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#and like clearly it's preshippy because like... I'm me
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hogwarts au? hogwarts au. tell me about rose (and the doctor? and charley?) at hogwarts!
Oh Abbey, bless you for just sending me asks based on the nonsense I’m already spewing at you. Here have 300 words of nonsense. --
“So, what do they say?” 
“The tea leaves?”
“No, the apples I’m about to throw at your head.”  Rose rolled her eyes from her perch in the apple tree behind Hagrid’s hut. They’d been coming down here to study since first year, when she’d been so desperately behind in History of Magic and needed a distraction to keep herself focused.
“Well, I suspect they’ll say something on the order of ‘What a bonehead.’“ 
Charley snorted from where she was sprawled to his left, a wide berth left between them, her Ancient Runes text spread open on the ground in front of her. “Don’t throw the apples. You promised whatever you picked to Hagrid earlier.”
Rose sighed and looked at her little basket. She doubted it would be enough for much cider, but she did promise the groundskeeper the apples. “Oh alright. Anyway, what did the tea leaves say, Mr. Divination Expert.”
“Based on the color, shape and texture of what’s left behind? You had a horrid cup of tea.”
“Thanks. Care to share anything I didn’t know?” Rose said, turning back to the apples in the branches of the tree
“I preferred it when you were calling me Doctor.”
“We knew that too,” Charley said, her tone betraying an edge of amusement. “Anyway, why are you asking him to read the tea leaves, it’s your homework.”
Rose tossed an apple petulantly into the basket against the trunk of the tree. “It’s stupid. They all mean things but there’s no way to know for sure.”
“It’s a matter of probability. Like Arithmancy, only with tea.” 
“Don’t even start with your comparison of Arithmancy and Divination. They’re in no way alike.” 
She heard the responsive gasp, and couldn’t help giggling to herself as the familiar argument started up below her. Maybe today was a wash for studying, but that was okay, she was happy to sit in her tree, fall wind gentle around her and listen to her best friends argue about their classes. They’d only had these new classes for a month, and already this was a common argument. Rose was just glad she’d not even attempted Runes or Arithmancy. Her head spun every time she saw Charley’s assignments. But that was okay. Rose knew she’d never be particularly good at Divination, or History, or probably even Transfiguration. But she still wouldn’t trade magic for anything.
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