Disclaimer: This story's characters and certain concepts are all owned by J.K. Rowling. There is no money being profited by this story. It is only a fan fiction based on the novel: Harry Potter. No copyright infringement.
Author's note:
Le reasons: I had been fangirling for about a month now after reading so many Rose/Scorpius fan fictions. So…I decided that since I was doing nothing with my life (summer vacation existential crisis) I'd get myself busy. It took me three entire days to write this chapter, which is actually not a lot.
Updates: If I tell you that I'd upload weekly, that'd be too much of a lie because even though I'm in middle school, and things aren't so hard yet; I still have crap to do. I'm bloody human, after all. But, what I can say is that I'd try to keep the 'uploading weekly pace'.
Chapters: I don't know how many chapters there'd be yet, probably between the range of 20-30 but I am quite the procrastinating sort, if I may say so, so it will indeed take quite a while to write all those chapters,but don't worry; I won't abandon any of you, halfway.
For this Chapter: Okay. So this is how it is: The first two or so chapters are Prologues, after these couple of chapters, the story will take place where Rose is in fifth-year. I know there isn't much drama llama in this one but it's just a setting- things -in -place -kind of chapter. But don't worry. There would be more. Drama llama, that is.
Reviews: Like said before: I am bloody human after all…so I wouldn't mind them. Without these, I'd lose half of my inspiration to continue writing this fan fiction, even though it is, indeed, quite fun to write. But, if you happen to hold criticism, I'd welcome it with open arms since I feed off of criticism because I don't have an editor sort of person, so I really need that feedback.
Readers: I'm not the cheesy sort of person, but I really want to say thank you to anybody who's reading this fan fic. A writer grows in love with what they write and I really do love this fan fiction…so give a high five to Mum if you are reading this fan fic because, you, my friend, were born awesome. No seriously. It's in your genes.
Well I guess that's pretty much it…or is it? There'd be a mini author's note in the end of this chapter, so if you want to hear more from me, you can go there once you're done with reading the chapter (spoilers…they're deadly). Sorry if I put you to sleep because of my gigantic author's note. So, now then, I'll be leaving.
Thursday, August 30th, 2017. 15 minutes till I strangle a certain someone, currently sitting at this beloved bed of mine at my bedroom.
In this well cherished life a being is given, it is perfectly understandable when a certain being decides to live life till his fullest before closing his eyes permanently and then finally collapsing upon the thought, "Ah yes. That was indeed very satisfying". It also arrives to be perfectly sane if a being does indeed commit a couple of sinful and wrong actions here and there, without being gazed upon as the next Hitler or Stalin. Yes, Yes. All of that is brilliantly comprehensive, even little annoying brother of mine would be able to understand the direction of these lines. Well, mostly anyway…or more than thirty percent at least.
Even though, Hugo is definitely not the brightest as they come, there has to be some sense inside of him.
At least I hope so.
What I'm trying to say is, that if the point could be somewhat understood by even 9 year old Hugo, then, I'm, clearly, not some retarded woman outside on the streets babbling about life and what not.
Lend some knuts to the poor…Since in life you only get one chance to help the mad!
That kind of deal…which I most definitely am not. The mad part, that is.
Since, I pride myself in a different kind of madness, ahem.
But the fact of the matter is, even people who have been considered one of the darkest wizards or muggles of all time, such as Voldemort himself and Hitler in fact, were yes indeed the 'you-should-just-clearly-rot-in-hell-for-you-are-that-evil' kind of people but they did hold somewhat logic in what they demanded to achieve.
I mean as pure blackness this logic sure resulted to, it still managed to convince hundreds of people at that.
But, Fred Weasley is just another case of nuttiness, isn't he?
Hold the applause; no seriously, I quite appreciate the wild clapping.
Welcome to another episode of Rose clarifying the crystal logic of Fred Weasley:
Er…why did I ever so wickedly place a booger-flavored Bertie Botts bean inside your glass of pumpkin juice when you were writing something on a diary, during breakfast?... which resulted to a choking you in need of a healing spell or even Heimlich maneuver at that. And why do you ask that I didn't use all of these brilliant yet quiet simple methods to save you who were literally on the verge of dying?
I felt like it, that's why.
Muahahahaha. And why did I just release a maniac evil laugh right there, oh because I wanted to do that too.
Got a problem with that?
Okay, maybe he wasn't acting like a wannabe gangster or a villain at that, but he still is a big fat twat.
Even though I most enjoyably tended to ignore his twatish ways, there is only so much a woman can endure in the end.
So here I am, sitting with my legs crossed with this blistering quill in need of a Reparo charm, in my hand, while nearly shooting out glistening turtle green avada kedavra's just from my bloody eyes or perhaps even reeking of steam from my head at that but no…Rose Weasley does have a bit more of a patience level than that…
Or a somewhat level of patience…
Merlin, who am I kidding?!
I have little to no levels of patience.
I could bloody break into a mental stage, where I'd flipping explode the universe if I meet another Fred Weasley.
That impatient.
Hell, I'm so impatient that, I myself wouldn't find it surprising if there were flyers nailed to every tree in the bloody world which read:
Warning: If you happen to encounter a teen aged female, with bright red hair and light blue eyes, who claims to be Rose Weasley; keep children away due to dangerous situations which include: strangling, pulling hair out, and of course her madness which can influence them, most likely, due to their poor weaker immune systems. Adults are also warned.
Bloody Brilliant, I must say.
The person who officially makes the flyer, that is.
In fact, he'd even get an award for his/her honesty because I don't see anyone deliberately telling me how insane I am. They're probably just afraid of my madness, to even say it to me. Probably….that's most likely it.
Merlin. I know how insane I am, that's the only thing that is not you're-not-special-at-all about me.
And the only thing that can change my opinion on how insane I am is:
A. Meeting another Weasley.
B. Meeting another Weasley.
C. Meeting another Weasley.
D. All of the above.
Choice is yours to take.
It is quite tricky, isn't it?
But in the end, I'd go with Option D too if I were you. Seems like the smartest one out of all of them, right?
Makes the most sense, anyway.
Reminder #1 : There are exactly 3 minutes and 42 seconds and counting until the operation is permitted a start. Operation name: Strangle Fred Weasley so that he knows what something bloody blocking your airways feels like…sound familiar Fred? Muahahahaha. Well, that's how fate is...poor Fred. Who is this Rose you so naively consider your cousin, I am your sworn enemy, the black ghost?! Do not trust anyone in this world, but yourself Fred, you naïve little boy. You did indeed live quite a beautiful life…14 years of them too but it has all come this way and it shall be this way.
Reminder # 2: Find shorter Operation names.
Reminder # 3: Find a better title instead of the 'Black Ghost'. Sounds too dark for my taste, doesn't it? Oh well, we'll find better names. For now, preparation for strangling Fred shall commence!
