𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘪𝘦𝘳 - 𝘣𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘵𝘸𝘰

VIII. ❝Miss Rosier!❞

❝Miss Rosier!❞

Rosalyn Adore Black Ϟ

𝗝𝗔𝗠𝗘𝗦 𝗚𝗔𝗩𝗘 𝗥𝗢𝗦𝗔𝗟𝗬𝗡 𝗔 𝗕𝗥𝗜𝗘𝗙 𝗦𝗠𝗜𝗟𝗘, as he took a seat next to the brunette, she gives him a small sigh, "James, why are you acting so strange?" She questions.

"Your arranged to Gideon Prewett now, he's a respectable guy, a brilliant quidditch player, nothing like Malfoy" James replies, shrugging his shoulders as he does so.

"So your affection immediately halts when another man comes along?" She raises a eyebrow, pulling out her parchment and placing it on the desk.

"Of course not, it'll never halt completely" James scoffs, opening his potions book, "but I cannot save you from what life has always been ahead of you, Evan died trying and I cannot risk that, my son" He sighs, running a hand through his hair.

"I'd never ask you too" Rosalyn murmurs, casting his eyes onto Professor Slughorn, as the man stumbles into the class.

"Right, sorry for being late class, had to check on a second year student who blew off half his ear" Professor Slughorn chuckles, as goes behind his desk, "Today for our final lesson of term, we will be brewing Amortentia! Can anyone tell me about this particular potion?" He questions.

The hands dart up, as Professor points towards Marlene McKinnon, "The greatest love potion, Sir, it's said it'd even bring Aphrodite to her knees for a mortal" Marlene smiles, her blonde hair swooped into a tight ponytail.

"Correct, Miss McKinnon, 10 points to Gryffindor" Professor Slughorn grins, as he writes across the chalkboard, "And here the beauty is" he stirs his personal cauldron, he inhales.

"Is it true, Sir? That it smells different to everyone" Sirius asks, his hand interlaced in Remus'.

"Why don't you come and smell it for yourself, Mr Black" Professor Slughorn offers.

Sirius pulls his hand from Remus', stepping forward towards the main desk, he places his hand on the desk, inhaling deeply, "Chocolate, smoke, almost erm, a musky scent" He admits.

Remus' cheeks become flushed, as Sirius' eyes move from the potion to his, a grin forms on Sirius' lips, winking at the other Gryffindor student.

"Who's next?"

Rosalyn watches as each students take a turn breathing in the scent forming from the potion, her ears peak as she watches James step up, he inhales deeply, "Baby milk, roses and champagne" He admits, casting a glance at Lily Evans.

She takes a deep breath, as James takes his seat once again at her side, Rosalyn stands, her hand brushing against James' arm. Rosalyn makes her way to the front of the classroom, her eyes fall shut as she takes a deep breath.

The scents all hit her at once, a smile forming on her face, "What can you smell, Rosier?" Lily scoffs, as Rosalyn's eyes open, "Rotten flesh?" She smirks.

"Evans!" James hisses, standing up quickly.

All eyes turned too Rosalyn, "No, Evans" She speaks, caramel eyes glaring into emerald green eyes, "It smells like the night I fucked your baby daddy"

"Miss Rosier!"

The room erupts in gasps, as Lily Evans grabs her wand, "Your a foul, wicked, bitch, Rosalyn Black!"

Rosalyn rolls her eyes with a laugh, taking her bag from underneath her desk, "That's the only true thing you've said, Evans" She smirks.

The class watch in astonishment as Rosalyn slams the door as she leaves, the students erupt into laughter, as James Potter sighs, his head falling his hands.

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Rosalyn watched the clouds in awe, a cigarette in her hand, a blanket draped over herself, "There you are!" She turns to the voice, a smile graces her lips.

"Wasn't aware you was looking for me?" Rosalyn replies, opening her blanket.

Regulus gives her a small smile, taking a seat next to his cousin, she wraps the blanket around him too, "What did you want me for, dear cousin?" She quizzes.

"In all honesty, James asked me to come check on you, he told me what conspired in potions" Regulus reveals, taking the cigarette from her fingers and pressing it against his own lips.

"Did you laugh?"

"A little, beside the point, she mentioned Evan once again in the biggest form of disrespect, how have you not choked her out yet? If it was Bella she wouldn't have lasted this long" He counters, passing the cigarette back to the older girl.

"Because I love Harry, and as much I don't want to admit it, I love James too, which means as much as I can terrorise Lily Evans, I cannot harm her" Rosalyn shrugs her shoulders, her head leaning against his shoulder.

"I see. How was your meeting with your father?" Regulus asks, as the brunette sighs, her hands wrapping around his arm.

"Weird to say the least, he's acting as though I wasn't thrown from the family, Gideon's nice though actually, I only spoke to him a handful of times before our betrothal" Rosalyn explains, gripping onto her cousins arm.

"He's not a bad man, not like Malfoy" Regulus shivers.

"I doubt he can be as good as Evan" She responds, sighing.

Regulus pulls himself from Rosalyn's grasp, standing and brushing down his suit, he offers her his hand, pulling the brunette up to her feet, "Come on, our final lunch at Hogwarts this term can not be missed"

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The great hall seemed busier then usual, yet Rosalyn still felt the stares of the students on her face, "Y'know what I'm not gonna miss?" She glances at Regulus, he raises an eyebrow as the two walk through, "How fast gossip spreads"

Regulus chuckles at her, as the two take their seats at the Gryffindor table, "Evening, buba!" Rosalyn coo's, taking Harry from James' arms.

"You alright?" James quizzes, watching the brunette place his son on her knee, she smiles up at James, nodding her head.

Rosalyn keeps one arm looped around Harry, keeping him secure on her lap, her other hand feeding herself small bites of pasta.

"Oi, incoming!" Remus whispers, gaining the attention of the group.

"Why the fuck is Wood approaching us?" James questions through gritted teeth, cracking his knuckles.

"Jamesy, please" Rosalyn places a hand on his thigh, his eyes look down to her, "He will be deal with when it is fitted" She continues.

"Nah, fuck it" He whispers, using his fists to push himself up and off the bench.

"James!"

He doesn't answer Rosalyn, as he makes his way to Korey, shoving the Hufflepuff down against the floor, "The fuck!" Korey shouts, scrambling to his feet.

"You'll knock a woman down but have an issue when I do it to you, huh?" James retorts, pushing against his chest once again.

"Fuck off, Potter!"

"Huh? Come on, fight someone your own size, come on!" He spits, continuing to push.

"Mr Potter!" Dumbledore's voice echos through the hall.

Korey smashes against the floor, just after James' fist punches him clean in the face, James spits at the Hufflepuff, who groans, reaching out to cup his cheek, "Finished, Sir"