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

Starting Over

A/N Hello Everybody! Here is Part Fifteen of Opposites Are a Perfect Match! I had a lot of fun with this chapter. We get a good chunk of Sebastian/Rosaline friendship here and it was acytally really cool to write. I hope you all still like me after this though....

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The next morning Rosaline received Sharp's list of supplies during breakfast, a smart little Tawny owl with remarkably dark coloring swooping over her head and dropping the envelope directly onto her eggs. It was still rather early in the morning, especially for a weekend, so Rosaline was one of very few students sitting in the Great Hall. Professors Weasley and Ronen were sitting together on the raised dais at the front of the room chatting quietly over their own plates.

She chewed slowly, reading through the list as she enjoyed her last few bites of her breakfast. It wasn't too extensive, but Rosaline was still impressed with its length. It included seeds, ingredients, equipment spellcrafts, and even a few cauldrons of very specific size. A shrinking charm and a little creative packing and she should be able to fit nearly everything in her satchel. The shops would only just be opening at Hogsmeade, and Rosaline thought she had a few moments before she would need to head back to her dorm to change into more presentable clothes before heading out for the day. She was hoping to beat the weekend flood of students that often left the quaint village an absolute mess on Saturdays.

Rosaline took a sip of her tea, something a bit darker than she would usually drink, though there was a citrusy spice in the flavor she found she quite enjoyed. Her eyes fluttered shut and she sighed into her cup, quietly soaking in the heat of the sun where it slanted through the windows and over her form.

The early light lighted her with a halo, a bright lighting shining from around her head, the curve of her shoulder and dip of her back. She was wearing a cream kitted sweater over a pale pink collared shirt. Her black skirt was belted around her waist, paired with cream stocking and comfortable ankle boots. She even wore her hair pulled back in slim pink ribbon, most of it falling over her shoulders. She looked lovely sitting in the morning sun, finger loosely gripping her teacup, staring into the distant nowhere.

She was the first thing Garreth saw when he slipped into the Great Hall.

Most people might assume Garreth Weasley, like many of the members of his house, slept in quite late on the weekends, but the farm hours he kept at home had him waking with the dawn almost daily. Most of the time he lounged around the Gryffindor Common Room until late in the day, often catching up on schoolwork, reading up on experimental potion brewing, or even poring over his own notes.

Today he'd wandered out of the Common Room early in hopes of finding the exact girl he was now staring at. It was not unknown that Rosaline was an early riser, having been seen heading out to the Quidditch pitch with Imelda most mornings. Garreth figured the brown-haired Slytherin was trying to help Rosaline with flying, though he didn't think it always went well. She didn't seem to notice him as he approached, continuing to stare at some floating spot far in the distance.

"Good morning," he greeted quietly, resting a hand between her shoulder blades as he settled himself beside her.

If she was surprised by his appearance, she didn't show it, turning to look at him, tea still held in her hands close to her chest, a sleepy morning smile on her lips. "Good morning, Garreth," she replied, "I'm surprised to see you here so early."

Garreth shrugged, reaching forward to scoop a bit of breakfast onto his plate, "I had a reason to be out of the Common Room early today."

Rosaline blushed and looked away, eyes focusing into the distance once more. "Oh really?"

"Indeed," Garreth said, take a quick bite of his eggs, an amused smile curling on his lips.

"And what might that be?"