Rosie glanced around at the Common Room, a slight smile on her face, before she saw a small first year, who's mouth was hanging open as he stared at her, and then she snorted, breaking into a bout of silent laughter, which she was fighting to keep under control. She gestured to the boy, showing him to Teddy before answering the boy.
"Yeah, Zane must feel like he's in a mad house ALL THE TIME," she answered, grinning, "Poor kid. I feel like we're really messing him up. Maybe he should find other friends. Ones that are...less weird."
Ted looked over to where Rosie was gesturing and laughed at the wide eyed boy, who immediately looked away. He smiled apologetically at him, nut held back his own snort at Rosie's one. The two of them really needed to learn how to stop. They were scaring off the first years.
"We are probably are messing Zane up, but he's stuck with us this far, I'm surprised we haven't sent him to St. Mungo's yet. Seriously, if I were him, I would of made new friends long before now." he answered, still laughing.
Rosie felt slightly bad that she was laughing at the wide-eyed boy. The poor kid probably felt as embarrased as heck right about now. Rosie made a sad face for a moment, her lips pouting and her eyebrows arching upwards, looking at the boy. Finally, though she looked back to Ted, her face changing back to its normal look.
"Besides, it's kinda too late to make new friends," Rosie put in, her voice suggesting that thinking was going on while she talked, "I mean, seventh year's kinda hard to change in. Especially if your sister who hates your guts is running around the school spreading crap about you. And you're the leader of the New Order."
She hardly needed to lower her voice in the Gryffindor Common Room when she talked about the New Order. Practically every person here was in it already, and those who weren't usually supported it because someone they knew was in it or supported it as well. Of course, big plans and huge doubts always needed to be covered up.
Last Edit: May 22, 2009 1:48:52 GMT by Rosie Lupin
Teddy bit his lips as Rosie made her pouting face, looking down trying to hold back his laughter. He just smiled as Rosie returned to talking and agreed, nodding his head. That was one thing he was eternally grateful for. For never having any other siblings. The Weasley's at Christmas was far enough family for him.
"I'm glad the only thing closest to family I have around here is you, I'm sure you wouldn't go around spreading rumors about me." Ted said, finally returning to their game of chess, sending his knight farther down the board.
Rosie smiled. She was truly grateful that she had a friend like Teddy, with whom all her secrets were safe. She told him practically everything, and he was pretty much in every aspect of her life: home, school, the New Order. The only thing he didn't have a role in was Quidditch, but, seeing as he might go out for Beater, that might soon change.
Rosie knew that if anything ever got weird between them, she'd sorta lose a part of herself. He was her best friend, and a major part of her family. Without him, she'd feel sorta lost.
"Unless of course, they're REALLY juicy and I just HAVE to spill to someone," Rosie answered jokingly, ending with a mischeivious grin playing across her face. He would, of course, know that she was joking. She would never spill anything about him, because, after all, that just wasn't what friends did.
"Oh really?" Teddy laughed, placing his hand on his chin, his grey eyes locked onto hers. "What would Rosie classify as 'juicy'?" he questioned, noting the amusement in his tone. He knew that she was only joking about telling people, but he still found it amusing at the words she seemed to use. But he knew that he could trust Rosie with anything, after all, friends never shared anything with anyone, at least they weren't suppose to. But he knew he wouldn't say a word about anything she said, and he was sure she wouldn't say anything he would. After so many years of being friends, they knew better then going around spreading rumors.
Rosie thought for a moment, her nose scrunching up again, as she looked up at the ceiling, attempting to think of what she considered 'juicy'.
And she couldn't think of a single thing. There wasn't one thing about Teddy that she didn't find completely natural, even if practically everyone else in the school thought he was a total oddball. His hair, to her, wasn't strange at all. In fact, if he looked any other way, it's probably bother her. His history, though tragic, was not in any way peculiar to her, even if it might be to others. His living situations was, if anything, in her eyes, far from 'juicy'.
There were no secrets about him that she didn't know, yet she couldn't think of a single one that would be worth sharing with any other living soul. Well, maybe one.
A grin spread across her face. "You're doomed, Teddy, m'dear," she said, feigning maliciousness, "I just so happen to know that you still sleep with a teddy bear. What's his name? Something to do with being fuzzy, if I remember correctly..."
Teddy's hair shot a bright green and his cheeks became a bright pink color and he threw his palm to Rosie's face, covering her mouth from any other things she may have to say about Fuzworth. He had that teddy bear since he was a few months old, it was somehow attached to him, he couldn't even think about getting rid of it. It was probably one of the main reasons his nickname stuck, people making fun of him for still sleeping with his teddy bear. But now the family just worried about him having it.
But he didn't really sleep with Fuzworth anymore. He was usually found in his trunk, only taking him out when he felt truly lonely and not even Rosie could make him feel better. Which was usually around holidays and the faithful day in May, or when Scorpius laid down the beating of his parents fairly thick. "We do not going saying things such as that at a fairly loud tone in the middle of the common room Rosie. I mean, people have enough reason to make fun of me, and imagine if Scorpius found out." he said, quickly glancing his head around the room, a few stares reverted back to whatever they were at before. His hair returned to its turquoise color and as did his skin.
