Rosie ⎮ Tom Riddle

Thirty One

Passed Time

  26 St James's Garden Street was a charming five-bedroom terraced house spanning 3,509 square feet. Overlooking a beautiful church that was named the very street the house sits on, it was also owned by Daniel Allen's grandparents since the 1890s. However, now, the house was comfortably owned by only two people.

  Peering out from her window seat, Rosalie was wrapped in a loosely tied dressing gown, cradling a warm cup of tea and a book she intended to read. However, her attention had been hijacked by the fascinating sight of morning strollers passing by below.

  She gripped her cup of tea, a constant lump of fear in her throat as she looked at every face she saw. Fearing, or perhaps in the darkest parts of her mind, hoping, that she just might see Tom accidentally walk by. Rosalie knew how stupid she sounded, but after so much time with nothing but a small picture of her once-lover in her necklace was not enough.

  Two years changes a person. Passed time changes a person's heart and soul immensely. That was what she was taught anyway; what any person would tell her logically. So why, on a Friday morning, was she wondering if Tom's heart had changed over this passed time?

  "Honey?" Daniel called from their room upstairs. Rosalie looked up above her, imagining him tying his shoelaces and grabbing the briefcase she had packed for him this morning.

  "Yeah?" She called back, her sight slowly locking back down and past the windows. She heard the footsteps coming down the stairs and entering the living room. 

  Daniel fixed the cuff of his sleeve and took a hand through his short brown hair. He admired his pretty girlfriend, even in the mess of the morning, sitting completely stuck in thought looking out the window. He walked up to her quietly with a young and expressing smile.

  He slipped his hand gently onto her back, and Rosalie's gaze shot up to meet his, startled by his sudden presence. Setting her cup of tea down on the coffee table beside her, she rose gracefully to her feet, ready to greet him.

  "Hey, is it time for work already?" she inquired, flashing a warm smile as Daniel leaned in closer to her.

  With a tender smile, he pressed a light kiss down to her lips, his fingers caressing the back of her hair ever so softly. "Yeah, unfortunately. But tomorrow, I'm all yours," he replied, his affection evident in his gaze.

  Rosalie leaned into his shoulder, her playful side emerging as she reached out to playfully grab his arm. "And what will we do?" she teased.

  Chuckling, Daniel entertained her question, "Well, as much as I'd love to just have you in bed all day looking like this... I'm taking you out tomorrow night. A surprise."

  A mischievous glint danced in Rosalie's eyes as she quipped, "Well, it's hardly a surprise if you're telling me now."

  With a playful grin, Daniel countered, "And that's why the location is strictly a secret."

  "Alright, Daniel, get out of here before I use veritaserum on you," Rosalie threatened playfully.

  Feigning shock, Daniel protested, "You wouldn't dare."

  Their laughter filled the room as Rosalie gently pushed him towards the front door. Daniel complied, walking towards the exit, his hand firmly clasping Rosalie's before bidding her goodbye and shutting the door behind him.

  Rosalie skipped back to her seat by the window, her eyes following Daniel as he apparated off to work the moment he stepped out the door. Snatching up her cup of tea, she settled back into her spot, as if afraid to miss a single moment of her people watching.