Key Ingredients [ALDEN]

[rose emma weasley]

It was a cold day. Rose hated waking up early on a cold day. It was horrid, but sleeping in was simply not possible. Rose, as was to be expected, had a perfect attendance record with classes. She was never late. For anything. Well... Except that time when she forgot to set the alarm charm and hadn't been able to get to platform nine and three quarters. Forty five minutes she had spent wedged on the roof of hogwarts. If only the car had forced itself to go a few more meters on to flat roof it would be fine, but nooooooooooo. Rose had to practice a balancing act. But now that had been practically... well... almost... kind of forgotten. People still teased that the ever so clever Rose Weasley managed to crash the car, but in general it wasn't mentioned. So, other than arriving late to the start of this year, Rose's attendance was spotless.

With that thought, Rose begrudgingly swung her legs off her bed. She didn't really know why she bothered. It wasn't like she got a medal or a trophy for attendance. Alas, the girl was, in many ways, far too much like her mother. With a sigh, she stood, looking around the room at the lucky girls still lying oblivious in their beds. A shiver ran through her as the cold air tickled her arms and back through her pyjamas. Stripping off with a yelp, she quickly ran in to the shower. As it turned out, Rose spent half an hour in the shower, unable to make herself leave the warm blasts of water. When she finally did pluck up the courage, the redhead threw on clothes and her robes, picked up her book bag and left with a jealous glance back at her sleeping classmates.

Rose tripped down the stairs. No, really. She actually tripped, grasping the banister for support. "Easy there, Red." She told herself with a small chuckle. "Lets not die before we finish school." With that she regained her footing and headed to the potions class room where her classmates looked expectantly up at her. "How nice for you to join us, Miss Weasley. Class project today. Sit with.... Mr Selwyn!" Said the professor, gesturing in the direction of one Alden Selwyn. Ohh dear. Selwyn. The two of them were always on shaky terms at best. Always bickering, sometimes simply arguing in an undisguised anger. Sure, there were times when they actually got on well, but that didn't happen often.

With a small smile, Rose took her seat. "Selwyn." She drawled, nodding her head in greeting. Okay, Rose. Don't you dare embarrass yourself in front of him. Not again. Be cool Rosie. She had a habit of doing stupid things in front of the Slytherin and she WOULD NOT let it happen again.

[alden oliver selwyn]

Routine. An old man's quest in an unfulfilling world. This is what his life had become. Day after day it was the same thing. Wake up in the morning in the dorm rooms in the dungeons, pull on his clothes, and start the day's business which usually began with a quick cup of coffee and a cigarette before walking out to the dining hall and then on to class. Routine, a word that the guy didn't like at all. Still it happened, and he found himself going from one class to another as the day dragged on and on. He hated it, but not as much as his father, which reminded him that he needed to discard those howlers before one of his room mates set them off in class again like they had done two days ago. Routine. The letters were routine. The boy woke up each morning to one howler laying on his chest, courtesy of his father. He still didn't know why the old man was trying to tell him how to live. It was his life, he should be able to drink and smoke how he likes, but then again he had been in so much trouble that the papers had gotten a hold of some of his past endeavors and posted them. So, the old man did have a bit of a reason, but then again it was no excuse either, at least not in his eyes.

Now this day had ushered in, and the boy laid in bed, his blue eyes gazing up precariously at the celiling that hung above. He couldn't help but feel a little tug on his heart that cried 'help me'. True, he was in need of some help, but just enough to get him out of his routine of hiding in the shadows of his father and out on his own. In other words, he was bored. Bored with the life he had chosen, or rather was chosen for him. He rolled his eyes at the thought before lifting the dusty bed sheets off his body and letting his feet hit the floor.

Routine. He did the same thing he had always done this time of morning. Paced around the room for a good five minutes, only stopping to collect his school clothing from the dresser that sat at the end of his cot and pulling them over his slim frame. He walked over to the mirror, looking at his features. His eyes were blue, but they had grown cold. His face, although most would find handsome, he found to be rather annoying with lines from stress already beginning to form. Sad part was he wasn't even twenty yet. He sighed a bit to himself, taking his hand and running it through his brown hair so that it fell in more of a messy pattern than what he had risen with. Routine. He needed to break it, but how?

