When Rosalie was a little girl, she and her father, Laurent, would go out to lakes and go fishing. Which was quite muggle of them. But it was some of the best times she’d have with him, so it was no shock that when she missed him, or when she just needed to breath, she’d come to the Black Lake and just sit there for a while, thinking over her life and what she’d do in the future.

It was a peaceful afternoon; the water was almost completely still, and unlike most days the trees were not dancing in the wind. Even though it was September it was an exceptionally warm afternoon, she loved it. Instead of wearing her normal, usual, weekend muggle attire, she was in some clothes she’d bought at a local wizarding store, and she rather liked them.

Rose had only been sitting at the lake, facing the water, with her eyes closed; for only five minutes when she heard someone approaching. When she turned to look and find out who it was she noticed it was Gryffindor girl, from what she remembered, but she didn’t know exactly what her name was. So instead of taking a random guess at what it could possibly be, she smiled.

Rosalie stood up from the ground and brushed herself off. “Sorry, am I in your spot? I’m Rosalie, and you are?” She asked, hoping that she didn’t sound… she didn’t even know how to describe it, snooty? Rude? Something, she didn’t know. She smiled at the girl once more and held out her hand to shake with hers, professional meeting – lame, but extremely efficient. Well, that’s what her father had always told her – introduce yourself to people like you would to anyone profession, for it’ll get you through the pleasantries quickly and then you can decide whether or not you’d like to spend time with them.