That entire summer, I'd been waiting patiently for the letter. I wanted to be head girl so badly that I almost needed it. I finally got it on a sunny August morning while at breakfast with my family. Mum had her back turned to the window, and Dad and I were and still are incredibly unobservant, so my younger brother Hugo saw the owl first.
"Mail," he said absentmindedly, shoving a piece of toast into his mouth. He was a Weasley, after all.
I ran to open the window to let the owl in, just as I had since school had let out in June. My parents weren't paying attention, because for them it was just another morning. But when the owl dropped off two letters with Hogwarts seals on them, one for Hugo and one for me, they looked up. While Hugo slowly reached for his letter, popping a handful of berries into his mouth, I grabbed mine, and ripped the envelope open. I quickly scanned through the letter, quickly passing through all of the nots on what books to buy and such. I gave a deep sigh when I couldn't find anything in the letter, but gasped with excitement as I felt something shaped like a badge at the bottom of the envelope. Sure enough, it was the heads badge that I had yearned after all summer. I pulled it out with a triumphant wave of my arm. "I got it!" I yelled to my family.
"Hmmph?" my father said still focused on the newspaper in front of him.
"Oh, Ronald!" my mother cried, running to embrace me. "She's head girl!"
Dad chocked as he quickly swallowed his food. "That's wonderful, Rosie! Congratulations. Now wait until I floo Harry; none of his kids got head!"
"Ron!" my mother told him off.
"Sorry, 'Mione. But I after to tell him at some point!"
"Oh all right," she sighed. He walked towards the fire place, and she quickly began fawning over me again.
"This is so wonderful! Head girl. But don't let your duties take over your studies."
"I won't, Mum," I quickly promised.
"And be sure to not go easy on your cousins! Remember, they're students too."
"Mum, you know me. I'll probably be harder on them."
"Of course you will, darling," she said, hugging me again. "I'm just so proud. My baby girl, all grown up."
I pretended to roll my eyes a little, but I was on cloud nine. Head girl!
"I wonder who head boy is," Mum said. "Probably Lysander Scamander. He's such a nice boy."
"Hmm," I murmured. I hadn't really thought about who head boy would be. I had been wrapped up in my own thoughts all summer. Just then, I heard the tell-tale snap of apparition. It was Albus, my cousin and classmate.
"Albus!" my mother said, jumping. "You scared me nearly half to death!"
"Sorry, Aunt Hermione," Al apologized. "Heard you made head girl, Rosie."
"I did!" I said, beaming.
"Just came over to congratulate you. I'd better be going; Mum's expecting me for breakfast." He waved, and with a crack, he was gone again.
My mother sighed. "Ever since that boy learned to apparate, he's been doing it non-stop."
Before I knew it, September 1 had arrived, and we were back at King's Cross Station.
"Now, Rosie," my Mum told me as I began bidding her goodbye. "Write Daddy and me about who's the head boy as soon as you find out. And remember to fulfill your duties as both the head girl and as a student! Don't go to bed too late, it'll interfere with your concentration and don't..."
She kept on talking, but I began to look around the platform with nostalgia. This was the last time I would be boarding the train to Hogwarts for the first day of school, this was my last first day of Hogwarts.
"Oh! Rose, dearest, it's nearly time to go," my mother said, interrupting my thoughts and her lecture. "Quick, get on the train. I'll see you at Christmas!" she kissed me.
I ran on to the train, looking for my best friend, Lucille. She was a Gryffindor, just like me, and we'd been the most close friends since our first day of Hogwarts. I easily found her, and opened the compartment door. We greeted each other with hugs, as we hadn't seen each other all summer. Lucille's father was American, and her family often spent summers there.
"Did you get my letter?" I asked her, pulling away from the hug. "I'm head girl!"
She hadn't received my letter, so we once again celebrated with hugs. After we were panting from jumping around, we finally sat down. The train was moving now.
"Who's the head boy? I haven't heard from anyone this summer!"
"No idea," I replied. "Oh! I have to go and meet the prefects!"
I jumped up, and ran to the back of the train.
I shoved open the door. "Sorry!" I exclaimed to the waiting prefects. "I'm late."
"Finally, Weasley," the drawling voice of Scorpius Malfoy answered back.
To Be Continued!