Post by dom on Apr 25, 2011 22:10:25 GMT -5
Her stomach had been bothering her lately.
Standing in front of the mirror, with the black fabric of her shirt rolled up tightly against her bust line, Rose Weasley scowled at the reflection before her. Her face in the mirror seemed to taunt her, and Rosie broke her gaze, instead looking down to study the scars that crisscross along her stomach. Bringing her fingertips to the edge of one of the pale, raised lines Rose traced its length, from just above her belly button, all the way down to the low waist band of her shorts. There were slightly smaller scars that matched that one, on either side, mimicing the shape of Hugo's claws and Rose winced slightly, remembering that moment. Another row of scars ran horizontally below her belly button, less noticeable and just cutting into the edge of the ink of one of her many tattoos. For a moment, Rose wondered if it would be possible cover up the scar tissue with yet another tattoo, but she quickly abandoned the idea. Rose was smart enough to know that any body art on her stomach would be destroyed the minute she started having kids. She supposed she could just bite the bullet and return to St Mungo's and have the scars removed magically removed, but the thought of the hospital turned Rosie's off the idea. She had always hated hospitals, for no logical reason. Maybe it was the smell, but either way, there was no way you could get Rosie into a bed at St Mungo's unless she was too weak or ill to protest. Besides, Axel didn't mind the scars too badly. Or, at least, Rose hoped he didn't.
Rosie had never really been a particularly vain person. She had been blessed with a good combination of genetics, and she had never dwelt too much on her looks, except on the occasion that Axel had started teasing her about them again. However, there was something about these scars that just bothered Rosie. Hearing someone apparate in, Rose realized that it must have been later then she had thought, and Axel must be getting back home. She didn't bother calling out to him. The door to the bedroom was open, and he was a smart man. He'd figure it out. Instead, Rosie went back to the task at hand. Twisting her torso to the side and glancing back at the mirror Rosie poked at her stomach experimentally. It did look a little more..bulgy then usual. She had wondered when the zipper on her shorts had protested slightly, but she had blamed it on the big meal she had just eaten.
OCC; THIS SUCKS. A LOT.