No time for that now. Class would be beginning here shortly, and the first lesson was always advanced potion making. It was rather nice, just for the fact that he only had to walk a good twenty feet from the common room to get to that old chamber, but beyond that he found the whole class a bit of a bore. Walking down the corridor, Alden slipped on some black sunglasses to keep the lights down low for him as he entered the classroom. Of course the first voice to call his name was always the professor.

"Welcome, Mr. Selwyn!" The professor said, slightly cheerier than normal. "Eh, keep it down would ya?" The boy spoke, covering one ear as if the teacher had actually yelled. Hangovers. That was something Al had learned to cope with, but every now and again he still had the lingering side effects. He walked to the back of the class, slung his bag down beside his chair, and took a seat behind the doubled chaired desk.

A good ten minutes passed, and the last of the students filled the classroom. Alden paid hardly any attention to them, and instead took out his book and started to doodle in it to pass the time. Well, he did until Rose Weasley stepped through the door and the professor told her to take a seat next to him. Really? Partnering with Rose? Well, in all actuality, it isn't that bad. They have their good moments together, and she is cute, but then her Weasley side kicks in and she screws that little bit of gaining respect back to hell, though it's always in a typically silly manner. The girl approached, red hair and all, and took a seat beside him, stating his last name and giving a nod. "Ah well, fancy this. Miss Weasley partnering with Me. Haha." He teased her a bit, now sitting back and placing his hands behind his head. "Don't worry, I won't bite....much." He grinned.

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[rose emma weasley]

Elbow on the table, Rose looked the fellow seventh year over with a small, amused smile. He was hung over. Trust him to be hungover. Alden Selwyn, just like many boys (slytherin or otherwise) had the reputation of being quite the bad boy. And now he came into potions the next morning, completely crippled by the vast amount of drinking he had done the night before. Well, that was simply perfect. He would be no help at all on their project, not that Rose really needed it. She was perfectly capable of doing a project all on her own. In fact, she often preferred it that way. She found that people could get in the way and annoy her and her ideas. Like her mother she was possibly far too agitated when it came to school work in general, but she simply couldn't help it. That feeling of accomplishment, however brief, felt utterly worthwhile. Perhaps that sounded strange or sad? But it was just her was. She was an overachiever through and through, gaining a real thrill out of a job well done.

With a snort, Rose nodded her head in agreement. It was most definitely a funny arrangement. An odd occurrence that, knowing the professor, was probably planned out thoroughly. He was one for experiments. Perhaps he was simply incredibly interested in what would happen if he placed those two opposing forces so close together and made them work together. She wondered what his hypothesis was. Did he think Alden would strangle her, perhaps? Or maybe he, like everyone else, was just itching for Hermione Weasley's daughter to punch an arrogant slytherin. She did, after all, have a family reputation to uphold. Or maybe the professor thought it would go the other way entirely? That they would simply be overcome in a fit of passion. Mentally, Rose rolled her eyes. That was not going to happen. Somehow, Alden managed to weasel his way in to womens beds, but most definitely not Rose's. "Yes. The two of us. Together. It simply must be fate. Hopefully I won't swoon too much in your magnificent presence.

With a small smile, Rose glanced down at the desk in front of her. Instead of any notes that could actually be of use to them, Alden had doodled. Fantastic. How did he manage to do that? Rose watch as he casually stretched back in his chair. How could he be so calm? So comfortable? So confident? Or maybe it was mere arrogance causing him to sit in a way that accented the muscles in his arms.... Which she noticed... In an entirely scientific spectator kind of way... Yep, the flexing arms were undoubtedly it. Rose supposed he thought he looked irresistible or something silly like that. "I knew you had your kinky little fetishes, but in the classroom? Please, keep them to yourself Selwyn. So.." She glanced around, biting on her lip. From the other pupils playing around with vials, Rose couldn't quite figure out what they were supposed to be doing. "So, is the assignment the art of doodling? Because, if so I must say that we have this in the bag. But if not..."

