i used to call you my own, my dear

[CAESAR ERIC MONTAGUE]

tag: ROSALIE POSEY HARPER  note: i miss them so much!  credit: text made by arro @ caution Despite what he had told Gisella in his letter – that he would not come home for Christmas, everything was in the right place, according to plans. The wedding shoot would take place a week before Christmas. Eric and Katherine Montague would make sure every single microscopic little things would go as plan. That morning of December, Caesar Montague was told to go and pick up his bride at her home and take her to the studio where a nice and perfect wedding album would be made. The adults would be there first to have a cup of tea and have a chat about the grand wedding.  He chose to walk to Rosalie's home though his parents had suggested Apparition or Floo Network. Their homes were not that far away from each other anyway; as a child, he used to race back and forth between the two places with her. After every race, the two children were usually grounded and separated for at least two weeks because the mothers felt very uneasy about their children running wild so improperly and not behaving like the little lady and gentleman that they were. They were educated to know their families' pride and who they were, and so they would behave accordingly. Caesar could be a little gentleman in front of other girls from other pureblood families, but not Rosalie Harper – the girl who knew him too well. As long as they were together, nothing else would matter. No complaints from the adults would stop them from running wild to the hills on sunny days and lying next to each other until the sun went down. He still remembered so well the day he showed signs of magic. Late at night that day, he snuck into her room through the window with a rose bud in his pocket, woke her up to let her see the bud blossom in his hand. Both of them ended up falling as sleep next to each other on the floor after a few more magic tricks, which caused Mrs. Harper to scream in horror the next morning when she entered her daughter's room. It was improper, she would told both of them before dragging the young boy outside by the ear.  It never occurred to him why the woman let him maintain his friendship with her daughter when she kept complaining that there was always something improper going on so long as they were together. Not until spring 2023, when both of them stopped running wild and started to behave. It should be a blessing – marrying your best friend. He should have felt lucky that his lifetime partner would be someone who knew him too well, even better than he knew himself. Caesar used to be sure that he would make a good husband to Rosalie. He would be home early with flowers and kisses for her. People would look up to them. They would be the role models for people at their age. They would be husband and wife of the year, perhaps. Their children would be beautiful and well-educated. They would die in wealth and luxury. According to plan.  But things started to get off track a bit now. Rosalie's heart belonged to someone else. Ironically, that someone else turned out his best friend. He blamed her for a good while, until he found himself kissing another girl for an unknown reason he was still working on figuring out. Every single tiny microscopic little thing was going wrong.  All the same, it felt right. Caesar had not expected himself to feel that way but he did, despite his denial.  But since when did how he felt or how Rosalie felt matter? Feelings were not concerned in the plan; therefore, they should be left aside. Rosalie Harper and Caesar Montague were not in the position to act on feelings.  His thoughts seemed to have shortened the way to the Harper's household. The charming mansion soon appeared before his eyes. Caesar hesitated a bit when he was about to ring the doorbell. He knew too well what would happen if he rung the bell. One of the house-elves would show up to open the gate and lead his way. He would greet Mr. and Mrs. Harper politely then asked to see his bride-to-be. Rosalie would come down the stairs with a delightful smile on her face. The parents would excuse themselves to take off first to give the youngsters some 'privacy'. They would greet each other awkwardly before quietly leave the house for the wedding shoot.  After a couple of minutes deciding what to do, Caesar turned away from the gate, making his way round the house until he saw the familiar window. His gaze fell upon the suit he was wearing, and soon he ignored the whole idea of climbing over the fence being improper. The big and heavy body of an eighteen-year-old man caused more trouble than the tiny and scrawny one of an eight-year-old boy. But he made it over the fence eventually. He gazed the tree next to her window for a while and then made up his mind that he would climb it and made a swing into her balcony. The plan was too perfect but the procedure was not quite so. His heart thudding so loud that he was afraid anyone behind those windows would hear him. The swing was quickly conducted.  Caesar let out a breath he did not realized he was holding when he was pretty sure he had landed in the balcony, on his back. The boy rose to his feet, trying to hold back some mourning as he felt his back aching terribly. His frozen hand tapped on the glass windows to capture Rosalie's notice.

