Welcome To My Life pv Rose Moon

Rose looked up at the time, while she was gathering the things she might need in her bag. It was just a small bag, and only carried small things that she might possibly need, but probably wouldn't. She was scheduled to come to Aldor's house by Floo sometime soon, and she was incredibly excited. She wanted to see his house- where he lived, how he lived, how he liked organizing all his stuff. She wanted to learn more about her closest friend.

She really wanted to meet his aunt. Aldor had talked a lot about his aunt in the past, mostly about how he really looked up to her, but a little about her not sending him as many letters. Aldor usually had very good things to say about his aunt, but when Rose heard about Aldor's aunt sending him less and less letters over the school year, it sparked some concern and protectiveness in the Second Year. She really hoped that Aldor's aunt wasn't about to pull the same act as the rest of his family. Because if she did, Rose would have something to say about it. The redhead did, however, expect their meeting to be pleasant and smooth. She didn't want to judge a person before she ever met them, so she was trying not to with Aldor's aunt.

But most of all? She just wanted to see him. Aldor. Her best friend, and the person she could count on and trust the most. She just wanted to spend time with him.

The lioness looked up, deciding she had better make her way downstairs now. She wanted to be on time on the dot, so she slung her bag over her shoulder and walked out of her room. She looked down the hall that had the rooms of all her siblings. "I'm leaving!" she called, receiving a chorus of "okay"s and "bye"s from her siblings. Rose's mom was at work today, actually, so Rose didn't have to say goodbye to her or tell her that she was leaving. At least, Rose had been told that her mother was at work today. She might be out with her fiance, doing fiance things.

Making her way down the stairs, Rose approached the fireplace. She took some green Floo powder in one hand, and threw it into the fireplace before her. She knew how to use Floo well- she was, after all, taught by her mother. She said Aldor's address.

Rose immediately felt herself and her bag being transferred over to his house. She stumbled out of Aldor's fireplace, being met with a warm smell of baked goods. They smelled so good. She knew that Aldor loved baking, so maybe he had been doing that before she came. Her eyes looked around the room. It looked a lot like a house Aldor would live in. She also saw a woman, who looked very much like Aldor's aunt. She smiled politely, and said in her soft and gentle American voice, "Hi. I'm Rose, you must be Aldor's aunt, right?" Once she got confirmation from the woman, she would continue, saying, "What would you like for me to call you?" She wasn't sure of the woman's first name, and didn't know if her last name was Humbleglow like Aldor's was. So she thought that she might as well ask to find out.

Rose reached forward to shake Iphaine's hand, smiling back. Rose's handshake was firm, but not rough. Her great-aunt always told her that you had to have a real handshake if you were to ever shake someone's hand. Not something floppy or fake. She blushed a little as she was told that she was absolutely adorable. Rose hadn't really heard that kind of compliment before, but she did appreciate it. "Thank you so much. It's wonderful to meet you too. I've heard so much about you."

Iphaine never really gave her an answer about what she wanted to call her, so Rose wasn't sure how to address her. She decided she could just call her Iphy or Miss Iphaine if she really needed to call her by her name. Rose was ushered to come in and offered a seat, so she said, "Thank you," as an instinct and came in, sitting on the couch. In a place that she wasn't familiar with, Rose would much rather stand up than sit. It just felt so invasive to sit on the couch right as she came in. But she did know that some people really liked serving people and welcoming them into their home, so she pushed that aside and perched on the couch when she was asked to.

It was kinda cute the way that she called him "Aly." Rose was sure that meant Aldor- who else would it mean? Their pet or something? Iphaine was not much different than she had imagined her, but definitely different than Aldor. Her red hair matched his, and their faces were similar, but she had tattoos all up her arm and seemed very energetic, loud, and upbeat. Nothing like Aldor.

And it smelled like heaven in that house.

Aldor came down and Rose couldn't help but smile as she saw him. "Hey, Aldor," she said, as a greeting. She was offered a hug and she stood up from the couch to go hug Aldor. She did see the box in his hands, but decided to ask him about it later. He told her that he was glad she came. Rose smiled. "I'm glad you invited me. How are you?" she pulled back from him. He looked a lot like... Aldor. Rose was wearing a denim romper, nothing too fancy or out of the ordinary.

Rose looked down to the box. "What's this?" she turned her head a little in curiosity, wondering what was inside.

Aldor said that he was alright, which was a good sign. Rose could always trust Aldor to be honest with her, so she did take that seriously. He also said that he got a good night's sleep last night, which Rose was also happy about. A good night's sleep always helped things. "That's good."

He handed her the box. She had expected for it to either be something for her, or something he wanted to show her. The former was more accurate. She glanced up to him, scanning his face. He looked a little bashful, and maybe nervous about the gift. She opened up the box. For a moment, Rose was breathless. "Aldor..." she finally whispered.