Reminder # 4: Stop writing out such huge reminders, there just reminders not Charms essays, you insane woman! Ugh. I have a gut feeling that I won't be so good in Charms now. Bloody hell.
Thursday, August 30th, 2017, later downstairs on the dinner table, pulling away the urge to be vegetarian.
Time literally flew out the window today, well not literally but you know what I mean. Here I am, at the second last seat on the rectangular dinner table at the left hand side, half-sneering, half- twitching away while watching all the sickening amounts of meat Mum has most mockingly cooked today.
Even after I told her thrice, thrice…that the moment I die would still be a more enjoyable moment than stuffing something like steak down my throat.
Mum finally settled down at her consecutively across seat to Dad's, 'head of the house' chair after serving the table with plates and other cutlery items.
I shot my head directly at Mum's direction, with crossed arms and narrowed eyes at her.
After a short while, Mum finally looked up and embraced my gaze with a fake assuring smile and a lifting of the head. She understood it, all too well and yet she wanted me to eat the very food Satan probably lived off from.
My eyes, then, shifted towards Fred, who sat right across me, piercing the steak with his fork and then slicing it off with his knife before running it down his throat and creepily nodding his head with a wide grin over his face.
Ugh.
Of course, Fred liked it. He was the Satan's number one disciple, remember? How could I be so stupid and forget so?
And any second now my Operation will begin.
Strangling Fred.
Yeah, that operation.
But obviously I'm not, since there's so many people around me…far too many witnesses and-
"-ose. Rose. Rose. ROSE!" My head flung up while I searched for the voice.
Oh.
It was mum. I glanced at her, expecting an explanation as to why Mum had just shouted out my name…well, I knew I was sort of out of it but more like, what did she want now?
"Yes. Mum?" I answered, with lingering doubt in my voice.
Was I in trouble for God knows what?
Trust me.
Mum is bloody bipolar sometimes, one second she smiles and the other you're being yelled at for something utterly useless. At least I think it's utterly useless...I don't understand 'mother logic'.
I swear…the mood swings are just bloody brilliant.
"What are you doing?" she inquired, breathing deeply before I could remember that I had to respond to her.
Oh well, I'm sitting here, eating, breathing, holding this set of fork and knife in both hands, staring at you… Merlin, I'd love it if you were a little more specific than that, Mum.
"What do you mean…err eating dinner…?", I arched an eyebrow at her, not noticing that the entire family was feeding off of this as some sort of mother-daughter entertainment as they gawked at us back and forth. Mum ran through her bushy hair as she looked down at my plate. My glance shifted accordingly, oh Merlin.
This woman could not have begun a flipping mother-daughter entertainment episode because I hadn't eaten any of the steak yet.
How the hell can someone dare suggest me…me of all the people in the damn world, to eat meat? Even considering the thought, runs chills through my spine…imagine if I were to actually swallow that thing; Forget blowing up the universe, I'd do something much worse. And while you all are thinking:
What?
What could possibly be worse than blowing up the entire universe?
Well. That is indeed quite the question. What could possibly be worse than blowing up the entire universe?
IT WOULD BE MY ATTEMPTS IN BLOODY PUKING OUT THE DAMN PIECE OF STEAK AND THEN BLOWING UP THE UNIVERSE.
That, my friend, is worse than blowing up the entire universe alone.
That is what I call, utter tragedy.
In all seriousness, it was like asking the prisoner if he had already requested his execution to be held earlier yet.
Sometimes, I felt like I was the only sane Weasley around here. Well, even I know that's not true since I write out death threats to cousins in my diary and what not but at least I'm getting a learning experience out of it!...
Oh bloody hell.
I can't be optimistic, without sounding retarded.
I returned back to the topic, shaking my head.
"Mum!" I complained before she could sigh and assure me that there would be no way I could possibly attend Hogwarts, if I was unable to take care of my diet and just general health.
Ugh. Why do all mothers have to act like…mothers?!
Merlin.
They're so bloody annoying.
That was utter crap, alright? I was so able to take care of myself…most of the times anyway.
I mean…I wasn't a completely responsible person and I did procrastinate a lot. Err…and I was somewhat a lazy bum on a couch during the vacations, yes, yes all of that was true…but that didn't indicate anything related to how much I could take care of myself… did it?
Stupid Mum and her stupid being all smart all the time.
Hmph.
"Ha. Ha. Mum hates you. I'm her favorite kid!" Hugo claimed from far across the table.
Oh him, I forgot he was even there.
It was Hugo of all people, you can't really blame me.
It was almost always that I tried to avoid him because the last time I 'hung out' with him, I ended up getting yelled at by Mum for supposedly being responsible for Hugo running towards the muggle-born bullies from our elementary school while we were at the park.
That complete idiot (Dear Hugo, you don't run towards the people who'd, in this world with it's share of douches and actual nice people, would kick your arse, but away from them. Does that make sense? Perhaps, a little more slowly: a-w-a-y from them.) And even when I ran after him and attempted to get a hold on him as he punched a bloke twice his size, he continued, struggling against my hold while wafting his arms up and down, trying to punch the bloke once again.
I was really beginning to think that I was saner than I thought I was.
And, that right there is quite the disturbing thought.
I mean, if I need therapy for being insane, imagine the conditions (someone who was more insane than I was) suffering from.
I do pity you, Hugo: quite a lot.
For being more insane, than I am.
I don't know what kind of medical care, you'd be given.
My being was probably vaporizing with anger and I wanted to drag Hugo to the depths of the world and then bloody boil him in my lava, when I noticed that I wasn't the only one annoyed.
The bloke lifted up his fist to get back at Hugo and headed it towards Hugo's face, when it stopped in mid air.
It was quite surprising, really.
His brown hair turned a shade of sky blue, shrieking, he ran away with his mates.
I still got the blame for it, though, even when your all-perfect little brother, Hugo, was indeed the one carrying the fault by getting in the faces of bullies way older than him and starting fights just because he didn't like them.
Doesn't he know the basic law of survival of the fittest? Ugh…Mum.
"You know the pure definition of the word git for me…" I began and paused, "Is someone who brags about rubbish things that not even someone in the right name of Merlin would care about. Someone such as yourself", I retorted, leering intently at him.
Hugo started to complain (naturally) and what not to Mum while I felt inner warmth…ah nothing like snapping at Hugo's stupidity at times.
Oh Merlin.
I am a terrible person, aren't I? Getting comfort after saying something mean to a kid.
Well, I wasn't all grown-up either but at least I was way more mature than Hugo could ever be.
But he did indeed act like a git most of the time and there had to be someone out there who had to just tell him the truth already.
Truth hurts. Such as life. Get on with it, mate.
