The boy raced by them, almost knocking her over in the process. Rose found it odd that he was wearing a suit; a deep blue suit, carefully buttoned and creaseless to the point that she wondered if he'd used magic. She wasn't sure whether to be impressed or disgusted; what kind of eleven year old wore a suit?

Her mother clucked irritably, hand tightening around Rose's arm as she steered her to a compartment far from the one the boy had been heading to, grumbling under her breath. Rose barely caught "stuck-up" and "... manners".

She glanced around the overwhelming mass of people and hugged her kitten tighter against her chest. She caught the boy's eye. He paused at the doorway and flashed her a wink, before he was yanked inside by another, raven haired boy.

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She scowls and turns away from him, letting a sheet of blonde cut off his smile from her view. She honestly doesn't know how she's dealt with this dolt for three years.

"It's not my fault that you can't transfigure your teacup," he sings, the delicate patter of the perfect legs on his punctuating the smugness.

She tightens her fist around her wand, bending it alarmingly - it bloody well is his fault, he's always cracking jokes and flashing her that smile, how the heck is she supposed to do her own work then, how? And he's way too close to her, his breath is wafting her ear. Does he not understand the concept of personal space?

Her teacup staggers weakly on its pathetic, deformed legs before tipping over and cracking down one side. McGonagall clucks disapprovingly, giving her that look that says she can do better, she's just not trying.

Rose quells the urge to roll her eyes. "I can't do it," she announces, unembarrassed.

"Give it another try, Miss Tyler, if this was easy, I wouldn't be making you do it."

"Ooh, McG's not having any of it," he says, looking delighted.

Blimey, this boy is giving her a headache, all she wants is to step out for a minute and deal with the stupid teacup later.

She tosses him a withering look and tries again. "I have tried, professor. I just think I'd do a lot better if you showed me how again sometime later... " Stupid magic school with no asprin.

"Well, if you really think you need that, I suggest taking Mr. Smith's assistance. I'm sure he'd be keen to share his knowledge." Rose can practically sense the smile behind the austerity and honestly, even the teachers are screwing with her.

The idiot puffs his chest out a bit. "Of course, professor."

She nods and moves ahead, the smile leaking onto her face now, and Rose grits her teeth.

Great. Just great.

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A/N: Any and all errors are mine and caused by sleep deprivation and this tiny mobile screen.

Neither Doctor Who, nor Harry Potter belongs to me. I'm not even British. *single tear*

I haven't seen many Hogwarts AUs and wanted to give it a try. This'll probably come back later in some form or other.