[alden oliver selwyn]

With a smile upon her face, the red headed girl looked over in his direction, and in return he gave her a grin. Yeah, she knew. She always knew, but the fact that she always knew what was up with him was always a bit of a mystery. Then again though, she wasn't as dumb as most of his fellow students that roamed about these castle walls, but she did lack in some departments. There was also the fact that he didn't hide it very well, but yet flaunted it like it was the newest fashion to hit the streets. Still, yes, Alden was hungover. Thanks was given to the two bottles of vodka and the rolling about on faded patterned couches in the room of requirement last night, a typical end to the weekend.

Rose gave a nod and snort at his little introduction, going on to say that it must be fate that they were together, and she mustn't swoon to hard. This caused a little fit of laughter to arise from his throat, causing his hands to now return to the desk and him to lean forward a bit. "Well luv, It's 'yer lucky day! He spoke up through bits of laughter, "I'm going to tone it down a bit. Try not to look so, magnificent." He finished, cutting a glance in her direction and then looking back up towards the professor, watching as he began to fiddle with the blackboard. He wondered why that man even thought about pairing Rose with him. He wasn't doing bad in potions, hell he wasn't doing bad an any of his classes! Maybe it was the good girl thing that he wanted to rub off on Al? Maybe he should strangle her just to see that it would never work? No. Even though at times Al wanted to, that was never the way to go with a lady. Sure, he dated someone new every week, but never has he laid a hand on a girl....at least in the violent sense of the word.

The redhead continued on, speaking of fetishes and how he should keep his to himself. "Well you know," He began, "I never have had a thing for redheads...but I could make an exception." He finished off, rolling his eyes a bit at her. Typical Rose, always snapping back at him when he was just having a bit of fun. She needed to relax a bit, but then again if she ever left her books she might turn into dust or something. Rose darted her head around the room, looking at all the other classmates as they played with their vials, and then asked what they were suppose to be doing, but of course not without taking a stab at him. "Shut it, would ya Weasley!" Al spoke up, snapping his book shut and giving her a dirty look. "Just cause I don't appreciate school work like you do, doesn't mean I'm an idiot." He sighed and rolled his eyes once again, looking off towards the black board once more. "We're suppose to be making our own potion. Nothing fancy or anything, just some new." Alden added.

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[rose emma weasley]

"Hmm... I dunno whether to be dissapointed or relieved. It's always nice to have something to look at when one is brewing potions, after all." What was she doing? Was this Rose Weasley's odd form of flirting?! Maybe she was simply joking around. That sounded likely actually. Hey, at least she wasn't making a fool out of herself like usual. It seemed that finally Rose was becoming comfortable enough with the obnoxious Slytherin to not do stupid stuff in front of him. Or, at least that was the theory. A girl could hope, after all. "Then again I suppose it is a good thing. After all, I don't think I could concentrate when faced with you in all your glory. Tell you what, you promise to tone down the magnificence, I will tone down my obvious sex appeal." Yup. She was definitely joking... Unfortunately.

Rose couldn't help but smile, her tongue poking between her teeth as she looked her classmate over. This was one of their rare "good days." They were getting along, they were joking. Really, it made Rose wondered why they weren't like that all the time. It would make classes like potions a hell of a lot easier. Rose didn't have many friends in Slytherin other than those who were her cousins. It wasn't on purpose or becomes of any sort of house discrimination or anything, she just didn't run in the same circles as most Slytherins... And also there was the whole fact that she could be incredibly awkward, especially on first meetings. It would be nice, she decided, to be able to actually call Alden Selwyn a friend. "Aw gee, thanks for the consideration Selwyn, you just make me feel so desired. Alas, I do believe my father would kill you. So... I guess that kind of shoots our romantic relations in the face, Romeo."

