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CHAPTER SIX ❝isolation❞
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THE AIR WAS CRISP AROUND HER, CHILLING HER BONES AS HER HANDS SLIPPED INSIDE HER POCKETS FOR PROTECTION. Rosalie, the loner, walked around Hogsmeade as others passed around her. No one else was alone, all the students with their friends giggling to themselves as they went from store to store, and the adults had a partner alongside them that they initiated conversation with.
Rosalie, though, was alone as she had no one to talk to. She was the loner, the isolated girl who kept to herself and never created friendships with anyone. She had, a long time ago, when she was much younger and more innocent. She had believed that she could have friends, and then going home for Christmas changed everything.
She had been so excited to tell her father about her two friends. He wasn't so terrible yet, so gone into his drinking that he was just madness and anger, there were moments where he was a dad and he loved her. Where he would apologize for his actions and promise to make everything better, repenting for love.
And Rosalie had been so young and hopeful, believing that there was hope for him and thinking that he would be happy she was coming into herself at Hogwarts. He even made dinner that night and they sat together, Rosalie with a large smile on her face. She told him everything about the castle and her classes, growing in joy as she ventured onto the topic of friendship.
Throughout the whole time he had been so kind, so interested in her academics, yet when she mentioned Dean and Seamus, he changed. He grew cold and furious again, looking at her with such vile glares.
"Why are you such a gourmande, Rosie? You have everything handed to you and yet you take more? Why do you wish to hurt more people like your friends?" he spat out the last word, "What will they think when they know the truth about you? How you did nothing as you watched your mother die? Will they stay then?"
No, she had not wanted to be such a greedy girl like he had called her. She wanted to be so selfless, so pure, and she had to let go of her friends. They would not want her anyway when they learned that. Who would stay with someone like that?
Now, she laughed at the grave of her father. She was so selfish, she was such a gourmande and she loved it. She would take everything and leave him nothing, leave not a single thing for anyone else. She would be in the spotlight, she would have the attention, she would have her glory. Wondrous glory that would be all hers and no one would even know his name.
Yes, she was a greedy girl and she wore that title with pride.
But the greedy girl walked alone, she had not gotten any new friends since Dean and Seamus, although Luna was nice enough – close enough to a friend. What she and Draco had was just a partnership and nothing more. Once this was over and they had been given new tasks, they would forget each other and move forward. They were not friends; Draco did not want to be her friend. He had plenty enough already and she was associated with this darkness he clearly hated.