A silver dragon wrapped around a crescent. It was elegant and oh, so Aldor. Dragons were just Aldor's thing. She would think of him and his passion for dragons every time she saw it. It was so thoughtful of him to think of her like that, and to give her something. He didn't normally give her gifts, so it meant a lot for him to do that. "It's gorgeous. I love it," she said softly. Tearing her eyes away from it, she looked back up towards Aldor. "Thank you so much." He said something about friendship bracelets, and that maybe this could be theirs. "Yeah! I like that. Except maybe they're..." Rose held up the charm on the chain. It wasn't really a bracelet at all, was it? It was more of a... "friendship necklaces." She smiled at him again, it reaching her eyes. Rose took both sides of the necklace and pulled it around her neck, fastening it there. She pulled her hair out from under the necklace, and adjusted the charm on her chest. It fit right below her collarbones. It looked good on her. "Thank you again. It's... amazing. I appreciate it."

She took in a deep breath. "What is that smell? It smells like heaven in here."

Everything Rose has done for Aldor? Rose was about to retort that she hadn't really done that much for him. But she didn't want to ruin the moment, so she kept her mouth shut. Maybe she had done a lot for him, though. She had helped him come out of his shell a little, encouraged him, gave him advice, and let him confide in her. But he had done stuff for her, too! He had let her confide in him, too. He had complimented her and made her feel better about herself.

She giggled a little when he told her the ginormous mash-up of all the different foods that contributed to the smell floating around the house. "That's a wide variety of smells," she commented. She leaned closer just a little to listen to Aldor's words, then gave a little laugh again, though quieter this time because of Aldor's lowered voice. "Well, more for you, then," she murmured. She was glad that Iphy was excited that Aldor had a friend.

Iphaine came out of the kitchen and did something that Rose and her family would call "momming" him. She tried to tidy up his hair (which, in the end, wasn't very fruitful). You wouldn't ever be able to tell that Iphaine was Aldor's aunt, rather than his mother by blood. She apologized for interrupting, and then asked Rose how long she would be staying.

Well, Rose's mother usually came home late, because of her work. Rose wasn't sure how late she would be late tonight. Her mother had asked her to be home by seven. Technically, Rose knew she wouldn't be home until a lot later than that, as she had been most of the time. She had tried to take some days off for Easter, but she hadn't been entirely successful in the end. She had ended up working pretty much the whole break, anyway, save for a couple of nights. "Oh, don't worry about it. It's a little after three now, and my mom said I have to come back home no later than seven o'clock. I don't have to stay that long, though. She's not coming to pick me up or anything, she has work tonight. I think I'll just floo back home around seven, if that's okay with you?" Rose would let her respond, and then would answer her other question. "I would love a cookie, thank you for offering."

She looked to Aldor. "I also wanna see your room sometime," she said. "You can learn a lot about a person from their room."

Rose reached out to take a cookie from the plate that was set out, saying, "Thank you." She looked down at the cookie. It was a little strange that Iphaine had called it a cookie, as normally people who lived here in the United Kingdom called it a "biscuit." That was the weird thing with languages. In America and the UK, they both spoke English, but it was different versions of it. They had different words for the same things, and said things differently, and spelled things differently. Same language, different dialects. It was fascinating. She only wondered for a second why Iphaine had called it a cookie, as it wasn't that entirely important.

She took a bite out of the cookie. That cookie was good. "Mm," Rose said softly, taking another bite quickly after that. "What kind of cookie is this?" she asked. "I might have to make it myself sometime." Rose said stuff like this sometimes. That maybe she should do something, try something, make something. But normally she couldn't. Her family just didn't have that kind of money.

Aldor let her go first up the stairs, so Rose forced herself to be confident. If he trusted her in his house, then it was no use worrying about if she was being invasive or not. Rose's hand hovered just above the railing as she went up the stairs. It was instinctual, something she had always done. If she tripped, then she could put her hand out for balance. But if she didn't need it, it would have no problem just hovering above the railing.

The Hufflepuff was right- it was obvious which room was his. His door was decorated, and when she turned the handle to go into his room, she just knew that it was his room. Everything about the room screamed Aldor. Well, Aldor wasn't much of a screamer. So maybe everything about the room told you with honesty that this room belonged to the ginger-haired boy.

She saw the open letter on the desk, but she definitely wasn't rude enough to read his letters to other people. Wasn't that illegal or something? But she did wonder what other friends he would be writing to. They would probably be cool people, if Aldor had found them and had written to them. Her gaze only passed quickly over his desk and his room.

"Ah, this is definitely your room," she said with a glance behind her at Aldor.

There was something strange about houses. You could tell what kind of a person lives there just by the appearance of the house. And each house seemed to have its unique kind of smell. Right now, there was that Aldor smell mixed with the baked goods that Iphaine had made in anticipation for Rose's arrival. You could just tell that the two of them lived there.

Now that she was here, and they had moved past the greetings and the courtesies, they didn't have anything to do yet. "What kind of stuff do you have to do?"