After a couple of seconds of silence, the conversation yet continued.
"Ah. She eats just fine. Don't get her worried and fed up before she even gets a chance to leave. At least she won't be crying in the girl's lavatory for hours on her first year because she knows how to take care of herself that much ", Dad smirked at Mum and waved his hand back and forth as if to say 'Who bloody cares' before gulping down a glass of firewhisky.
Mum rolled her eyes and snorted at him.
Have I ever mentioned how much I simply adore Dad?
Well, now you know at least.
Because he is bloody awesome: the only one in this family who really takes my side.
I know right…no one takes my side.
Not that I care, really.
Just saying, you know…additional details.
That's all.
Even though, Dad was the more insane and goofy on the parent's side of the story and Mum was more of the mature and sensible lady, they still did make quite the couple.
I mean, looking at them argue was like watching that Muggle television show: Tom and Jerry.
And why, you say, that I know about something like that? Well, I did perhaps buy some advanced books along with the required ones in the Syllabus for first years down at Diagon Ally.
What…don't look at me like that!
I can't help but find out more about Muggles and Potions… Especially, Muggle Studies since they live a completely different lifestyle than, us, wizards do.
Merlin, I'd love it if I could find a Muggle-born friend at Hogwarts and then we can practically talk all about the Muggle ways and all and be soul mates for life and what not…it'd be the best thing ever, Really.
Sorry, I was too busy fan girling all over the place, to notice how utterly disgusting Hugo was with his spitting –food- out –onto- the- plate actions.
I rest my case, as to why he was a git.
Merlin, I wish I was a muggle-born myself, and then I'd be able to practice magic without looking over my shoulder to check if someone from my completely insane family had underhandedly charmed a rat's tail on my behind.
No lie.
That actually happened to me once, and I nearly died of horror when noticing that tail.
I mean, imagine having normal teeth one second and then growing bloody fangs the next.
It'd be flipping torturing, that's what. I'd be scarred for life really, which I am of course because of that tail incident…I kept that tail for hours, okay?
Without even realizing it was even there, everywhere I went, people would happen to bloody explode in laughter.
Of course, I thought they were retarded at first but then I coincidentally happened to turn around and then noticed it.
What was I talking about again…?
Ah yes, Mum and Dad.
Uncle George and Aunt Angelina also entered the 'learn to let go' conversation, while I silently left it.
"Remember how worried we were when Fred was leaving? Oh, we were terrified, right George? Though, Rose's time at Hogwarts would probably turn out a lot better than Fred's, so you guys don't have any worries compared to us" Aunt Angelina said matter-of-factly beside me while Uncle George murmured in agreement as followed.
Fred just gave me a big thumbs-up with a grin on his face from across the table.
He actually agreed with them?
Wow.
They were talking about how bad of a Hogwarts person he was and…he smiles?!
He clearly has no shame.
Like, seriously: none at all.
What was all this talk about 'letting go', anyway, it wasn't like I was going to bloody cut ties with the family and never come back from Hogwarts or something.
Ah, actually now that I think about it…that wouldn't be such a bad idea.
At least, I wouldn't have to witness the hand-me-a-Kleenex act every time the word Hogwarts was mentioned in the family.
Women…why do they have to be so damn dramatic all the time? Thank Merlin; I know how to set my priorities straight.
"Oh, I was meaning to tell you, Angelina", called Mum a few seconds later, after clearing her throat "About the party…I just wanted to thank you for the tips on cooking" Mum grinned wit fully at Aunt Angelina who nodded her head.
Oh yeah…the party. I completely forgot that even existed. Oh well, since I have a ginormous family full of uncles and aunts, and even more uncles and aunts…I happen to have a large set of cousins.
And as you can tell, this stingy group of cousins I happen to have (bloody githeads I tell you, the whole lot of them. Well, of course there is an exception to a few…but in the end all of them are apart from ordinary, either completely have lost their brains or just utter twats) happen to hold at least one person attending Hogwarts for their very first time every year, meaning a first time walking the hallways and seating the many classrooms over there and whatever else lies there. I don't know. Not been there entirely, yet...you know. So, I'm clearly not the person to come for a Hogwarts description.
Since, we're all so used to this, the Weasley Household and the Potter household always happen to manage a gathering in any of the houses of my Aunt/Uncle's or just their very own to celebrate the 'attending Hogwarts' of one. Last year, it was in Uncle Bill's and Aunt Fleur's house and even though I am most definitely not a fan of parties because of several reasonable factors; I must admit, it was slightly pleasing, which in Rose Weasley's book of grading a party is actually quite the surprise.
As my eyes budged across the room while I continued my ever so random thinking, I happened to catch Fred balancing his fork on his nose. How thick could he be…he could poke his eyeballs out?! No matter, he was actually doing quite well at it, perhaps instead of working at the Ministry like Uncle George wants him to; he could turn out a fairly good entertainer.
Ah…Fred. Even though I wanted to crush his head sometimes, he was…he still was a good mate.
There!
I said it.
Yeah, he did blow fireworks up above people's faces and had possibly broken every rule in the book at Hogwarts, but he was actually pretty nice to me compared to the treatment all of my other cousin's received.
I guess, being a twat in love with the art of pranks, he still was pretty attached to all of us…though he never exposed any affectionate behavior.
I rarely saw Fred at our house anymore, though. Since, he was beginning his third year at Hogwarts and only came back during the holidays.
Merlin, as hard as it is for me to say this, but I actually missed his twatiness when he was gone.
Of course, at that time, I was still attending the Muggle Elementary School Mum had requested me to attend since she wanted me to learn the Muggle lifestyle and what not…I did quiet enjoyably attend that school.
I remember how I'd always do my homework or read textbooks in advance, ah how enthusiastic I used to be.
Even when only a couple of months have passed ever since I left that elementary school due to Hogwarts, but still vacation does indeed change you. I could slouch all day in my room and call it a productive day, the point of the matter is, but I do have my books to one side.
Aunt Angelina and Uncle George had actually set out to see us last night to help us out with the party arrangements since it did so happen to be held at our house this year.
Lovely wasn't it...parties? God, I hate them so much.
And then, of course Aunt Angelina, being the brilliant cook she is, helped Mum out and what not while Dad and Uncle George ranted on how strategically advanced the Chudley Canon's were or something of the sort.
Fred, of course, just remained in the guest room the whole day except for breakfast (how could I forget that, I had no oxygen supply for nearly four minutes!)Then he somewhat skipped lunch and is ever so mischievously sitting right across me on the dinner table.
What was that boy even doing in that room with all those loud thumping and banging sounds and what not …? As utterly non shocking news. hearing loud bangs from wherever Fred was, is, I still happened to be interested in what on earth he could've been doing.