At the sound of the book snapping, Rose felt herself rear back in surprise. Utto. Now she remembered why it was that the two of them could never really be friends. Eventually, no matter what, one of them found a reason to get angry and they simply started fighting. Rose didn't know why it was that way, but this routine wasn't exactly something she could break. "Hey, Hey!" Usually this was where Rose would scream back at him but for one she found that she couldn't because he seemed so upset by her comment. And then there was the fact that they were doing a project together. Rosie had to be diplomatic about this. And so, she leaned towards him, placing a cautious hand on his. "Sorry, okay. I didn't mean anything by it. Just me opening my big mouth. I like your doodles. And I definitely don't think you're an idiot. Not even close. Maybe... Maybe the only reason I even appreciate school work in the first place is because it's the only thing I'm good at. You... You're good at this and still you're charismatic and a charmer. Really, if we're being honest, you are far smarter than I am." Glancing down at her hand still on his, she pulled it back to run her fingers through her hair, her eyes fixed on the desk in front of her. "Uhmm Okay then. What do you want to do? There's... Luck potions, poisons, memory potions... love potions... Ermm... So what do we want to do?" She asked, finally looking up at him once more.

[alden oliver selwyn]

Rose spoke up, causing Al to give her a funny look as her voice hit his ears. Was she trying to flirt with him? He grinned a little and chuckled to himself. If she was, well then it was pretty awful, but then again she hardly ever did this sort of thing. Normally her nose was so far up a book that she almost didn't pay attention to those around her. Alright, that's an exaggeration, but she was pretty stiff about her studies from what he could tell, but that also made it even more odd that she was trying to flirt. Maybe it was a set up? A way for her to shoot him down or something? Ignoring it all together, Alden shook his head and response and just chuckled, moving on with the conversation.

Once again she continued on, stating it was a good idea he'd tone it down for she couldn't focus with him around, and that in return she'd turn down her obvious sex appeal. Another fit of laughter and a grin later, Al came to and spoke. "Ah, well I think you should keep it turned up there." He said, "It seems to be working for ya, luv." And with that he gave her a wink, now playing into this whole flirting bit. Actually, he was surprised that they hadn't gotten into a fight yet. Normally within five minutes one of em was at the other's throat, ready to strangle them, but not today. No. Today seemed to be that creepy step forward in their relationship, and so far it was leading to rather shotty flirting on her part and him just nodding and laughing. Though he had to admit, if anything did happen between them, he might not regret it. I mean, he's good looking, and she can be pretty hot on a good day, so why not?

The thoughts in his head had changed like a bi-polar patient, leaving him flip flopping from really good thoughts to "I bet I can turn you inside out like I did to that last third year. Yeah. How would you like that, seeing your organ on the outside?" How could she really think he was that dim? Sure, part of it was on his part, but still she was a Gryffindor! What happened to the whole 'don't judge a book by its cover' thing with them? Hmmm? Rose spoke up and he rolled his eyes, reaching below the desk and clutching at the wand in his pants pocket. Oh how he wanted to fling her across the room right then and there, but no. She did something he wasn't quite expecting. She placed her hand on his and apologized, but more importantly she placed her hand on his. He looked down with cold blue eyes at her hand, wondering why she did that. Her hand was warm, and it did feel rather nice, causing some of those hateful thoughts to already drift off. No, what was he thinking! "Best get your filthy hand off me, Weasley." He spoke up hatefully, just in time to see her jerk her hand back.

Ignoring her apology completely, he moved on to the assignment, taking out his wand and setting it on the table as she asked what he wanted to do. "Poisons are fun, but relatively too easy. Throwing stuff in a pot and mixing them together without looking can kill anyone. Luck potions are silly as well, so I'd say something on memory." Alden finished, looking over at her.

