[HP] Leader's Exclusive Rose

Between the naive and mature age group, at the age of 17 or so, there is always plenty of energy and uncontrollable vitality.

The day after Christmas, the Ministry of Magic eagerly resumed its work schedule.Cedric also went to Shen's house as usual. Rosalind is not a person who likes to go out. In her words, she prefers to enjoy solitude - of course, this does not conflict with her being able to make many friends.

After writing a letter of concern, Rosalind turned around and glanced at the owl standing on the pear wood support: "Goo, come here——I have a letter that I have to trouble you to fly."

The great horned owl, which was squinting and dozing on the stand, opened its ginger-colored eyes, flapped its wings and stood on the table.After the girl put away the quill, she handed the letter to it: "No. 12, Grimmauld Place, to Sirius or Harry."

Cedric closed the newspaper in his hand. Recently, the "Daily Prophet" reported on Sirius more and more badly: he has been described as a murderous terrorist who escaped from Azkaban.

What also hasn't changed is the suspicion and accusation of Dumbledore's "unpredictable intentions".As usual, Voldemort's return was not mentioned a word.

The Ministry of Magic now seems to be deceiving its ears and stealing its bells. Fudge is too sensitive and evasive towards Voldemort's attitude-he can sit on this ministerial position, in fact, it is largely thanks to Dumbledore's advice to him and Barty. Some of Crouch's political "stains" that did not allow him to take power as he wished.

Yucheng Shen also had to be cautious in his words and deeds in the Ministry. He was not only an employee of the Ministry of Magic, but also a core member of the Order of the Phoenix.Once the Death Eaters discover something and get information about the inside of the Order of the Phoenix, it will definitely have a bad impact on the Order of the Phoenix.

After nearly a morning of homework with Rosalind in the study, the boy cooked her a hearty lunch—especially the lemon sherbet-flavored cake, which took him a lot of time and thought.

The Shen couple didn't come back at noon. They usually stayed at the Ministry of Magic at noon, and occasionally went to No. 12 Grimmauld Place to have dinner with other members or discuss important decisions secretly.

Rosalind watched her fiancé coming in and out laying out the food on the table, and there was only sweetness and emotion in her heart: she must have done something good to save the world in her previous life, otherwise how could Merlin make Cedric so outstanding? And the perfect man to be her boyfriend?Perhaps it is also possible that she has done good deeds and accumulated virtue for several lifetimes, and Merlin felt sorry for her, so in this life, she arranged for an angel to grow up with her.

The afternoon sun penetrated into the room halfway through the glass windows, and the half-rolled curtains cast shadows on the room. A laurel tree outside the window did not shake off its green leaves due to the cold. Spots of light are formed by refraction on the curtain.

Ambiguity blended with intimacy and distance to concoct the most bewitching wine in the world.

Rosalind took him to her room and found for him the hat she had knitted for the house elves for Hermione.She knits slower than Hermione, after all, she is far less concerned about this matter than the little brunette witch.Moreover, the daily tedious homework always leaves her with little free time to hold the knitting needles.

There was a faint scent of flowers in the room. Cedric didn't study perfumes and other things in detail, but he was no stranger to this smell, and he had never stepped into her room before.

The red roses on the bedside table have already been inserted into a dozen, and you can smell the rich fragrance without getting too close—the preservation spell not only preserves their gorgeous appearance, but also preserves them in their best state.

Rosalind lay down on the bed in a relaxed manner. She is not really a hard-working wizard—Mrs. Shen has written back to her, Arthur Weasley is no longer in danger, Harry and the others are also in Grimaud Square 12 spends Christmas with Sirius.Mollie and him are no longer "needle point of view", generally speaking, it is a holiday that can let her breathe.

"Are you going back to Digory's house tonight?" The girl raised her arms to support her back, and her neckline was slightly opened because of this movement.

Cedric leaned against the desk and glanced at her half-exposed collarbone, the thin chain embellished with diamonds shone brightly: "Well, father, he said some time ago that he would take me to the Ministry of Magic to follow him some time this holiday. Practice a little bit. There are not many things to deal with tomorrow, so he wants to take me to get familiar with it."

"Oh~ okay then." Rosalind curled her lips, and then asked again: "Will you miss me?"

"Yes—" the boy's brown-blond hair was filled with warm sunshine, "As long as you are not by my side, I will miss you very much."

He was telling the truth, regardless of whether this longing, like a cream cake with too much sugar, came from surging love or a habit developed over the past ten years, but he would really miss Rosalind and miss her. tight.

Today is a sunny day, the fine snow has melted, the coldness is blocked outside, and the silvery white is gradually fading, revealing the thick or light green and withered yellow underneath.

It wasn't just the snow cover that was fading.

