A pair of bluish-gray eyes opened on a warm September first in one of the sparsely located houses in Ottery St. Catchpole. When she rose up a couple of books slid off of her bed and onto a floor stacked with even more books of various shapes and sizes.
She surveyed her room, making sure her brothers had not taken anything while she was sleeping and stretched. It was the same routine she did all summer to prepare herself for a day of exploration and learning. Looking to her calendar to mentally tick off another day, she realized her mistake.
Then the panic began.
"Mum, Daddy, where's my wand?" yelled the girl from the third floor.
A mousy-haired woman poked her head up the staircase and beckoned. "It's down here with the rest of your luggage. Now come down, your father and the boys are waiting."
The girl raced down the stairs, her blonde hair flying behind her like streams of silver. The scene that greeted her at the bottom was one she had been waiting to experience since a young age.
Three piles of luggage littered the area surrounding the door each bearing a nametag. Each read: Lysander, Lorcan, and Roisin Scamander. Stacked on top of these were two owls and a cat, the cat being her own, and a copy of her grandfather's publication, The Quibbler.
She breathed deep, imagining the changes that would be coming. She would finally get to leave and being exploring more than the fields.
In their little village of Ottery St. Catchpole, life was loud and exciting. The Weasley's, good friends of her mother's, were some of the only other witches and wizards in the area, but they made the whole place shine with magic. The children of the Weasley's were just the same as their parents, red-headed and wild as can be (except for Percy and Audrey's girl, but she was an anomally).
All of these magical children had been enrolled in Hogwarts, to train in their magic skills, and Roisin had been the newest enrollment of the village. It was finally her chance to prove to her brothers she could know more than they could.
The door opened and in came a grinning father. He clapped his hands together and raised his eyebrows. "Time to go. The boys are close to killing each other with that Muggle sport they like so much. Wingardium leviosa."
"Oh, and don't forget your necklace." Roisin's mother placed a Butterbeer bottlecap necklace around her neck.
Roisin grinned gently and followed her parents out of the house to an area out back where her brothers were wrestling in forms that no other wizards could even attempt.
"Boys!" her father called, "Get up and help your mother carry your things into the car. No magic."
The boys disentangled themselves and groaned. Physical labor was the source of most of their annoyances. They didn't see why they had to pick things up manually when a swish and a flicker could do the same trick.
Once the trunks were securely in the car, the boys made for the outermost seats, for the most space of course. Lysander then poked his head out of the window and directed his voice towards Roisin. "No way are you gonna be in Ravenclaw, half-wit!"
"At least I know there's no difference between Monkswood and Wolfsbane!" said Roisin.