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[rose emma weasley]

Rose liked making people laugh. She was well aware that a lot of the time when she made others laugh they laughed at her, not with her. After all, Rose could be incredibly awkward. She did silly things on a regular basis. Thankfully today was not like that. For some reason or another she was having a proper,civil, joking conversation with Al. No getting stranded on Hogwarts roof or hanging upside down, clutching her broom while up in the air, afraid to move like she had in her first year flying lessons. She wasn't falling or rambling on and on about something no one cared about. She was almost acting normal. It was the way she tended to act with those she knew. Rose had a tendency of sprouting out facts when she felt insecure, but once she got to feel comfortable with people, she relaxed considerably. It seemed she was finally becoming comfortable with the Slytherin.

Laughter errupted from her mouth as Rose shook her head, her hair falling over her face. "Ever the charmer! Why oh why would any women not want a romp between the sheets with you, mr Selwyn?" The sarcasm was plain as she grinned. "So, what? I'm repulsive when I'm not being witty and batting my eyes? Ever with the backhanded compliments.." But she knew it was kind of true, at least to an extent. What man found a woman who was always reading and being silly and doing schoolwork attractive? Sure, there was the whole "Naughty Schoolgirl" angle.. but... Well... That definitely wasn't Rose. She was a geek and she loved it. She loved learning and reading and doing well. So what if that meant her romantic life was lagging? As the old saying goes: Novels over brothels... Or, was it literature over dicKature? Or... Learning over yearning? Any way you spun it, Rose was happy being.. well... Rose.

Why did he have to do this? Rose thought they were actually getting on well! How had what she had said managed to effect him so much? She hadn't meant to hurt him. But then maybe it had just been a case of time. They were a ticking bomb when they were together, sooner or later they would explode. Rose thought she had calmed the situation, but his words made her clench her teeth. No Rose, Just be calm. The witch sat through him telling her what he thought they should do, all the while trying to calm her anger, a single finger tapping at the wood of the desk. However, when she opened her mouth to reply, her hold over the words that came out of her mouth broke. And, it wasn't really her fault. She couldn't control it. She was angry! And when she was angry she simply had to let it out. "How dare you?! How the hell dare you?! Why do you always have to do this? I wasn't trying to hurt you but you damn well try your hardest to hurt me. What is it? The fact that I'm in Gryffindor? My second name? Is that it? Is it because I'm a Weasley?! Would you rather I go blonde?! She tugged at her hair. "Would that make it easier for you to ignore my heritage. Or... Or is it the fact that my mother is muggleborn? I was trying to be nice because... Well, I don't know why. How incredibly stupid of me. What? Is poor little pureblood rich boy Alden Selwyn upset and drowning his sorrows in vodka? Well fine, just don't take it out on me. Don't you dare speak to me like I am any less of a person than you are." Her eyes closed as she calmed her breathing. She felt... better. Quietly, she picked up a book on herbs and flipped it open.

[alden oliver selwyn]

Rose laughed again, making Al jolt his attention towards her once again. Laughter. A human reaction that was stimulated by something amusing. Alden wasn't in the business for making people laugh, but more laughing at other people. Sure, he did have funny moments, but there was always some underlying cynical venom underneath that the other person hardly ever figured out. But then, there were the one's like Rose, the ones that did see past those sunglasses upon his face and into the act that he gave off. Still, they didn't know the real him. They had no idea what kind of home he grew up in, where a father was more of a teacher than someone that was suppose to love and care for you. Hell, even his mother was a bit of a bitch at times, but still what she lacked in a firm hand she made up for with a heart, but sons weren't suppose to be raised upon their mother alone. Oh no. They need a male figure, someone who shows off dominance and charm, which not to say Al's father didn't have any, hell he had plenty! But that wasn't the point. What was the point anyways?

Rose spoke up through the laughter, stating on about him being a charmer, but not with out that fantastic sense of sarcasm she loved to put off. That made him grin a bit. She wasn't so unlike him after all. She did have her...awkward moments, but in terms of speech and they way she held herself, it reminded him alot of himself. That is if he had Weasley red hair and was a woman. "Well you gotta take 'em as they come." Al replied to her comment about his compliments, knowing good and well she knew what he meant. Still, she got off on books, and he got off on women and booze. Either way, they were both happy with what they did.