The woolen coat has been taken off and placed on the back of the chair. Cedric's slender fingers passed through the girl's loose long hair, caressed her slightly thin back from bottom to top, half buttoned her neck, and the necklace was released Tangle with ink.

It seems like a long, long time since the heart-pounding entanglement of lips and tongues last time—they didn’t get too tired of crookedness in school, and the most entanglement was nothing more than fingers, and even hugging was just accompanied by morning and evening every day, the two little ones Badger is quietly counting the years with gentle kisses and whispered love words.

Rosalind straddled him, with her arms softly wrapped around his neck, but some things would change, for example, when her soft lips slipped over the boy's Adam's apple with a few strands of moisture, the next time Within seconds, she felt that something had pinched her, maybe it was his belt, and the girl didn't have the heart to think about it from a deeper angle at the moment—he wrapped her waist around her waist, and kept her from being distracted with kisses accompanied by biting.

But Rosalind was still distracted: a sorrel owl tapped the window "tuck-dock", hooking an arc through the crack enough to fly into the house.

Raising her eyes to catch a glimpse of the delivery bird resting on her feet, Rosalind had no choice but to get out of bed and open the envelope first.

It was Luna who sent it to her, saying that it was very urgent to find her.

"You want to go out? Now?" Cedric wrapped his arms around her from behind, and his slender fingers tightly locked the girl's wrist bones: "What urgent matter must go now..." His hot breath was burning The nape of Rosalind's neck, she felt hotter.

"Luna said she was looking for something urgent—" Rosalind was still holding the letter in her hand, "Look."

The young man didn't accept the letter, he gritted his molars wordlessly, and said half forcefully and half coaxingly, "Do you have to go now? I need you too—Mrs. Diggory."

Rosalind only felt a burst of heat passing through her jawbone, and she felt that her legs were a little soft from the sticky heat: "Soon, I'll be back soon... in case Nana finds me really What's the hurry? You know, she lives nearby, not too far from here."

"Nana?" The vinegar jar in the boy's chest was quietly lifted from the mud seal. Although it was not the first time he had heard her call that crazy girl that way, but at this time, he didn't want to hear her say something other than him. Anyone's name, let alone such a nickname.

"Didn't you always agree with me before?" After a long time without getting an understanding response from the people behind her, the girl opened her lips and said, "I know you are the most understanding, right?"

A word to awaken the dreamer.

Who can blame this?

Blame her for being too kind or blame her for being incomprehensible at the moment?

both are not.

Cedric only hated himself for being too considerate and magnanimous in front of her.

The good man just coaxed the beautiful canary into his palm, but she wanted to leave with wings because of a letter from an outsider.

The only thing he could console himself with was the fact that it was Luna Lovegood who wrote her—not the blond Malfoy, nor the dark-haired, blue-eyed messiah.

Rosalind felt a little pain from being held by him, mainly because she could feel the warmth from the people behind her and the enthusiasm that was eager to flourish.

Her own clothes are still a little messy...

Turning the crutch back with her elbow, it became more and more obvious that the girl wanted to break free.

"Then come back quickly... If there is any accident, contact me in time, huh?" He finally compromised, so that he would not ruin the impression he had left on her for more than ten years because of such a incident.

The girl hummed and was reluctantly released. She went to the table and pulled the neckline again to cover some imaginative traces. She turned her head and looked at herself in the mirror.

His face was still burning, like an overturned rouge box.Cedric's eyes were downcast, and she couldn't see the emotion in his eyes.Pursing her red and swollen lips, she picked up her jacket and glanced at her silent fiancé, she didn't know whether to comfort or coax her: "I'll be back soon."

Inside the usual tenderness shown in front of others, there is politeness and slight alienation towards others, as well as a cleverly disguised possessiveness towards her.

……

Opening his eyes again, his heavy breathing quietly echoed in the quiet bathroom, and it took a long while before he calmed down.

After tidying everything up with a cleansing spell, Cedric walked back into the living room, but did not enter her room again.

Before he could sit still, Rosalind came back from the fireplace carrying a small cloth bag.

Cold drops trickled from the tips of his brown-blond hair, sinking deep into the half-wet shirt.

Rosalind looked at his still red eyes, and suddenly smiled.

Cedric raised his eyebrows in a rare silence, and the shirt buttons around his neck were still two last buttons away from being fully fastened.

She seems to know what happened, he thought quietly for a moment.

Everything he said had a taste of trying to cover up, so he simply kept silent.

The next moment, I saw his rose slightly sticking out the tip of her tongue against her red lips, and glanced him up and down.

In the end, the eyes full of smiles were full of jokes, and he stared impartially at his somewhat dark eyes:

"Are you—were you thinking about me?"

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