"Come on. Hurry up!" the cold voice called to her again. Rossetta stumbled in her high heels and cursed them quietly. She didn't even know where they were going. One second she was on her way to the orphanage, the next she's being hauled away by someone who claims he's her uncle. Of course she could se that they could be related. She had the same eyes. To a degree. His were cold, her's was.. Well, she didn't know, but not cold. Nervous and shy maybe? And her skin tone was the same, except a bit healthier than his.
She felt a forceful tug on her arm and yelped loudly. A black cloth smacked in her face before she saw straight into a big wood door. "Where are we?" she asked curiously, but she got no answer other than being pushed inside the door. She shrieked in surprise and stumbled a few meters before she ran into a wall. And through it. Right into a room filled with chattering people. The silence was deafening.
Rossetta smiled awkwardly at the glances she got. A tall man with curly hair looked at her in suspicious interest, while the others just gaped at her.
"I guess going through the wall was a bad idea..?" she asked herself, glancing over her shoulder at the man escorting her.
Severus Snape, also her self-proclaimed uncle, though he looks like he does not like it at all, sneered at her. "Of course, you fool!" he said in his annoyed, cold voice.
Rosetta flinched. "Sorry uncle.." she muttered while looking down in the ground. As long as she kept her eyes on her Mary Janes, she would be fine.
There was many gasps from those who heard her. And the man with curly hair rose form the table. "Is this your niece, Sniv'?" he asked incredously.
'Sniv' made a little choking sound in the back of his throat before saying a very toxic 'yes'.
A man with red hair and kind eyes smiled at Rossetta, making her blush at the attention.
"Mind you, Black, that she is your niece too." Severus said silkily, almost smirking at the raction he got.
The Black-person had just taken a sip of his drink, but now it was sprayed all over the table in front of him. "WHAT?!" he shrieked shocked, wide eyes.
Rossetta made a startled sound and glimmered away with a strange cry.
Another spray, but from the red haired one this time. "She dissapeared!"
Severus sighed and went over to the wall behind him. He knocked gently on the wall. A mass of black curls came out, attached to a round, scared face.
"This," Severus announced, pointing at the girl coming out of the wall again, "is Rossetta Chirstiane Black. Daughter of deceased Ulrick Palmarius Black and.. My sister, Elisabeth."
"Elisabeth?! No, that would mean that she-" a thin man with a tired look exclaimed, not finishing his sentence. He looked almost shameful when he took a sip of his drink.
Rossetta shot him a look. Did he know? Did everyone know?
Severus didn't answer the unspoken question of the others, he just glanced at the feeble girl in the corner.
"Ulrick? Huh, so he was busy with something then.." Sirius murmured amused.
Severus growled something, before beckoning the girl closer. She did so, looking very red. "She can be of help for us." he said, shooting a meaningful look at everyone. "What you have seen is only a glimpse of her powers.". The last statement sounded almost proud.
Rossetta let her bangs fall infront of her face, covering it for curious glances.
"Walk through walls, dissapear into walls.. Can she turn into a wall?" asked a girl with pink hair jokingly.
"I-I can turn into anything you'd like." said a soft voice, before hurridly adding 'miss' to her sentence.
A man with a strange eye came halting/marching up to the girl, making her step back furiously. He leaned into her face suspiciously and said: "Show us!".
She gasped and backed up into the wall, before she breathed in deeply and changed into the man infront of her.
The man jumped back in shock. "In a second, perfect imitation." he muttered under his breath.
"I-I'm actually you." he heard his own voice reply, though it was stuttering and shaking a little. His posture was strange too.
"Marvelous." someone whispered.
Rossetta turned back into herself, clutching her hands in front of herself tightly. She looked down at herself, seeing she didn't fit in at all. Black Mary Janes, long white stockings, a black pleated skirt and a Black Sabbath T-shirt. Not to mention the chains.
The pink haired girl smiled and walked over to her. "Well, I am Tonks! Nice to meet you, Rosy!" she said with a big grin.
Rossetta smiled shyly and shook her hand. "The same." she said a little more confidently. "I-I'm a little shy around new people." she admitted with a downcast look on her face.
Tonks smiled, "I'm a huge klutz!" she countered.
Rossetta just blinked before she giggled a little.
After that all the others came to shake hands. A woman with red hair even hugged her talking about how cold she looked in so little clothes.
"A-ah! I'm warm-blooded, don't worry about it." she managed to squeak out, while she was being crushed by Mrs. Weasley.
A minute later she was stumbling up stairs, being dragged by the babbling female, supposedly to meet her children. It was a group of five that met them in a hallway. Four had red hair and one had curly brown.
"This is Rossetta Black! This is George, Fred, Ginny, Ron and Hermione!" she said excitedly, ignoring the whispering that the teens did. "Be nice." she added sternly before flashing a last smile at Rossetta and dissapearing.
"Hi." Rossetta said softly, blushing at the stares.
The two twins took action immediatly and pulled her to a room. Rosetta didn't like their grins at all.
"Fred, George!" the brown haired girl yelled in a outraged tone. "Let go of her!"
The twins let go, and shifted their postions before wrapping their arms over Rossetta's shoulders. "Hermione, we're just having some fun! Look how cute she is!" one of them said with a smile.
Hermione shook her head in exasperation, but smiled. "Just leave her alone!" she said and walked into the room the twins were in.
Rossetta blushed at the comment. She was cute? No, he must be joking..
"Umm.. Can you let go of me, please?" Rossetta whispered with big eyes. That didn't help at all.
"Aww!" they exclaimed at the same time and hugged her from each side.
Hermione could almost not see her face because it matched the twins hair perfectly. She bit back a laugh and pulled the guys off her. "Nitwits! Can't you see your making the poor girl uncomfortable?" she scolded.