[ROSALIE POSEY HARPER]

'Cause all of me loves all of you you're my end and my beginning

The very first thing that Rosalie did that morning when she woke up was stretch. For those first couple of moments, she was happy. She didn’t remember what she had dreamed about very well, but she remembered being very content. The next moment she fell right back into her pillow and dragged a pillow onto her face. When she was younger, she’d scream into the pillow. Mostly because that always made her feel better about whatever it had been that had made her feel bad to begin with. She didn’t want to think about what her face looked like. All she remembered was the argument that she had had with her mother the night beforehand. “It’s my wedding, Mother! It’s not your wedding. I want to get to make some of the decisions, yeah? Who I want to be my bridesmaids and maid of honor is up to me!” She had half a mind asking Rose to be her Maid of Honor just to spite her mother, but she felt as if that wouldn’t be particularly fair to Caesar. That’d be asking him to automatically chose Scorpius to be his Best Man instead of letting him pick someone like Ajax. This was all very complicated and stupid. So very stupid that, when Rosey did eventually roll out of her bed, it was mostly because she knew she had to get ready. She wasn’t entirely sure when Caesar was supposed to show up to take her to go get her wedding dress fitted. She just knew that her Mother, after the argument they had last night, wasn’t going to tell her. And, she had been driving Edward absolutely mad, so it wasn’t likely that her brother was going to tell her anything, either; the git. She knew better than to ask Marius or Sarah. As far as her youngest siblings were concerned, she had already embarrassed their family enough. She wasn’t sure where her parents had heard about her relationship with Lorcan, but that had been all they had spoken about since the moment she had gotten home. She said spoken, but what she had really meant was argued. She had been pretty confined to her room. The only people she had been able to speak to had been Edward and Thalia. She hadn’t even had the change to write Caesar because her mother insisted on reading everything she wrote in case she decided to write Lorcan. She grunted and dressed herself in relatively nice sweats. Rosalie didn’t very much care about what she was wearing at the moment. At least she knew that Caesar would come in using the Floo network or knock on the door. Then, a house elf would tell her that he was here. She could proceed to beg for her, or him, to tell Caesar that she would be down in just a moment and change then. For now, she felt relatively safe in her room. It wasn’t safe outside, so she couldn’t see why she’d go out there. Besides, she needed to compose a letter to Rose as well as Nina and Gisella. That Thalia and Andrea were going to be among her bridesmaids, and probably her Maid of Honor, was a given. But, she needed to find three more and she hadn’t gotten around to telling them. She figured that Rose probably knew about it, what with Scorpius. But, Rosey hadn’t been able to come out and tell Nina and Sel about it. How could she? It wasn’t as if she could simply blurt out, “Oh, hey guys! So, I have interesting news. No, I’m not pregnant. No, see, you know how I’ve been dating Lorcan Scamander? Well, on the last day of school we’re going to have to break up and never see each other again even if we still love each other. Why? Because I’m getting married. To who? You know him, don’t you? He’s the guy who’s been sitting in on all of our Potion’s lessons as an intern. Come on, you both know my childhood best friend, don’t you?” As if she could make herself say that to them. She couldn’t even manage to write that down without wanting to have an anxiety attack. The only thing she could think to do was change into clothes her mother would let her out of the house in. She missed the days where she was able to run around in the grass, or even sneak out of her home and risk getting grounded just so she could run amuck with Caesar. Nowadays, she was still surprised that the two of them were on speaking terms. She had assumed that he was still angry at her. That was why it was like a breath of fresh air when she was with Lorcan. She never had to worry about whether or not he liked her or he was angry with her. The great thing about her Ravenclaw was that he tended to wear his heart on his sleeves. Or, perhaps, she knew him too well. But, Rosalie also knew Caesar like the back of her hand. This wasn’t supposed to be difficult, and she hated the fact that it was. She groaned in frustration and threw down the white top she’d been about to put on. White. As if she wasn’t going to be wearing enough white as it was, she wanted to wear a white top! She’d been heading back to her closest when she heard a tap. “I’m busy! Can’t you leave me alone!” She said angrily before realizing that that sort of tap couldn’t possibly be coming from the door. In fact, she had heard that type of tapping before. Slowly, she turned her head towards the window. Once she saw who was on the other side, she withheld a scream and dived behind her bed, pulling the white button-up back towards her and buttoning the buttons as fast as she could. After giving herself a moment to stop trembling, and to let the blood leave her face, she popped back up and rushed towards the window, undoing the lock and raising an eyebrow as if she were composed instead of feeling the opposite. “Are you going back to sneaking through my window, Caesar?” tagged: CAESAR ERIC MONTAGUE words: 1043 outfit: eventual dress, notes: i'm so sorry.

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