An Opposite is a Perfect Match (MC x Garreth Weasley)

A Lesson in Companionship

"Accio!" Rosaline whispered, a large Gobstone flying down from the trophy room rafters and into her hand. This one fit just perfectly in the cup of her palm and the iridescent green hue darkened and lightened as she rolled it around. A third year Ravenclaw girl had asked for help retrieving her collections of Gobstones after a few overly competitive students had hidden them all over the school. When Rosaline had discovered that Imelda had been one such culprit, she had guilted her friend into revealing their locations.

Rosaline wasn't a fan of the game, she often leaned towards her feminine side, and being sprayed with smelly liquids, magical or not, was not a pleasing notion. However, she simply refrained from playing the game, finding enough enjoyment from watching other players put their daily hygiene at risk. She reprimanded Imelda for her behavior, reminding her that if she decided to enter competitive play, she should take her win or loss with grace, rather than playing sore. Imelda was thoroughly chastised, and revealed the Gobstones hiding places, and wile rounding up the stones had taken a bit of time, it allowed Rosaline the chance to explore the castle and make herself familiar with the areas she did not visit during her day-to-day activities.

Zenobia was still lurking around the Defense Against the Dark Arts tower when Rosaline returned, her eyes lighting up upon noticing the older girl's approach. She was hopping on the balls of her feet, a smile spreading on her face. "Oh! Please tell me you were able to find my Gobstones!" Zenobia called, a few wandering students turning towards the sudden yelling. Rosaline chuckled and held up a small blue pouch and shaking it, the tell-tale tinkling of Gobstones echoing down the corridor. "Oh, how wonderful!" Zenobia cried again, clapping her hands, "I knew you would be able to find them! Can I please have them back now?"

"Of course," Rosaline said, though she did not lower the pouch to Zenobia's waiting hands just yet, "On one condition."

"Oh," Zenobia's face fell just a little, and she reached into her pockets, pulling a few Knuts out and lifting them towards her, "I'm sorry this is all I have. I hope its enough."

Rosaline was still for a moment, staring blankly at what must have been the girl's allowance before shaking her head and pushing Zenobia's hand away, curling the younger girl's fingers over the offered money in the process. "No, That is not what I mean." Rosaline said and Zenobia was quick to stash the money away again. "I was just thinking that maybe we could work together to make you Gobstones a bit more...pleasant."

"More pleasant? I'm not sure that's possible," Zenobia snorted a little as she talked, her doubt evident.

"Well, let me see if I can work something out, and if I do, will you work with me?" Rosaline stretched her hand out, ready to make a deal with the third year despite her lack of confidence.

"Hmm," Zenobia eyed Rosaline before shaking her hand slowly, "I suppose it can't hurt."

"Great," Rosaline smiled and deposited the bag of Gobstones into Zenobia's palm.

"Oh, I am so glad to have these back!" Zenobia opened the pouch and examined her collection before tightening the drawstring, "Maybe I'll go see if anyone on the common room would play!" Zenobia was just turning around when Rosaline stopped her one more time.

"Sorry, just one more question." She said, "Do people often ask for money in exchange for favors here?"

"Ah," Zenobia said, glancing around, her voice lowering to whisper, "I can't say for sure. I just overheard a Gryffindor girl refusing to Help Cressida Blume with something about her diary because she didn't have any money. I'm sorry for assuming you'd want something too."