Ron was suffocating from lack of breath. "Seriously, Hermione.. *breath* You can't help her now! Once they have set their love on something or someone, they don't let go..!" he said and looked almost apologizing to Rossetta.
Rossetta gasped and hid behind Hermione. The twins just laughed at her and stared at the black curls that showed behind Hermione's wavy brown.
"What room will you be sleeping in?" Hermione asked curiously over her shoulder.
Rossetta blinked against the soft cotton shirt Hermione wore. "I have no idea. N-noone told me." she muttered sadly.
Fred, or George jumped suddenly forward and announced something that made Rossetta freeze in shock, and horror: "I volounter my bed for the beautiful Rose!".
Ron was sent laughing again, while Hermione blushed and started yelling at him for being so indecent.
The other twin looked at him angrily. "YOUR bed? No, how about mine!" he said, pushing his brother away.
Rossetta blushed heavily. It wasn't even a suggestion!
Hermione groaned at the glaring twins. "She'll be sleeping in mine and Ginny's room!".
Ron dried his tears, chuckling while the twins looked very depressed. "We'll get her somehow, just you wait!" George(or was it Fred?) said confidently while the other twin nodded.
Hermione sighed and dragged the eeping girl out of the room before the twins could get their hands on her again. She slammed the door shut behind herself and leaned up against it. "Nice to have another girl around." she muttered to herself, eyeing the door warily.
Rossetta stared down at the old rug. She couldn't even imagine how she would handle living here. "H-Hermione?" she asked shyly, with a worried edge to her voice.
"Yes?" Hermione said curiously, looking at the punkish clothes that didn't match the girl's personality at all.
"T-they weren't serious were they?" Rossetta whispered with big, stricken eyes.
Hermione drew back on the bed in shock. "Don't worry about them!" she reassured her, waving her hand in the air. "They just like you, that's all!" she said with a smile.
Rossetta bit her lower lip in deep thought. "Why is that? I-I'm not interesting at all.." she mumbled, twiddling a strand of glossy black hair.
"Yes you are! You are so pretty, and so shy and sweet! And your clothes are so.. so.. Daring!" Hermione rambled animatedly.
Rossetta blushed and stared down at her clothes. "Are they? Someone gave it to me, but I really like the music.." she muttered again, letting her hair fall down infront of her eyes.
Hermione's eyes were big. "You like Black Sabbath?! With that Osbourne-person screaming? Have you heard what they do? Black magic, skulls in their bedroom and giant drinking parties!" Hermione listed off, shuddering all the while.
Rossetta smiled shyly, "Yeah, they are extraordinary, aren't they..?" she whispered, looking up with luminous eyes. "The sound of metal really makes you feel alive!" she said louder, a blush creeping into her cheeks. The gawking the bushy haired one did made her look down again.
"Wow. You didn't even stutter." Hermione exclaimed with a smile. "Metal, huh? You have some records with you?" she asked in a hopeful voice.
Rossetta gave her a crooked smile and pulled a little purse out from behind her. It was just an ordinary black one. She pulled the zipper and emptied the whole content on the floor. Atleast 30 CD's laid on the floor.
Hermione picked up on and read aloud: "'Slayer', 'Alice Cooper', 'Kiss', 'Mötley Crüe', 'AC/DC', 'Judas Priest', 'Black Sabbath', 'Deep Purple'.." she gave Rossetta a helpless look. "I thought you were the type to listen to classic music!" she said with a pout.
Rossetta shook her head with a helpless smile. "I think you'll like Alice Cooper.." she said, holding the CD in front of her, looking at her with big, hopeful eyes.
Hermione stared at the cover. The man with black and white paint in his face, ragged black hair and a serpent wrapped around his neck didn't look promising. She looked at the floor and picked a random CD. "Kiss? That sounds innocent enough!" she said with a smile.
Rossetta grabbed it out of her hands and jumped up to her feet. "O-oh, it's very innocent!" she said and turned her back to Hermione so she couldn't see her wide grin.
(Downstairs)
Sirius sighed and looked at the door again. They were late. Maybe something happened?
Arthur made a scene of pouring some tea into his cup. He yawned and rubbed his eyes drowsily. He had stayed late at the office again ("Some bloody pests found a mad squirting spell, and a whole block of muggles were infected by spitting paper! Some poor lads had printed words in ink on their foreheads-")
Sirius had tuned him out when he began to choke his tea cup, thinking of more important matters.
Tonks blew some pink hair out of her eyes when a loud noise rumbled through the walls.
Many jumped out of their chairs with wands ready, looking around cautiously.
"Upstairs!" Mad-Eye said and apparated away, others following. They joined outside a door, the children looking at them in shock.
"What the bloody hell was that?!" one of them whispered, getting a glare or two as answer.
The door smacked open and Hermione fell down on the floor. "Innocent! You said they were innocent!" she gasped and pointed accusingly at Rossetta, who was shaking with silent laughter. "Those lyrics! They were not even a fragment of innocent! 'I was made for loving you'?!!" she said with disbelief in her wide eyes, again.
Rossetta shrugged and blushed again. "S-sorry I couldn't help myself.. Metal isn't innocent, most rock isn't either, Hermione. But they are all very, very good!" she said with a cute smile.
Sirius shook his head and smiled. "Someone is feeling at home?" he said in a sarcastic voice, raising his eyebrows.
Rossetta blushed harder. She bit her lower lip and peeked at Hermione, apologize in her eyes.
Hermione sighed and smiled at her. "Your worse than the twins.." she muttered and got off the ground.
She joined the dark haired girl on the floor again, and looked at the music player warily.
Rossetta grinned and picked up another CD. "R-ready for some Alice Cooper, Hermione?" she asked shyly, eyes sparkling with mischief.
"ABSELUTELY NOT!"