"Besides, I don't sleep with Fuzworth anymore, I've gotten over that stage." Teddy whispered, a crooked smile placed on his face as he leaned back in his seat.
Rosie snickered behind Teddy's hand, a grin spreading across her face as he shook his hand off. She knew many a thing about Ted, but for some reason, this made him seen the most childish to her. She herself still slept with a stuffed badger: her father's present to her the day he found she could do a patronous. Ted knew that. But she doubted her remembered. Or cared to mention it in such company.
"Geez, Ted, I'm sorry," she said, lowering her voice before laughing silently, "I forgot the whole Common Room doesn't know your ghastly secret." She laughed a little more before looking back at him, their faces seeming closer as their voices lowered. "Honestly, Ted, it isn't THAT embarrassing. I bet everyone in this room has a secret worse than that. Like that kid over there-" At this moment, she pointed to a third year boy with a pinched expression on his face "-he still wets the bed. Don't ask how I know... And her-" she gestured to a tall fourth year girl with long, silky blonde hair "-she's positively terrified of pumpkins. I'm not exactly sure how she survives Halloween..."
Then she turned back to Teddy, smiling happily. "See? Everyone's weirder than you. Which probably isn't a good thing, but what the hay? Count your blessings."
He chuckled as Rosie pointed out people and shared their secrets. He looked around at each other them, but still didn't see how each of them was weirder then him. He looked back at Rosie, who had been whispering to him and nodded. "I can't see how they are weirder then me, but I'll count my blessings." he said with a smile, thinking for a moment.
"And don't worry about the whole Fuzworth thing, I still remember that you still sleep with that stuff Badger your parents gave you in, was it your fourth or fifth year?" he chuckled, a crooked smile. "I mean, I had mine since I was born, so of course I was attached, you on the other hand.. but you know what I do get? If people found out that you, a girl, slept with a teddy bear, it would be alright, but if they found out about me, a boy, slept with a teddy bear, I would never live it down." Teddy said, another crooked smile grew on his face.
"Because they just are," she said, laughing a little, "Plenty of people still sleep with stuffed animals. However, not as many are afraid of pumpkins." She wondered how you could be afraid of pumpkins. They were so big and orange and merry, it was hard not to like them. And then, wouldn't you be afraid of Halloween? Such a stupid fear, as Halloween was one of the best holidays ever.
Rosie snorted when Ted mentioned that girls got it easier than guys when it came to sleeping with stuffed animals. "It's because we're so fragile and unprotected," she said, fluttering her eyelashes and striking a pose with the back of her hand on forehead, "The stuffed creatures protect us. Besides, if someone made fun of us for it, we'd burst into tears. But you men, on the other hand. You're big and strong so you can take anything."
A laugh crept out of Teddy's mouth. "Halloween must be a drag for her, I mean, what is the best holiday without a Jack-o-Lantern? Nothing I tell you. Wait, do you know if she is afraid of the pumkin itself or anything dealing with pumpkins? Because frankly, I think I could die without a little pumpkin pie here and there." Teddy laughed, but it was the total truth. Pumpkin pie was his most favorite dessert. He always looked forward to holidays, because Rosie's gran made the best pumpkin pie he could ever imagine. Christmas wasn't Christmas without a slice of Molly Weasley's famous pumpkin pie.
Teddy chuckled as she stuck a pose, shaking his head a little. "Is that why girls always seem to be looking for love? To find that guy that will protect her 'little fragile self' from anything? Geeze, I thought you would be stronger then that Rosie." he chuckled, flicking her nose with his finger.
Rosie laughed too. "I know, right? Halloween must SUCK. And how can she not drink pumpkin juice? It's like the best thing ever." And, for Rosie, it was. She didn't go a day without drinking some pumpkin juice. Usually, she had it for breakfast as well as with her dessert at dinner. She couldn't imagine life without it.
"Hey, I didn't say I was like that, mister," she answered, "Just that girls in general were like that. It's sorta a stereotype people make about us. In my opinion, I'm more of a manly character." She struck another post, this time with her arm muscles flexed and her face arranged in a rather rough look.
"I can't even imagine my life without pumpkin. It's the vegetable of the gods!" Teddy laughed, his hair turning orange for a moment. He noticed the girl glaring at the two of them, so he bit his lip, holding back laughter and trying to look apologetic at the girl. But seriously, afraid of pumpkins? That was just plain weird.
"Oh so manly." Teddy laughed as she struck a pose, his hand reaching out and squeezing her muscles, built up from her Quidditch days. "This from the girl who takes years to get dressed every morning. Eventually you know I'm just going to stop waiting for you and go get breakfast by myself."
Rosie glanced over at the girl, trying to hold back her laughter. But honestly, she looked terrified of even Ted's hair. Perhaps she was scared of anything that remotely resembled a pumpkin. Although, Rosie doubted that. How could someone survive if they didn't like orange?
"Hey, you take pretty long in the morning too," she shot back at him, narrowing her eyes playfully, "And just because I'm manly doesn't mean I don't wanna look good. That's what girls are for. To look pretty." She thought about this for a moment. "Well, maybe some other things, but that's the most important," she joked.