FICATHON: Falling (Anthony Goldstein/Rose Weasley)
Title: Falling
Pairing: Anthony Goldstein/Rose Weasley (one-sided)
Rating: G
Word Count: 810
Summary: Rose has a very important question for her Astronomy Professor.
Author's Notes: This is such a great pairing to work with! I might write more to this story. =)
"Rose?" Albus looked like a ghost in the moonlight, his skin pale and his robes billowing in the wind. "Aren't you coming?"
Rose fumbled with the clasp of her bag, trying and failing to shove her textbooks inside in a graceful manner. Huffing in frustration, she looked up at her cousin and prayed it was too dark for him to see her face flushing. "Oh, no, I need to, um, I left my telescope," she babbled, gesturing uselessly towards the edge of the castle, where her telescope did indeed lie, propped up against the stone.
Al raised an eyebrow curiously and shrugged. "I'm waiting."
"Oh, no, please, just, just go, Al. I'll explain later, really, just go on ahead." She was running out of time; she could barely breathe.
Albus frowned at her and scratched the side of his head. "All right, if you're sure." He half-turned and looked back at her, still hesitating.
"Just go!" Rose hissed, waving her arms frantically. Turning away, she made to retrieve her scope and walked straight into her professor, bashing into his middle and squashing her nose. "Oh, Merlin," she gasped, overcome with the desperate urge to throw herself from the tower.
"Miss Weasley, are you all right?" Professor Goldstein placed his large, warm hands upon Rose's shoulders and pushed her gently away from him. "You have got to watch where you're going, especially way up here. No accidents allowed on my watch." He smiled and winked at her, and Rose's innards liquefied.
"Oh, Professor, I'm so sorry," she said breathlessly, brushing her long auburn curls out of her face. Her skin felt like it was on fire. "It's just my telescope; I left it."
"I know." Releasing her shoulders, Professor Goldstein picked up Rose's silver scope and held it out to her. "I was just bringing it to you."
"Thank you." Rose accepted the telescope and hugged it tightly to her chest, lowering her eyes. Somehow it had gone better than this in her head.
"Well, off to your dormitory," said the Professor, giving her that wonderful smile again. "It's getting late; I'd hate to see you lose points for being out and about after hours. Not Rose Weasley; she's much too good a student to lose her house anything."
Rose hadn't thought her face could get any redder; cursing her Weasley genes, she forced herself to look up into Professor Goldstein's face, his warm eyes and that gorgeous smile. "Professor, may I, er, ask you something?"
"Of course, Rose; anything for my favorite student." He stared expectantly, as though waiting for an answer in the middle of class. She almost began reciting planetary orbits.
"Well, sir, I just thought that maybe, we could, I mean, I'm incredibly fascinated by Astronomy, and, I wanted to know if I could, or if you would, you know, give me some extra lessons, if you have the time." There. She'd said it. She felt ridiculous.
Professor Goldstein just kept staring at her, staring so curiously that Rose felt her face would melt off and she would be reduced to a hideous skeleton girl crumbling at his feet. Finally, just as she was resolving herself to leaping from the tower after all, her Professor cleared his throat and began to speak. "Miss Weasley, I know you are a stellar Astronomy student," and he couldn't help but grin at the pun, "but I just can't see myself giving anybody private lessons. I mean, that's really the sort of thing for struggling students, you understand? I can recommend some excellent books from the library, though, if you wish." There was pity in his gaze; he knew, he could read her soul, and Rose felt like she was falling.
"Of course, sir, I understand." She forced a smile, like that would make things okay, like she could just forget her feelings if only she smiled long enough. "I'd love your recommendations."
"Splendid," said her Professor, and he grinned broadly, gently ushering Rose towards the staircase. "Off to bed with you, and I will bring you a list of books in our next class. Is that all right? After you've read them, I'd be happy to hear your thoughts on the subject matter some afternoon, if you'd like to drop by my office."
Her heart leapt; another chance, perhaps, and if she could only manage to impress him with her scholarly interest in Astronomy, maybe the next time their eyes met there would be no pity. Rose laughed, straightening her posture, clutching her telescope as she made her way down the stairs and back into the castle. "That would be lovely, sir, really. I look forward to it."
"You have a good night, Miss Weasley." His voice soothed her worries, and Rose grinned all the way back to her dormitory, knowing that she would have very sweet dreams that night.
