Disclaimer: J K Rowling owns all characters.
I will try and add to this whenever I can. Hopefully you'll stick around because it is going somewhere.
I was proud of my half blood parentage. I enjoy the excitement of my father's world, with the quidditch, the magic and the wonderful things that went on and existed, but at the same time I loved the security of my mother's muggle world, with the literature, the music and the normality of it all.
I especially loved Christmas, and it was all because it involved me being able to see my whole family. The same thing happened every year, but I loved it. For one day a year, every member of my family on my father's side would go to my grandparent's house on Christmas day, all the grandchildren however stayed for an extra week afterwards to get spoiled more. My grandparents live in a house they called the Burrow. It isn't the biggest or grandest place in the world, but it's always warm, cozy, and welcoming. It is the one day where the house is filled with the people I love, and after dinner the little arguments, and an afternoon quidditch match, everyone sits down together with hot chocolate and we all talk about life and school and work. Most years though, this usually turns into a bit of a family party. Someone ends up breaking out the firewhiskey, and everyone gets a bit merry and we all end up staying up until three in the morning dancing to the old muggle records my granddad owns. Then the following morning, all the parents leave only to return a week later to collect their children. It's the one week a year that I look forward too. However for the past three years, it has been a completely different story.
*BANG*
Something, hit the desk in front of me. Something hit the desk hard. "Miss Weasley, if you want to pass your N.E.W.T exams next year, I suggest you concentrate in my lessons. If you would prefer it, maybe a detention will help you to catch up with today's notes?" Professor McGonagall asked, "You're not usually a daydreamer, see me after class." And with that the bell rang and class began to file out. I sighed, it was 2 months until Christmas and now McGonagall was going to give me the third degree about my wandering mind today.
Professor McGonagall was as strict as ever. She didn't give me detention, but she did set me another essay for homework, and lecture me that prefects should be the ones behaving in class. It didn't look like it was going to be a great week at school this week. It was my sixth year at Hogwarts and out of all my timetables I've ever had, this was the worst. Friday, double transfiguration before lunch, and then double potions after. To add to this, I woke up late and had nothing for breakfast, not to mention, I looked like I had been dragged through the forest backwards. Plus I hadn't seen my favourite cousin yet.
I finally stepped out of McGonagall's classroom into the cool corridor, and shut the door behind me. Right now, I didn't want food; I just wanted an hour of peace and quiet in my common room, the Ravenclaw common room. After leaving the classroom, I automatically turned left, to head towards the staircases. And that's where I ran into her, my favourite cousin, Lily Potter.
I couldn't even get hello out before Lily sprang into a conversation. "Rose Weasley! Where the hell have you been hiding? Lunch started 10 minutes ago and I need a gossip fix already. Wanna grab some food and then wander to the tree?" she enquired.
Lily Potter, my saviour in cousin form. She may have been in the year below me, but she look older than me by years. It didn't help that we were polar opposite in the looks department. She had poker straight brown hair that fell just past her shoulders and big green eyes, which were all thanks to her dads genes, where as I had wavy auburn hair that fell just short of my shoulders and blue eyes, which were all thanks to my dad genes. The only similarities were that we are both about the same height, which on my last check was about 5 foot 4, and we both had curves in the right places. However, right now, she looked gorgeous, and I looked a damn mess.
"Lily, I would LOVE to do that. It isn't even the end of the day and I'm already up to my neck in work! I think I'm in the need a good conversation." I replied without hesitation.
"Tell me about it, Rosie!" she beamed at me, before linking my arm, and dragging me to the Great Hall.