Probably just testing out some firecrackers or a new experiment for his newly-founded company of pranks, which was secretly inspired by Uncle George. Sshh, Aunt Angelina would roast Uncle George alive if she found out he was giving Fred prank ideas.
Soon, after dinner was far from over and everyone was just chatting down in the living room, laughing and talking while holding their cups of tea all delightfully; I decided to head back upstairs to my bedroom.
And now here I am, ending up back at the same spot on my bed I sat to start this day off. Sigh. I wonder what Hogwarts is like in reality; I mean every time a cousin or another of mine would visit, they'd always reveal rumors and gossip till their heart's content, while I just sat there. Mum would obviously melt on the floor with the tales told by Victorie about her dates with Teddy and what not, while I just gagged in the background.
Gossip?! Ha.
No thanks. Far too girly to suit the far-not-too-girly me.
I mean, who needed something like dating anyway? It was just utter crap, starting a relationship and then in the end just breaking up, that is. Because, let's be honest here: Only a few people were really successful with their relationships.
So now that I think about it, dying alone with nothing but cats wasn't an entirely bad idea.
And perhaps…also the fact…that I err, maybe had a slight err crush on Teddy when I was around nine years old.
WHAT? THERE'S NOTHING WRONG WITH FANCYING TEDDY LUPIN.
I mean, have you seen the bloke? He's bloody brilliant and beautiful. And for all those of you out there, who are currently puking their hearts out…let me assure you that Teddy and I aren't blood related.
I mean, we treated him like a cousin because his Dad was extremely close to the Weasleys and the Potters and what not, but it wasn't anything like forbidden love where a girl bawls her eyes out while being madly in love with her brother or something.
Does that stuff even exist?! Probably.
At least I didn't view it like that.
Oh Merlin. Oh Merlin. Oh Merlin.
What if everyone else saw it like that, though?
Oh shit.
Oh double bloody shit.
This couldn't be happening to me.
Well, it could… since I have such a bad case of karma (for whatever wrong, God only knows, I did) but…
I can't believe I never thought about it this way until just now.
How could I be so much of a failure?!
Oh right, I forgot; because I am.
ROSE WEASLEY: WHATEVER YOU DO, YOU MUST NEVER AND I REPEAT EVER, EVER, EVER REVEAL YOUR SOMEWHAT FEELINGS FOR TEDDY LUPIN LEFT FROM YOUR CRUSH WHEN YOU WERE 9.
Plus, I only fancied him for the shortest of times before I realized how much older he really was and well…I am quite a bad actress so I wouldn't possibly be able to hold off my feelings before someone could read my utterly transparent face and reveal it to the whole damn family.
I'd rather have died before that could even get a chance of happening.
Hmph.
Oh well, the party's tomorrow and everyone…no literally everyone from the family is coming. Since it's a party, I'd need to have some sort of source for entertainment…and by source I mean a book or something.
What…? I never liked parties anyway; did I mention how much I hate them?
Probably.
Anyway, it's extremely late and I have to go to bed before Mum could go at it with me again.
Merlin.
Why is it so bloody hard to sleep when all you can picture is Teddy Lupin shirtless?!
I did not just say that.
Nope.
I definitely did not.
Who?
Rose Weasley?
Oh I don't know her.
Nope, not a single clue as to who she is.
I can't bloody control my brain, after ranting on and on about how I used to have a crush on Teddy Lupin.
That was like saying imagine, David Bowie(Code name: Mr. Bloody Perfect who just so happens to be one of the most famous and way over the top attractive, muggle singers) now try not to get that creepy smile all over your face...see? It was flipping impossible. IMPOSSIBLE, I TELL YOU!
Well…
I don't anymore.
Fancy Teddy Lupin, that is.
I think.
Reminder # 6: Never, ever, mention Teddy Lupin again or your face would be the same color as your hair and then the whole family would find out and then someone as twaty as Fred or Lucy would spread it all over the world and the next thing you know, your face would be on The Daily Prophet's front page under the headline: Forbidden Love? 11 year old girl in love with her 17 year old cousin. It's the sign of the apocalypse.
Reminder # 7: Find something to wear for the party, before Mum ever so annoyingly starts nagging me about it.
Conclusion to Today's Drama Llama: Fred Weasley isn't the worst thing in the world that could happen to me: Teddy Lupin is. (Not that I don't like him, don't get me wrong about that. But life would be a lot easier if I didn't know him or if we weren't 'not- blood- related-technically-not-cousins' or if I hadn't fancied him in the very beginning when I was 9 and then forcibly convince myself that I didn't. Ugh. I want to seriously pull my hair out…Too much complexity in my life that an eleven year old really shouldn't be dealing with at this age.)
Friday, August 31th, 2017, Breakfast. Status: I hate mornings. I hate everything about them. Who in the bloody right mind even likes mornings?! EVERYTHING GOES WRONG IN MORNINGS! GAAAHHH! Ahem. Ahem. Guess we're on the right page now.
So, I wake up and head downstairs for breakfast in my pajamas and crusted face, while having one of the worse hair days in the history of hair days but since I am Rose Weasley, it's quite inevitable, really.
My hair is like that all. the. flipping. time.
It wouldn't bloody care, really; if I comb it, wash it, dry it, or even GET IT DONE…nope.
Nothing.
Absolutely nada.
So I rub my eyes and yawn and complain about my life in my head as usual, when I stop halfway as I see Mum standing at the bottom of the staircase with her arms crossed.
Oh bloody hell.
Just brilliant to start off your day like that.
Especially a morning like that. But since mornings are what they are, it isn't really that surprising.
Everyone sees something bad coming in the mornings. It was common knowledge, really.
Rose Weasley's brilliant yet simple
Reasons as to why mornings should be non-existent
(Status: Complete)
Bad hair: Even if you tie it while sleeping, it still manages to look like a mob once you look in the mirror, once awake. Unless, you have bloody perfect hair, which clearly; I will never have.
Bad mood: Waking up has got to be one of the most annoying things on the planet. Once, you're up, you have the options of taking a shower and getting dressed along with it. Or continue sleeping. You decide. I think it's obvious which one would be more preferred.
Even worse of a mood: Once you have come downstairs, ready and all, everyone else is also in a bad mood. Since we're all bloody human after all.
Conclusion: The next thing you realize is the fact that everyone else's bad mood is influencing your bad mood and in the end with ALL those bad moods, someone wants to pull someone else's hair out while others try to stop him, causing bloody World War III.
So, there I am; halfway through the staircase, staring down at Mum, crossing her arms with her intense glare.
There she is.
Here I am.
You can tell what's coming, can't you?
It can't be more obvious than that.
"Err…Mum?" I inquire. I know what's coming but I need to make sure that it is indeed what I think it is. She clears her throat and sternly begins, "You have not yet picked out a dress for the party, have you?"
