❝Look, Rosie, I know you’re tough
    and never get sick or anything,
    but if you don’t lay down you’ll never
    get better. Just trust me this once.❞

( — rose )

❝Really? It sounds like you’re y e l l i n g right now!
— Okay, I’m going to pause right here. Just—
Give me a moment.❞

    In reality, the word set her off. Yet, she knew that she is acting irrationally.
    But, how could she not? She is her father’s daughter, is she not? It
    wasn’t even allowed in her house, and if someone said it in her
    house, she knew he would blow a fuse. That was just it, really.   
    She’s more upset at the possibilities, rather than the
    certainties.

❝I’m-❞

    Cue the waterworks.

❝I’m sorry. I’m acting irrational, and I apologize.❞

    ❝You’re not irrational. That was a very
    rational response to what I did.❞

 Damn it. After all this time, despite who he was, it still
 made him uncomfortable to see somebody cry; every
 tear made his fists clench a bit more. What the hell?
 Was he heartless?

 He’d just said the worst possible thing you could say to
 Rose, and he was displeased that she was making him
 feel awkward? It was entirely unfair to her. He was being  selfish. Selfish and stupid, doing these things, saying them.
 With a sigh and a twinge of self-loathing (selfish, thinking
 she’s his; he knows he’s thinking it) he pulled her to him.
 Rose was still crying, sniffling softly into his shirt, but it wasn’t
 quite as bad as he’d thought it was before. He kissed the top
 of her head before resting his chin on it. 

    ❝I truly am sorry, Rose. It wasn’t right.❞

( — rose )

    ❝Don’t you D A R E scream at me, Scorpius!
    I don’t c a r e. My mother is a muggle-born, and my
    father doesn’t even allow us to even think about that
    word. What if my father was in the room? You do realize
    that you and I are practically f i g h t i n g
    for his approval? If he was around, all that hard work
    would have been wasted because you slipped up!❞

    ❝I do not yell. I’ve never done that. But you’re treating 
    one slip-up like I have a record of saying- disgusting
    things. Do you know me, Rose? Really, think about
    this. Have I ever said that before? No. Have I ever shown
    any inclination to say that? No. I screwed up. And your
    father, well, he’d have denied us anyway, wouldn’t he have?
    We’re not exactly the kind of couple he WANTS. Be realistic
    now, love, think about what you’re saying. I could shine his
    shoes with my own tears and he’d be convinced I’m trying
    to tattoo the Dark Mark on your arm.❞

{{{rose}}}

“You’re s o r r y ? !
No, y o u don’t get to say that!
Not after t h a t slip up!”

{{{rose}}}

“No, just—”

“Walk away from me, please!”

    ❝Rose , I’m sorry !❞

    ❝You know I would never say that under
    normal circumstances . I – it slipped out ,  
    I’m sorry , oh God , I’m sorry .❞

{{{rose}}}

“Hyperion—;;”

“I have an issue right now.
You see, I want some chocolate
right now. But, I also want some
firewhiskey, dear.
— However, due to my current
condition, I cannot have firewhiskey.
Do y’see my dilemma?”

    ❝That is a dilemma indeed – especially 
    considering how fantastic this firewhiskey
    is . I suppose I’ll just have to drink the
    house's supply , and you will get all the
    Chocolate Frogs and Cauldron Cakes your
    uncle George gave as housewarming
    presents . Married life ; isn’t it wonderful ,  
    darling ? Booze and chocolate , and we
    don’t even get to share . Have the baby fast .❞

{{{rose}}}

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Send me the URL of a muse you ship me with and I’ll kiss them!
slytheringamma sent in: “enfantinattendu *sneakily sets grand nephew up w weird possibly burglar girl who claims to be a friend of teddys * (◡‿◡✿)”

❝Oi, Hyperion, c’mere—❞

    ❝Are we ever doing anything besides
    snogging ever again ? I do have
    homework sometimes , dear .❞

keila sent me an ask like six weeks ago i'm trash

    Hogsmeade had been particularly crowded that day ,  
    despite biting wind and what seemed like twice the
    snow they’d seen all month . It was not a pleasant
    experience , and yet Scorpius had made the journey .

    One of the few things that made these worthwhile
    was the time he got to spend with Rose ; after a time
    the library got a bit tiresome . So they’d gone to Honeyduke's 
    – Score’s choice – and Zonko's – Rose's – and been
    steered directly past Madam Puddifoot’s by a blushing
    Score .

    Now , lounging in a particularly warm portrait room ,  
    Scorpius noticed how hard the day had been on the
    girl next to him . Her eyes were dropping quickly ; it
    was obvious this was becoming a one-sided conversation .

    Possibly Scorpius could get her to Ravenclaw Tower
    before she – nope , her head had just slipped from his
    shoulder to his lap , leaving him in the awkward position
    of readjusting her . He gave up quickly ; she was warm
    and soft and he really didn’t want to ruin this .

    Of course , this was the moment a thin witch in a painting
    began sniffing in disdain at the scene below her . Cheeks
    turning a brilliant scarlet , Score tapped Rose’s shoulder . 

 ❝I don’t think the pictures approve .❞

(◕‿◕✿) rose and scorpius finding out she’s pregnant (◕‿◕✿)
(◕‿◕✿) rose and scorpius actually getting excited about the baby (◕‿◕✿)
(◕‿◕✿) rose and scorpius start discussing names (◕‿◕✿)
(◕‿◕✿) rose starts cramping and bleeding (◕‿◕✿)
(◕‿◕✿) rose finding out she miscarried the baby (◕‿◕✿)
(◕‿◕✿) rose refusing to not even look at scorpius (◕‿◕✿)