Rose was studying herself in the mirror. Her dark blue eyes swept over the long reddish hair which lay in loose curls over her chest, then moving up to study her light pink lips and her freckled face. After counting some of her freckles she looked down to her hands. She then wrinkled her nose and looked away from her hands and instead looked herself in the eyes. There was nothing special with Rose Weasley. She looked just like any other girl in her age, and if her family had been any other family she probably wouldn't be standing in front of the mirror trying to figure out what was wrong with her.
Her family consisted of witches and wizards, and according to ordinary people they would be the strange ones. But in Rose's world, she became the strange one because she was just an ordinary person.
Rose was no witch, she was what her family called a squib, or non-magical. Rose hated both words, squib she hated because it sounded like a disease and non-magical because it described just what she wished she had, but did not have... magic.
She shook her head and turned away from the mirror. She knew her situation was better than many others like her. Being one of the children to the golden trio meant that many in the wizarding world still treated her as one of them and her mother's parents were muggles, which meant that she had someone she could talk about common things with who knew little about the wizard world.
She grabbed a photo album that lay on the writing desk beside the mirror and crossed the floor to her bed. She lay down on her stomach with a pillow under her jaw and opened the photo album. The photos were of her and her family, most of the of her end her favorite cousin Albus. They were incredibly close until they turned 11 and he went away to Hogwarts and Rose didn't. They still were close, but he lived a life that Rose couldn't fully be a part of. Albus hade sometimes joked that she could be the caretaker of Hogwarts because the man who was caretaker now also was a squib. The rest of her cousins always laughed at that, which made Rose even more sad because she felt like they were laughing because she wasn't like them.
"Rose, it's time to get ready, we'll leave in two hours!" Hermione showed from downstairs.
Rose closed the photo album and rolled over on to her back. Today she and the rest of the family were going to a exhibit of the Wizard War that her parents and her uncle Harry was a part of, they were the war heroes. She closes her eyes and took a deep breath before pushing of her bead and went to get ready for the big evening.