Yep.
Even when it was part of my flipping reminders?
I'm starting to think they're useless, since I forget everything anyway.
Bloody hell, Rose; do at least one thing right.
"I…err...no. Not yet", I swallowed while she tapped one foot.
Oh I could tell. I could bloody tell.
She was getting her 'sassy' on. Tapping one foot, you know…it's what girls do once they're officially pissed off at you and want to let you know that they're pissed off so that you're ready for what's coming. Female logic…I don't get it either.
"Rose. This party is about you. You're going to Hogwarts, not me, not Fred, not Hugo… You" She stated firmly and shook her head before giving me a look and heading towards the kitchen.
Me?!
Yeah right.
It was more about Mum getting together with friends and family and then gossiping her arse off. If you need a picture painted in your head, I'd be more than happy:
Mum: Oh, Rose. Well, she's starting fifth grade this year. Isn't that lovely?
Nameless friend #1: Ah yes. Of course. She's growing up, eh?
Mum: Laughs in agreement.
Nameless friend #1: If you don't mind, I'll be using the bathroom for a while. Excuse me.
Mum: Why of course! By the way, love the outfit. Oh and I was meaning to tell you…Congratulations on your son getting engaged!
Nameless friend #1: Ah thank you. (Leaves to the bathroom).
Mum: That is, by far, the ugliest outfit I have ever seen.
Nameless friend #2: I know right!
Mum: And did you know that her son literally bribed the poor girl into marriage?
Nameless friend #2: Oh my…That's awful! Does he have no shame?
Mum: I know…and his Mum actually went on bragging about it to the whole bloody world. Shameless. Truly shameless (shakes head in disapproval).
Well, perhaps it wasn't exactly like that.
I had actually witnessed one of these episodes before, and even though Mum wasn't acting like a complete twat… they all still bloody bragged and exaggerated certain things…more like lying, to be honest.
My Rose get's all A's.
Like hell.
I had a C in Music and Art back at my Muggle Elementary School.
I suck at Music and Art…there is no artistic/drawing/instrument-crap in me.
Where was I again…?
Ah yes.
Then, I headed back upstairs after we had breakfast and I opened up the wardrobe not interestedly and all…I was so bloody pissed off and I didn't even know why. I mean, I didn't blame Mum or anything. She had a point (somewhat) and I saw it coming but still managed to procrastinate until getting into trouble.
Alright. Parties. What do people even wear at parties?
And I couldn't just procrastinate as usual and search for something to wear last minute, because Mum really, really cares about parties and what not. I'd be going to hell, if I didn't.
I wish I was a bloke. I wish I was a bloke. I WISH I WAS A BLOKE. Then, looking all pretty along with accessories and hair done and what not, wouldn't have even come up today. It'd be more like: The party?! Well, of course, I'd be wearing that black thing I have and that brown thing over there. Since clothes and looking perfect don't matter all too much for blokes.
Ah... times when being a bloke really are all a girl could dream of.
I flew out numerous shirts and pants dramatically out on the bed, while my hand rushed through the infinite amount of clothes Mum had insisted on buying me.
Sometimes I feel like everything that happens in my life, manages to root back to Mum.
I know; it's weird.
Then, my hand caught a sleeveless bright red, summer dress which went all the way down to my kneecaps and held a black lacing on top. I sighed while I examined it. Well, it was pretty girly…and me being girly would be all Mum could ever hope of. Dream of. Die for...I can't think anymore, I don't know what else to say. Seriously, woman, it's not like I wanted to be a tom-boy!
So, Mum would be satisfied…that's for sure.
What about me, though?
The dress just emphasized everything bad about me: my fiery own red self, from head to toe. Red head, red cheeks, red dress…RED EVERYTHING.
Oh merlin.
Have I ever mentioned how much I hate being a red head, simply because it seems as if I'd catch on fire any moment?
No wonder, I wasn't a bloke attracting bloody magnet.
It was all because I was a red head, and because of my obviously ginger looks, it seemed as if even my complexion was red.
I seriously think so, in fact I know so. There's no other reason as to why I am…well…who I am.
But after a while of ridiculous searching, I concluded to wearing that same red dress. There was nothing better after all. Well, the red dress wouldn't look so bad on me than the other few dresses I had, that is.
So, I combed my hair and put on a white pearl necklace and my nice comfortable dress shoes and headed downstairs where a few family members had already arrived. After greeting them and all, I noticed that all the decorations had been put up, apparently, overnight when I was asleep. There were red balloons attached to every corner I looked, and there was all kinds of junk food; sweets, appetizers, and drinks served on the dinner table from the very beginning to the end.
Right in front of the entrance door, was a colorful hanging banner which read: Welcome to Hogwarts! Albus and Rose!
Oh right.
Al.
I wonder if he'd be able to make it. I mean, he is really the only sane cousin I have, who has to put up with in-sane yours truly here since they've been best friends ever since childhood, attending the same Muggle Primary School and Elementary School.
Ah…Al. I did quite miss him.
His family had taken a vacation somewhere off in Paris and ever since, I hadn't seen him nor talked to him. I was looking forward to his coming to the party, but Uncle Harry informed Mum and Dad that Lily and James wanted to stay a little longer and wouldn't settle on anything else.
Which according to my book of karma, that would obviously happen. Let me explain:
Rose misses Al, Al bloody dies in an earthquake or something. Rose attempts to play quidditch with cousins, bludger strikes her on the head from 4 km distance, Rose drinks flipping pumpkin juice, chokes.
Well, perhaps the earthquake one wasn't quite exact, to be honest…but you get what I mean!
So, of course, they stayed.
I can't believe James, James, of all people would do that. He was the most mature out of all them, being the oldest and what not…yet he agreed with the youngest member of the family.
Well now, we can all conclude that James has the mentality of a seven year old girl.
Just lovely, isn't it?
Ugh. I really, really, really do miss Al.
And more than anything I want to strangle James.
I mean, Lily was understandable since she was a little kid and adventure was all I thought of when I was her age, but James…13 year old boy?! Didn't quite expect that.
Friday, August 31st, 2017, the party. I don't even care anymore. Stupid James. "Oooh I want to stay! Me! Me! Right here!" Bloody hell. Now, I can't see Al.
Pretty much everyone from the family has arrived now; everyone except, Al and his family of course. Ugh. So, now that I had already passed the limits of pissed off, I just crept to the staircase with my Adventures with muggles book and sat on the third last step, hoping Mum would be too busy to notice that I wasn't chatting up with my cousins.
Ah…to be in the life of Rose. It was quite complicated, really.
My life, that is.
Ah, begin reading Rose. There's nothing better to do.
In the United States, the first television service began on July 2, 1928. The Federal Radio Commision allowed-
Wait a second, I hear something.