Pairing: Anthony Goldstein/Rose Weasley (one-sided)
Rating: G
Word Count: 810
Summary: Rose has a very important question for her Astronomy Professor.
Author's Notes: This is such a great pairing to work with! I might write more to this story. =)
"Rose?" Albus looked like a ghost in the moonlight, his skin pale and his robes billowing in the wind. "Aren't you coming?"
Rose fumbled with the clasp of her bag, trying and failing to shove her textbooks inside in a graceful manner. Huffing in frustration, she looked up at her cousin and prayed it was too dark for him to see her face flushing. "Oh, no, I need to, um, I left my telescope," she babbled, gesturing uselessly towards the edge of the castle, where her telescope did indeed lie, propped up against the stone.
Al raised an eyebrow curiously and shrugged. "I'm waiting."
"Oh, no, please, just, just go, Al. I'll explain later, really, just go on ahead." She was running out of time; she could barely breathe.
Albus frowned at her and scratched the side of his head. "All right, if you're sure." He half-turned and looked back at her, still hesitating.
"Just go!" Rose hissed, waving her arms frantically. Turning away, she made to retrieve her scope and walked straight into her professor, bashing into his middle and squashing her nose. "Oh, Merlin," she gasped, overcome with the desperate urge to throw herself from the tower.
"Miss Weasley, are you all right?" Professor Goldstein placed his large, warm hands upon Rose's shoulders and pushed her gently away from him. "You have got to watch where you're going, especially way up here. No accidents allowed on my watch." He smiled and winked at her, and Rose's innards liquefied.
"Oh, Professor, I'm so sorry," she said breathlessly, brushing her long auburn curls out of her face. Her skin felt like it was on fire. "It's just my telescope; I left it."
"I know." Releasing her shoulders, Professor Goldstein picked up Rose's silver scope and held it out to her. "I was just bringing it to you."
"Thank you." Rose accepted the telescope and hugged it tightly to her chest, lowering her eyes. Somehow it had gone better than this in her head.
"Well, off to your dormitory," said the Professor, giving her that wonderful smile again. "It's getting late; I'd hate to see you lose points for being out and about after hours. Not Rose Weasley; she's much too good a student to lose her house anything."
Rose hadn't thought her face could get any redder; cursing her Weasley genes, she forced herself to look up into Professor Goldstein's face, his warm eyes and that gorgeous smile. "Professor, may I, er, ask you something?"
"Of course, Rose; anything for my favorite student." He stared expectantly, as though waiting for an answer in the middle of class. She almost began reciting planetary orbits.
"Well, sir, I just thought that maybe, we could, I mean, I'm incredibly fascinated by Astronomy, and, I wanted to know if I could, or if you would, you know, give me some extra lessons, if you have the time." There. She'd said it. She felt ridiculous.
Professor Goldstein just kept staring at her, staring so curiously that Rose felt her face would melt off and she would be reduced to a hideous skeleton girl crumbling at his feet. Finally, just as she was resolving herself to leaping from the tower after all, her Professor cleared his throat and began to speak. "Miss Weasley, I know you are a stellar Astronomy student," and he couldn't help but grin at the pun, "but I just can't see myself giving anybody private lessons. I mean, that's really the sort of thing for struggling students, you understand? I can recommend some excellent books from the library, though, if you wish." There was pity in his gaze; he knew, he could read her soul, and Rose felt like she was falling.
"Of course, sir, I understand." She forced a smile, like that would make things okay, like she could just forget her feelings if only she smiled long enough. "I'd love your recommendations."
"Splendid," said her Professor, and he grinned broadly, gently ushering Rose towards the staircase. "Off to bed with you, and I will bring you a list of books in our next class. Is that all right? After you've read them, I'd be happy to hear your thoughts on the subject matter some afternoon, if you'd like to drop by my office."
Her heart leapt; another chance, perhaps, and if she could only manage to impress him with her scholarly interest in Astronomy, maybe the next time their eyes met there would be no pity. Rose laughed, straightening her posture, clutching her telescope as she made her way down the stairs and back into the castle. "That would be lovely, sir, really. I look forward to it."
"You have a good night, Miss Weasley." His voice soothed her worries, and Rose grinned all the way back to her dormitory, knowing that she would have very sweet dreams that night.