The shock wasn't evident on his face as the girl spoke her true feelings towards him. No. He sat there, looking at her with a straight face as the words poured out of her mouth, each one striking with a bit of a piercing feeling as she made her point well known. For a moment, and maybe the only moment in his pathetic life, he felt bad, a mixture between ashamed and just down right pathetic. No. He didn't make fun of her cause she was a Weasley, or because she was in a rival house. Hell, he didn't really know why he made fun of half the people he crossed in the hall! Was it because of jealousy? That they had a better life than he would ever have? Maybe it was just his own heritage, those years of being taught that the only true wizards are those who are born pure and the rest are trash? Maybe it was those years of teaching that he tried to rid his brain of so badly coming back in a subconscious form?

The red head finished with a stinging statement, and then closed her eyes, looking away from him. It took a moment for him to speak, the only registered amount of shock to be evident was in that moment of silence between the two, but when he did speak, he let his words flow the same way. "You know what? It's never been about your hair color, or what surname you have, or even the fact that you hail from a rival house. No, oh no. Of course, just like the many other wonders of Hogwarts you can't seem to look past all that for one moment, but instead dig upon years of scattered history and add it towards someone as a blame." Al spoke fast, with fury and a tinge of sadness, but yet kept it low so that way others wouldn't hear. "I was raised differently from you. You are the lucky one in this situation. What you lack in money, or fame, you make up for in a lot of other areas, areas that I, to be honest, don't even know if I have any more thanks to the years spent in the hell hole I like to associate with the term known as a 'home'. So yeah, I'm sorry. I'm sorry I was raised to hate 'your kind'. I thought I was making a bit of progress by not taking my fathers path and getting away from it all, but yet it's still there at times like some sort of brainwashing that can't be undone. I can't control it, I try, but it still slips out ever now and again. It's who I am." He sighed a bit and flipped open his book.

"You're more of a person than me." Alden muttered under his breath, hoping that maybe she didn't hear it. It was the truth though, and he knew it damn well. Silence over took the air at that point, and he began to flip through his book, trying to find a base to begin with.

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[rose emma weasley]

Rose's younger years had been filled with happiness. In that way she was incredibly lucky and unlike many of the students in Hogwarts. She was loved, really loved. And that, though it didn't seem to be much, was truly a blessing. Her childhood was filled with laughter and joy. There was always, however, that slight hint of loss, especially around the first of April. Her uncle George, as it appeared, would never really recover. But he hid it well, as did everyone hide their pain. It was only now that Rose was starting to realize that maybe the happiness and calm of her childhood wasn't entirely pure. Maybe... maybe they all knew, though they dared not utter it aloud, that the bad times weren't over. Maybe they were painfully aware of the fact that they never would be.... Or maybe Rose was just becoming melodramatic and over thinking everything. If the way Alden looked to her in response to her laugh was anything to go by, he wasn't accustomed to laughter.

"I suppose I should be thrilled to earn a compliment of any kind from you!"She doubted he was very forthcoming with his compliments. The fact that he even said as much as he had was a kind of miracle. There was no doubt that Alden and Rose were different. They were from separate worlds. They had been raised differently, they liked different things. And yet, there was a similarity also. They could both be brutally honest, though Rose usually didn't mean her honesty to harm others. They were both hot headed. In fact, it was possibly their similarities which made them bicker so much. They were both polar opposites and identical in certain ways. And that's the way it would always be. Maybe they would never be able to have a civilized conversation with each other, no matter how hard they may try.

While she was speaking, Al seemed to look at her as though she were speaking another language. He couldn't care what she thought. At least, that was the impression he no doubt wanted to give. And yet, when she finished there was a silence, proving her words had affected him, even if he wouldn't admit it. And then came his anger, something she was well accustomed to. BUt this time it was different. She couldn't help but notice that with his anger came a strange sort of.... sadness? Something that somehow made it impossible for her to shout venomously back at him. "I..." She wanted to interject and defend herself, but found she couldn't. He was right. She wasn't being fair in blaming it on those things. Thankfully, she didn't have to hang on her word too long as he continued to speak.