It's not the chattering noise of the guests or the sound of a shattering glass somewhere in the house which I assume was Hugo, no…it's something much different.
I turned around and looked down, only to notice a Siamese cat; staring at me with bulging blue eyes. She stood a few centimeters away from me, practically touching my leg at that matter.
She purred and meowed a couple of times which I recognized as the sound that I had heard earlier on. I patted her gently on the head and went on to rub her furry paws.
But then, beside the cat, I noticed something else: two pair of legs wearing blue jeans and sneakers. It was quite the shocker, really. One second there's only a cat there and the other there's another person just standing there next to it. I instantly glanced up.
Only to feel the happiest I have ever felt, in my life.
I jumped into his arms and hugged him tightly before he started gasping for air and I had to let go. I began squealing, hyperventilating, silently screaming, hopping up and down, clapping my hands…ugh God damn it; it was the happiest moment of my life! Can't a woman celebrate?!
"Oh Merlin! I thought you couldn't make it!" I said, holding back tears of happiness. Yes. I was that happy. I mean, everything could've bloody turned into unicorns and rainbows…that happy. "Do you even know how deep my stage in depression had gotten because you weren't coming?! What's wrong with you?!" I smacked him hard on the arm.
"Ow! I thought I'd be welcomed with two arms and a smile, not two arms and pain. Since when did you get so bloody strong?" He retorted whiningly.
"Since I met Albus Potter" I said blankly. "I think you might know him. You two quite look alike, actually. Very similar, indeed. I've been practicing my punches on him quite a lot too. Thanks to him, I've got my future boxer instinct down"
Al snorted as both of us sat back on the staircase step I was on previously. "So…Al. Care to tell me what's going on?"
"What do you mean?"
"You know…the 'oh James and Lily wanted to stay back' act. Can't believe you had it in you. Lying, that is. Tsk, Tsk…and I thought you were better than that, Albus Potter"
"Well, at least I wasn't too much of a githead to actually believe that utter load of crap unlike someone"
"Ha. Ha. Very funny. So, was everyone ganged up on this all along?"
"Well, yeah. You're just far too oblivious to even notice the worst acting in the world so I guess it turned out well in the end after all" Ha. Oblivious? What extreme piece of rubbish, that was! Rose Weasley was not oblivious; she noticed the most subtle differences in someone's behavior alright?! Definitely not. That was impossible. Al just screwed on his head too tightly this morning, that's all; Nothing else. Stupid Al. Hmph.
"I AM NOT OBLIVIOUS"
"…sensitive too-"
"Shut up!"
"I rest my case."
"Ugh. I wish you had just stayed in Paris. You're such a prick, you know that?"
"Know what?"
"That you're a prick"
"Well, at least I'm not sensitive enough to actually explode the world if someone says I'm a prick" Ugh. ALBUS POTTER WAS SO BLOODY ANNOYING, I WANTED TO- Calm down…just breathe, woman and relax….Fine, I didn't want him to get mad at me all of a sudden when we had just met after at least a month. Oh dear Merlin…
"You're not a prick"
"…Add bipolar below sensitive and oblivious, 'kay?"
"I take that back! I was actually considering being nice to you… You're a prick! Prickiest of them all! You're like… you're like…ugh"
"Yeah, I know right? Can't stand those ugh people. Completely disappointing aren't they?"
"Shut up, Albus Potter"
" Dad told me that when a girl says your full name, it means that you're either getting smacked or yelled at"
"Well, he's bloody right, isn't he?!"
"Yep. And here comes the fist". I smacked him on the exact same spot I had earlier. That prick…he deserved it more than anything!
"Ow!"
"Well, now you know to not mess with a woman with metal brass fists"
"Metal brass? More like cotton"
"Ha. And I'm bipolar. You just called me strong like two seconds ago"
"Well, then that means you shouldn't trust everyone you meet, Rose"
"Ha. Trust? I don't trust anybody!"
He remained silent for a moment, and continued in a serious voice. "Rose?"
"Yeah?"
"Do…you…err…are you nervous about Hogwarts?"
"Nervous?" I paused. "Well, err yeah kind of, I guess"
"You're completely cool about it, I can totally tell"
"Am not!"
"Lies."
"Ugh!"
"Well, about the sorting…I…err…what house do you want be in?"
"Gryffindor, probably. Or else, Ravenclaw. Hufflepuff's are far too nice, so I'm obviously not going to go there. And Slytherin's are far too evil, so I'm not going there either"
"…Evil?"
"Yeah. Of course. All of them are utter twats, being all prejudicial about ethnicity and what not. I mean, who cares if my Mum is muggle-born?! No one, that's who, but they… they're just nutcases with ethnicity, it's like every opportunity they get to taunt a muggle-born wizard, they don't waste it. You know? And that's only the start of it, there's much more" I stared at the cat beside me at my right.
"That's just great, isn't it? Because I have a feeling I'd be in Slytherin" Al mentioned coldly.
"WHAT?!" My head flung back to his face immediately. Ha. This has to be a joke. Very funny, indeed.
But you did not get me, Albus Potter.
You did not get me.
I mean...you just can't...won't...slytherin...ugh(learn how to speak English, Rose).
Al, my Al…being in Slytherin?!
Like hell. "Al, you're a twat sometimes but you're not evil."
He sighed tiredly. "I hope so" He shot up and dusted off his jeans. "I'll fetch some chocolate rolls for us, okay?" He said slightly miserably.
Before I could take my words back, he was gone "A-A-Al! Hey, wait!" I stayed there on the staircase, thinking why on Earth he saw himself in Slytherin. He was saner than that.
Oh bloody hell.
Problems, Problems…Everyone's got problems. Ugh.
To do list for Today:
1. Bloody hell, woman…is packing your trunk really that hard?!
2. Quit procrastinating.
3. Finish reading Chapter 16 of How to get by in Hogwarts without blowing up a classroom.
4. Settle things with Hugo. WHY DOES HE KEEP STEALING STUFF FROM MY ROOM?! How does he even come in without me noticing, I'm almost always in my room.
5. Owl: Check Books: Check Robes: Check, Iron robes though, they're far too crumpled.
6. Do something about head ache... Voldemort must be close. Ha. That was actually a good one, Rose! (Finally! I'm building a sense of humor(I know, I didn't know I had it in me, too)
Saturday, September 1st,2017, King's Cross Station. Status: Can't breathe. Can't breathe. Can't breathe. There is no way that I'm boarding the Hogwarts Express in a couple of minutes. No bloody way.
"Mum, you've got to be kidding me", I whined and then grunted. "Could you be a little less embarrassing…Merlin…eww stop it! Stop it! STOP IT, WOMAN!" I practically bellowed at the top of my lungs and at least a hundred muggles stopped their walking and stared right at me.
