what was going through his head. Then annoyance as he spilled the tea all over himself. *Pointing her wand at the mess, the liquid instantly dissolved, another cooling spell was directed at his stinging skin.* "Second mess you've made in less than twenty four hours. Honestly Ronald." She scolded lightly. "You're lucky I'm a witch, or else my floor would have two stains on it by now."
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Post by Ron Weasley on Apr 7, 2009 22:18:26 GMT
Who was she, why did this girl keep referring to him in his full name. Three people did that now, his mother, sister, and Hermione. Did he have some connection with Roslyn that he was not aware of? "err...umm...so...sorry...." the dumbfounded look in his face told all that he had no idea what Roslyn was speaking of, but thankful she was a witch to clean up his mess.
"Shower sounds wonderful actually, may I please..." the Weasely had no idea if the offer still stood, all he could remember was his broken heart and the wounds that were still clearly open. It was going to be hard to get over his first love. |
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Post by Roslyn Levere on Apr 7, 2009 22:51:12 GMT
Seeing his confused look yet again, Roslyn sighed mentally. She knew the sooner things were cleared up, the better it would be for her and Ronald. "I don't have any clothes for you to wear, but I could run by the store and get some. Just a pair to get you through the day. And afterwords I'll explain everything. It's no wonder you don't remember anything, considering how drunk you were the other night..."
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