The only thing he was wrong about was the fame. The fame was ever present with the Weasley's, especially the children of "The Trio" as they seemed to be called. Rose knew fame. And she detested it. She found herself having to compare herself to heroes, geniuses, perfection. How could her life ever measure up, ever be as worthwhile, as that of her parents?

She didn't have time to ponder over what she lacked or what she had as things became more tense. Al had never spoke of his family with her before and to be honest she wasn't quite sure what to say. By the end, Alden's voice was barely audible, but make no mistake. Rose heard every last word. And it cut her to the core. How could anyone do that to their son? How could they show anything but love to the child they raised? They pushed their beliefs upon Alden as if it was proper or right. It was sickening. Though Rose desperately wanted to comfort him, she wasn't sure how she could. Maybe if he hadn't responded so badly to her hand on his she would have tried it again. But what good was a comforting hand going to do to years of emotional strain brought on my the people who were supposed to love and protect him? Rose couldn't make everything better with a joke or a helping hand.

"It's.. It's not who you are." Rose turned, swinging her legs over her stool to face him. "Your parents beliefs don't define you because you are so much more than they give you credit for.More than you give yourself credit for. You're a person. I....." She bit on he lip with a small smile. I like the person that you are. Not the person your parents molded, but you." Rose had a feeling that her words were corny and silly, but she meant every last one. "And, maybe if you give me a chance you can like the person that I am too. I swear, it takes a very, very long time, but I grow on people. Give me time and I swear you won't be able to help but like me... And if all else fails I can turn our memory potion into some kind of friendship potion and force feed you it. So... Will you let me woo you, Alden Selwyn? Pretty please?

[alden oliver selwyn]

The redhead spoke up, stating that she should be thrilled to have earned any compliment from him, but the way her voice twisted with her words seemed otherwise. Yes, Alden was a flirt, but even he selected only those he chose to flirt with. Rose, well, She wasn't one of the normal women around the school that he tried to swoon, and thus hardly ever gave her any compliments other than a good job on helping him with some homework every now and again. All other physical compliments were left on the back burner unless they were made into a spiteful joke that even she didn't get sometimes. Bottom line, they were opposites. Ying, and yang, though more destructive in certain terms.

After the rant had finished and Alden had turned his face away from his accuser, the dark headed boy hung his head low and flipped through page after page in his potion book, now more focused on getting the assignment done and over with so he could leave and avoid the redhead the rest of the day. How could she be like that? Just accusing him of all these things without even realizing what hung beneath. Maybe he was wrong about her. Maybe she couldn't see what was really there behind those shades, all those years of studying and business trips, pureblood gatherings and arranged marriages. Maybe he just kind of wished someone outside of his life could see beneath, though he'd never admit that openly mind you. Hell, he's not even aware that that's the underlying cause to it all. No. The mixed drinks and sleepless nice mixed with one night stands kept him from searching for that.

Tension was highly evident in the air, so thick that when Rose finally did speak, it caused Alden to cringe half uncomfortable, and half in preparation for another one of her outings with him. She spoke, turning over towards him as she did, all the while giving him some sap story about how his parents didn't define him, but it was him who had the choice to be whomever he wanted. Al wanted to roll his eyes right then and there, but then again that would piss her off and he really wasn't in the mood for another burst of redheaded anger at the moment. When she ended, he couldn't help but laugh a little at her last bit. "Fine." He spoke up. "I'll let you woo me, but if you ever, ever, ever tell anyone about this," He turned his gaze toward her, "I'll kill you."

OH HI, THIS POST HERE HAS 432 WORDS AND I WROTE IT ESPECIALLY FOR KATE!. OTHER THEN THE FACT THAT Eh, not the best post.

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