Oh brilliant.
Bloody Brilliant.
Get on with your lives, there's nothing funny or entertaining in the slightest about Mum and me here.
Mum, then, as stubborn as the woman was, continued her treating- Rose -like -a –five- year- old- fandom, as I watched her bend down to tie my shoelaces; which I assure you, Mother of mine, were already tied since I learnt to do so when I was seven. She followed by a quick running through my hair; by combing it with her handy-dandy, small black comb (where did that come from anyway? Magic, probably) and then giving me a long, embarrassing kiss on the cheek.
"Mum. I think we're done here" I mumbled before she stopped her combing.
"Now, you listen, Rose. No trouble and good grades, okay?"
"Yes. Yes."
"And no being awake past the curfew!"
"Yes. Yes."
"Remember to always, always go to James if you want help in adjusting"
"Yes. Mum."
"And… write to me once a week and send it down at the Owlery, okay?"
"Yes, Mum. Now, can we please go on? I mean, this isn't the final farewell and all"
"Right" Mum, for once, agreed, and pushed my trolley which secured my trunk and of course adorable screech owl, Muna (in her cage obviously).
After walking for a few moments amongst the rush of businessmen with briefcases, women on cell phones, elderly people, and noticeably other Hogwarts Students who were wearing the same robes as I did, we noticed the pearl white signs above, reading 9 and 10 on either side of the barrier which separated the two.
This was it.
I had to walk in, right through the barrier.
Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale.
Hogwarts…only a few moments till Hogwarts.
I can do this. I know I can.
The wall, only a few meters away from me, stood there as Mum left me the trolley.
Oh merlin. Oh merlin. Oh merlin.
I rushed towards the wall, my eyes sealed shut, luckily not banging my head against it, but actually feeling my body being absorbed into something; something surely fascinating.
And as I opened my eyes again, the new platform read Hogwarts Express… I released a sigh of relief…ah well it was September 1st, what else did you expect?
I glanced around only to notice a buzzing rush of Hogwarts students around me, I would get trampled on.
Trolleys with trunks and owls…some with cats. A few students, taller and older while others shorter and younger; some holding broomsticks in one hand while others held books.
My mouth dropped, it was like a whole different world.
I had been surrounded by wizards, all the time, being a wizard myself and having wizards in my family…but I felt like I was at home over here. I felt like befriending everyone on the mere fact that we were all wizards; which was, now that I think about it, quite a stupid thought. But it was warming to watch people who would walk the same grounds as you from now on, who'd sit at the same Great Hall, eat meals at different tables and begin a new year.
Yep. It was all pretty comforting.
Bloody hell, Rose. Stop being so cheesy, someone out there just died puking or something. Be more considerate to people's feelings. Merlin.
I turned around, and surely enough Mum, Hugo, and Dad stood together, smiling at me. Well, not Hugo, smiling that is.
But Mum and Dad, anyway. Too many emotions summed up inside my stomach and I felt happy and sad at the same time. I wanted to cry my heart out but also laugh my heart out. Ugh.
Like I said: too much complexity in my life for an eleven year old to really deal with.
"Err. I'll go find Al" Before my stupid karma could actually get the chance to make me cry in front of my parents(which would never, ever happen) I dashed away into the crowd before they could say a word.
The steam engine train, surely, stood on the railroad on my left hand corner. I watched it while I dashed. There's no way.
Hogwarts is where I'd spend all of my teen ages at; starting now…it's my new home.
Not only that, I'd need to find some-
Oh bloody hell.
I can't believe I even forgot that. Ugh. How can I even be so stupid?! Damn it. I guess this is for an urgent mayday call.
Rose Weasley's sorting probabilities
(Status: Incomplete)
1. Ravenclaw: Books. That's all I can think of. I'm not smart, not creative, not talented whatsoever in absolutely anything. All I do which is Ravenclaw-ish is my eating books and most of them are fictional ones anyway, so I'm not really getting any real non-fictional, useful knowledge out of it. Bloody hell. Why am I such utter rubbish at everything?
2. Gryffindor: Well…I do have nerve…which is most of the times extremely irritating because of all the consequences it has brought me. Oh yes…all the: "How dare you and the Teach your daughter to not bloody play in my lawn, Weasley!" 's,I have heard over a million times by our muggle neighbors who happened to complain about everything, no seriously, everything I did. When I was only feeding their pet dog which they tied up all day, in chains, in the lawn; rarely feeding the poor thing or inviting him over inside. Such twats! I had to feed him, they left me no choice, damn it. Of course, they moved away a long while ago…so it's alright if I write this down, you know. Or else, I wouldn't even dare. Actually, I wouldn't even have a diary if they were still our neighbors because their daughter would try to steal everything that was mine. Mum thought she was friends with me, so she always invited her over(everything roots back to Mum) but every time she'd come, she would rip the stuffing out of my teddy bear or murder one of my other dear belongings and yell at me for useless, childish things. She'd probably just shred every page off my poor diary after reading it, and spreading what was in it, all over the world, if she still was our neighbor. Ah. I sometimes need to really thank Merlin for certain things, don't I? Point of the matter is: I have nerve but it's a bad kind of nerve…err how to put this…resulting into bad, bad incidents, kind of nerve.
3. Hufflepuff: I am a minor character, if I may say so. Not that Hufflepuffs are minor characters or anything (pssh you don't how much I laughed in my head after I wrote that) they're fine, really. I have nothing against Hufflepuffs, so don't kill me. I mean, I'm not that important and I probably won't make a difference in the world like Gryffindors and Slytherins usually do, or even Ravenclaw's with their beautiful sets of knowledge and wisdom. Like hell, would someone like me… like Rose Weasley, ever, ever make a change in the world?!So…maybe on that note, I am kind of Hufflepuff but also not because I'm not nice. I mean come on; I write bloody death threats to my cousins, like a psychopath, in my diary and complain ungratefully about every. single. thing. If you look at it that way…then I'm clearly not a Hufflepuff.
4. Slytherin: Ha. As much as I write death threats in my diary like a psychopath, there's no way that I'd be in Slytherin for something like that. Didn't I have to hate muggles? And the last time I checked, I was pretty much in love with them. So…no, right? Definitely not. Oh Merlin. What if everyone else did view my impatience, uselessness, insanity, and pretty much everything else about me…TO BE SLYTHERIN? Now I know how Al felt when I ranted on and on about how evil they are, because he felt the same way I did right now. He probably felt like crap when I told him that. See? I can't believe I actually said "Oh, Slytherin's are total utter crap" when he thought he'd probably be in there in the first place. Why? Why? Why? WHY? Ugh. Wait. Oh crap. Oh bloody hell -
"I'm so sorry. Excuse me. I'm really, really sorry" I explained before I had a chance to glance up from my crouching position. I saw a boy with short, neat brown hair, looking down at me, with grayish squinty eyes and extremely prominent cheekbones. His cheeks were, almost, all smothered with freckles and he wore a set of rectangular glasses.
