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

A Hogsmeade Adventure

"I'll admit," Garreth said as he and Rosaline left the Three Broomsticks, "I might have asked you here for another reason."

"Oh really?" Rosaline said, "You apologized so beautifully, don't ruin it now," she teased with a smile. Her hands were now clasped behind her back as she walked with Garreth. Neither had been able make physical contact since he had warmed her hands in the restaurant.

"Haha, very funny," he responded with a cheeky smile of his own. "I was actually hoping for you to inspect something for me, or a place rather."

"A place? Slow down Mr. Weasley I am not moving in with you." Now Rosaline's cheek earned her a playful glare.

"I apologized before but now I think you can be rather impossible sometimes."

"I've been told."

"Well, I am glad you're aware." Garreth responded with a fair bit are sarcasm lacing his voice before sobering himself. "Honestly, I was hoping you might inspect the local potions store. I know that a few students, along with myself, suspect him of gauging his prices, since his is the only potions shop in town. None of us has much of a choice but to shop there and even though we have reported it to the professors, they either don't trust or believe us."

"Really? I am surprised they wouldn't take it a bit more seriously. The only place to procure potions ingredients gauging their prices? I would think at least Professor Sharp would have investigated it." In fact, Rosaline was sure he would have. He might be a bit particular and grumpy, but he seemed to care about his students' success and a reliable source of ingredients would include that.

Garreth sighed again, raking a hand through his hair. They were always in motion, either twiddling at his sides or combing through his hair. "I suppose that's my fault." He admitted, "Mr. Pippin is a stable in the community. His family has been running that shop for years! I on the other hand have a less that stellar reputation with most of the Hogwarts staff."

"I wonder why," Rosaline mused and Garreth threw his hands up in mock exasperation.

"Impossible! I swear!" Rosaline laughed openly then, the loud heart sound almost trumpeting from her chest.

"Okay okay, seriously," she said after calming down a bit, completely missing how Garreth's face had once again flushed a brilliant scarlet. "Why do you think I could help?"

"Well, Sharp likes you and I know he respects your grandfather, just based on what I heard of him. I'd imagine that if you showed concern over it, it might make him realize I wasn't just digging for cheap ingredients." Garreth's reasons were empirical, and his concern valid.

"I suppose it can't hurt," Rosaline agreed and followed Garreth as they meandered through the streets, ducking into an alley lined with cozy stacked homes of white plaster and wood. Many of them had chimneys which puffed grey wood smoke into the air. Garreth ushered her past another alley, ot was dark and a few food carts were set up near the end, framing a moderately sized pub. No one lingered here, and with a glance back, Rosaline gladly followed the Gryffindor boy up a set of shallow stairs.

At the top, a vibrant purple wood and stone shop came into view. The door, surrounded by cauldrons of all sizes, sported a beautiful yellow and blue stained-glass window that glowed with warm afternoon light. Rosaline stopped to admire a string of palm sized cauldrons that hung from an enchanted strong near the door.

"Aren't these sweet?" Rosaline whispered she ran a finger over the copper-colored sides of the lowest cauldron with its three legs made from intricately swirled metal. She noticed that Garreth was waiting patiently by the door, a small smile adorned his face and his green eyes sparkled. She whispered an apology as he opened the door for her, but he waved it off.