Post by dom on Jan 25, 2010 12:12:10 GMT -5
SO WHAT I'M STILL ,,
a * r o c k s t a r !
Rosie hadn't been able to do it. She watched the other girls in the dormitory bedazzle themselves in shocking hot pinks and sparkling red and white fabrics, adorning the pastel colours of the holiday on their skirts and dresses. For one, Rosie just wasn't in the mood to spend a day celebrating love, especially with her own love life in such turmoil. It was, Rosie admitted, maybe starting to take a turn for the better, but the situation was still leaving her mind whirling, and her thoughts wholly and completely confused. And second, as a general rule, this particular red head did not wear pink. Ever. Rosie hated how the shade clashed with her hair, all while washing her out at the same time. The only concession she had made to the holiday was a completely appropriate ring, curving around a slender finger, spelling out love, in a cursive font. The girls in her dorm had forced it on her, pressing it into her hand as they cheerfully teased her about her lack of enthusiasm for the event. A dab of perfume on her wrist had been the last extravagance Rosie would spend getting ready, stoppering the delicate glass bottle and grabbing her camera from her bed as she stood.
The camera, being so obviously muggle, had belonged to her grandfather. For a few years, it had annoyed Rosie to no end that none of her pictures would move properly, like they should, unlike her mother helped Rosie find a charm that allowed Rose to take both magical and non magical snapshots. Picking her way through the crowd that lingered under the carnival tent Rose glanced around, not really focusing on anything, just an intake of all the sights. There were so many opportunities to snap a picture of a smiling couple, sharing a sugary treat, or playfully competing in a game, but that wasn't type of memory that Rose wanted to preserve right now. However, it looked like she didn't have much choice, doing another sweep of the tent with her eyes.
Just suck it up and take some nice, sweet pictures that your friends can coo over later, Rosie told herself sternly. Bringing the camera up to her face, the bangles on her arm jangling softly with the motion, Rosie turned slowly, searching for something to focus on. Finally she decided on a couple walking towards the lake. The girl was tucked comfortably under her beau's protective arm, while snuggling a pale purple bear to her chest. Pressing her finger down gently on the shutter button Rosie frowned as someone stepped into the frame just as the flashed blinked brilliantly, ruining her picture. "Hey," Rosie protested, pulling the camera away from her face to see who had stepped in front of her, and then wished she hadn't.
Axel Wynn, one of the reasons Rosie wasn't in the greatest of mood's today.
WORDS ,, 486 ,
TAGGED ,, axel wynn ,
OUTFIT ,, CLICK
NOTES ,, ehh, this kind of sucks ,
CREDIT ,, template by ophelia and graphics to R E V E R S E of CAUTION
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