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

New Light

Rosaline sat on the edge of the Courtyard fountain. Most students were heading inside now, as lunch grew nearer, but Rosaline paid them no mind, staring up into the surprisingly clear sky, a single hand raised to shield her eyes from the sun. She was currently wearing a light linen shirt with long, buttoned sleeves tucked into a black and red pinstriped skirt. Her hair was pulled back into a twist, a sunhat perched on top of her head. It sported a matte red ribbon tied into a bow at the back; the bow's tails laid just over the end of the brim.

Many of the students cast her odd looks as they passed her, not only for her attire—most everyone was sporting casual skirts or trousers with comfortable looking house sweaters. By comparison Rosaline looked ready for a party, or a turn around a lush London garden, but really, she had always dressed thusly. Her mother imparted to her, whether through genetics or otherwise, a healthy appreciation for fashion and dressing well at every opportunity. Even in her uniform, Rosaline tried to maintain an appropriate presentation. Her shirts and school vests were always pressed, and the sleeves never rolled up her arms, unless necessary for work. Now, as the weather became a bit cooler, she had unpacked and pressed a series of Slytherin blazers she was beginning to wear in the morning and swapping for her robes in the warmer afternoons. Those things looked cozy and warm bit with their large bell sleeves and thin fabric, they always left her quite chilly. She was currently holding a thickly knit cream cardigan in her hands in case the afternoon turned chilly.

Rosaline was debating how long she should wait for Garreth before deciding he either forgot to come or decided not to when a familiar voice called out to her. Garreth approached, hands tucked into the pockets of his tan coat, which was paired with a red vest, white undershirt, and a smart, if simple, pair of trousers. It was the perfect combination of weekend comfort and proper going-out clothes. They fit him very well and Rosaline found herself impressed, as he was often disheveled as he ran around the school during classes—always in some kind of rush.

"Hello, Garreth," She greeted as he paused to help her hop down from her perch, a single hand raised to steady her should she need it.

"Hello," He replied a small ever present on his face, "I hope I am not too late?"

"Of course not," Rosaline said with a wave of her hand, "I never set a true time anyway."

Garreth then offered his arm, and Rosaline was momentarily stunned, not expecting the courtesy, mostly as she and Garreth were not particularly close, and she hadn't taken him for the overly polite type. Her hesitance must have caused some discomfort, as Garreth clear his throat, arm still proffered, "Shall we?"

"Certainly," Rosaline said, startled out of her stupor, and slipped her hand around his elbow. The walk was silent, though not uncomfortable as they made their way off campus. However, once they stepped off the bridge, Garreth spoke.

"You know, the Weasleys are purebloods too," he said, attempting to sound casual, but his statement still made her eyebrow raise.

"Yes I am aware," A hint of mirth lingered under her words and Garreth seemed to relax a bit when he heard it.

"You just... seemed surprised I had manners, or something, I just wanted you to know, I guess" Garreth scratched his cheek, just a single finger reaching up to rub at the bone, surely a nervous tick.

"Hmm," Rosaline pondered her next words carefully, knowing full well that while they were currently on friendly terms, there were many unspoken walls between them. "While I was...surprised at your offer," Rosaline nodded at their intertwined arms, "It was not connected to your breeding but because I assumed that we were not familiar enough for such an offer to be made in the first place, or that," now she glanced at Garreth, just a small glance from under the brim of her hat. He was looking at her with a truly serious expression on his face, and Rosaline found herself quickly looking away. "That you would find me...undeserving of one."