Seriously?! Does it ever stop?! My karma that is! It's like a flipping enormous ball, that won't stop rolling after me. Falling, bumping…getting sorted into Slytherin?!(Probably, but we all know it's gonna happen).
"The fault is mine, really. I was too busy running, that I didn't see you there. Are you hurt?" I asked worriedly, still in my crouching position. Then, I looked back down and continued picking up the books that had fallen from his hand when I bumped into him.
The standard book of spells, Grade 1.
"Grade 1?" I repeated, still looking at the book. I looked up at him, only to find an annoyed expression on his face. His eyes narrowed and his furrowing eyebrows causing his forehead to wrinkle.
Did I say something wrong?
Oh bloody hell.
I run into a stranger, manage to make his new school books fall and get all dirty, and then also get him mad at me.
Great job, Rose.
"Give me my books", He demanded, but rather coldly, I must say. "Now". Chills ran through my spine as I watched his arm extended towards me as his hand called for the books.
"Err…yeah sure. Um…sorry", I managed to say before I placed the books gently in his hand as he smirked at me.
Before he could disappear into the crowd, he glanced at me one last time…and SNORTED.
HE BLOODY SNORTED AT ME.
Me, who was apologizing like a mad person to him ever since I bumped into him.
Me, who picked up his books for him and ever so kindly gave them back.
Me, who attempted to make small talk with him but failed more epically than ever.
Me, who intentionally didn't mention the fact that he had crumpled my gown which he stepped on the whole time while I picked up his books from the ground.
ME…WHO WAS TRYING TO NOT ACT LIKE A SLYTHERIN AND BE NICE FOR A CHANGE!
And this is what I get back; a snort.
A measly little snort.
Ugh.
I must find Al before I kill that arrogant prat…I'm still in shock at the fact that he snorted at me.
I mean, I know I'm worth looking down on, but people don't have to rub it in my face every second of the day.
And for once one of my wishes came true.
"Err…Rose? What are you doing on your knees? You might get trampled that way, you idiot!" I turned around to notice Al's warm light green eyes staring down at me, his hand extended. I grabbed it as he helped me up.
"Nothing" I answered. "Nothing really. Just err, enjoying the view down there". I knew it. Don't bloody rub it in my face: I was a terrible actress. I couldn't act to save my life, okay? That bad.
"Sure, like I believe that. Your parents were searching for you like mad" he dragged me all the way(took quite a while really) towards Mum and Dad who stood with concerned faces near the train's exit doors.
Wow, I didn't know I ran that far in such a low amount of time.
"Young lady, do you know what time it is?" Mum asked strictly with her arms crossed.
"Err…" I gave a quick glance at my watch. "10:58 am"
"Oh, I see", she commented. "And when does the Hogwarts Express leave?!"
"11, I think"
"Yes. Now, we've all learnt to never go storming off like that out of nowhere, right?"
"Yes, Mum." I said tiredly. Mum spread her arms wide open and I walked right into them. Ah…even though Mum was a huge twat at times, I would miss her.
She let go and kissed me on the forehead.
And that was how it all ended.
My last moment with my family, that is, with lots of cheesy hugs and kisses(which I gag upon, thinking about now…since I'm not really the affectionate sort but I guess it's alright since I wasn't going to see them in a year or so).
Reminder # 8: Search for adoption papers in the house during the next summer holidays if you get Slytherin during The Sorting Ceremony.
Reminder # 9: Eat. Breathe. I don't know. I have too many-excited/sad/angry/I don't even know how to feel -kind of emotions bottled up right now.
Reminder # 10: Apologize to Al. Now! (For the whole Slytherins are evil- and- utter-crap deal)
Conclusion to Today's Drama Llama:
Mum doesn't hate me. Al does. I don't even know what to think about that pratty first year that I bumped into. And I haven't slept in 21 hours due to my 'Hogwarts-Oh-My-God-Rose-Weasley-has-melted-all-ov er-the-floor' excitement. Ah. God, I'm really exhausted and this bloody quill is really, really blistering my fingers…so I guess this it for now.
Rose Weasley predicting her time at Hogwarts
(Status: Complete)
1. Bloke attracting magnet: Will never happen. Ever. EVER. I mean, look at me. Who fancies all-red girls who write death threats in their diaries, That's right: no one. They'd rather be fried alive than snog with yours truly who has no experience and probably never will?!
2. Academic Failure: Ha. Dad actually wants me to surpass this bloke in all my tests, Scampious Mudfloy, was it? I seriously don't remember (no really, what's with me forgetting everything?!). Like that would ever happen, though! I probably wouldn't even surpass Hugo in academics…well Hugo maybe (I mean look at the bloke, bloody git I tell you) but he's the only exception!
3. Friendless: I'm not sure about this one but I asked Al about it on the train and apparently he didn't respond and completely ignored me so I guess I am and will be friendless since my only, friend is ignoring me. (Probably because I called Slytherins evil, when the bloke clearly thinks he'd end up there. Ha, like hell someone like Al could end up in Slytherin. It won't be surprising if I ended up there, but Al... come on there's no flipping way.)
4. Die alone eventually: This one's completely for sure. A friendless, non-attractive, academic failure, and someone who is clearly adopted because she'd most likely end up in Slytherin, would obviously die alone. Like really alone. With billions of cats and a mustache.
Author's ending note:
Wow, I made that sound like I committed suicide or something. Ending note… Okay, so how did you like it, eh? Good, really good, bad, or this-is-so-much-crap-that-I-want-to-bloody-strangl e-the-author, kind of deal, all are okay to be in a review…except for the strangling part. I'm not Rose Weasley(from my fan fiction, anyway). I don't write death threats in my diary, so I'm not used to reading them either.
The next chapter includes the following events: The Sorting Ceremony, Moving staircases hate Rose(you'll see), Meeting with Malfoy, and then the present setting of the story, where Rose is in her fifth year at Hogwarts. See...? Drama llama increases by each chapter, so don't worry, you would see Malfoy. He'd be a more common character in Rose's every day live by every chapter. This chapter is called "Meow" for no deep reasons, to be honest. My sister considered it creative after I wrote it down because of having a writer's block and not knowing what to label the chapter, so here I am and that is the title: Meow. Nothing deep, really. Perhaps, you can think of the Siamese cat at the party, but that's really all.
That is all, I think…Farewell awesome readers (for this Chapter anyway, because I'll be seeing you(unless I die in terrible ways, probably won't happen but there's a thought) soon).
