Chapter 1 – 1st September 2021

I walked the length of the train with my partner, Joseph Band. Tall but extraordinarily skinny boy. Prefect patrol was a fair drag, especially when your partner is practically a stranger, not that I wanted to be friends either. We had just caught some third years with some banned items. They no doubt thought I was a stick in the mud or sounded like their mothers, but rules are rules.

"Weasley," Joseph started looking as though he was finding the right way to say something.

"Yes?"

"Are you looking forward to the coming semester?" He must have decided against what he was originally going to say.

"Yeah, should be interesting?" I started feeling indifferent, probably sounded indifferent to. I sighed why can't I have a decent conversation was the general population of the school? Is it because I'm an introvert? Is it because I don't seem fun? Maybe it's because I'm in Ravenclaw? That I would happily choose a book over large crowds of people any day. Ironic, when you consider my family is a hoard of people. I chuckled internally to myself, it took all my strength to not smirk at that moment and could feel my mouth twitching.

"I think Transfiguration will be my favourite subject," Joseph continued. A typical safe topic for Ravenclaws: school work.

"Ah yeah, sounds like it'll be fun," I used the same tone as before.

"Rose Weasley where are you?" A familiar voice exclaimed from down the passage way. I mentally face-palmed and groaned bitterly. Why now? I just want to finish this and read my book.

Running up the passage way was her cousin Dominique Weasley. Beautiful waves of long blonde hair and a slim figure, you can tell she's part Veela at a glance. "There you are Rosie," She said slightly out of breath. Once she regained her normal breathing rhythm she flipped her hair over her shoulder and continued, "The fam wanted me to get you. Are you almost done?"

I looked at Joseph and he smiled said, "Don't worry there's only one carriage left, I've got it."

"Thanks Band," I slowly walked back up the passage way with Dom falling into step with me. She was probably the only one of my cousins I was close to, excluding Albus. The three of us, Al, Dom and I were all in sixth year now. It was a small blessing that she hadn't been sorted into Ravenclaw otherwise I'd never get any peace, though I love them all.

You could tell where our family had been crammed into from all the noise that was coming out of the compartment. Dom opened the door and I had to step back from the noise.

"- there's no way! It's got to be Emily Hunter as chaser!"

"- because it would have been a crime to let that happen –"

"- Ha! I win! Hand it over! –"

"Hey!" Dom had yell over the lot in the magically extended compartment.

They instantly quietened down and looked at us. Dom reminded me more and more of Aunty Ginny it was scary.

"Hey Rosie!"

"Rose!"

"Hey," I replied in a level voice to the many greetings and they went back to their conversations. "Why is everyone gathered in here?" I asked Al while leaned against the glass.

He shrugged, "Who knows."

It was then that I recognised a certain blonde headed boy that was Al's friend. He sat next to Al slouching into the green velvet seats.

"Well I'll be damned, it's Rose Weasley in the flesh," Scorpius Malfoy, put his hand to his chest dramatically in mock surprise. I rolled me eyes at his theatrics and ignored them. Al chuckled quietly then coughed to obviously cover it up.

"Malfoy," I gave a curt nod.

James Potter II, a seventh year, stood and commanded that we all be silent for his announcement, and no doubt the reason behind the rest of them gathering. Once it was relatively quiet he began.

"As of this year I have been made Quidditch Captain of Gryffindor!"

The rest of the group cheered, the only ones that hadn't were Louis and myself. Louis was in Hufflepuff and the rest, including Al and Malfoy, were in Gryffindor. I couldn't have cared less about Quidditch and much preferred to be reading on weekends. Louis, who did somewhat care, groaned at the thought that Hufflepuff will not stand a chance this year.

"Well done James. Well I'm heading off," I announced to the group as I left the compartment.

It's not that I was anti-social, it was just a self-diagnosed selective severe case of introversion.