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"Are we there yet, Mom?!" "Rose, darling, we're almost there. Just wait." Hermione glanced towards the back seat, where a mane of unruly auburn hair sat on top of a hyper 11 year old. She smiled, remembering her awe when she was that age…
"Daddy? Why couldn't we just go there by magic? It's a lot faster." Ron smiled into his rearview mirror. "Rosie, first of all, you're not old enough. Secondly, even if you were, your mother insists on doing somethings the muggle way." Ron glanced lovingly next to him, where Hermione sat, grinning foolishly. "Aw, Ron, I think that's the nicest thing you've said all day."
"Mom! I see it! King's Cross Station! Merlin's. Beard. Ahhh!" "Rose, please. Calm down." Hermione disapprovingly said, "Wait until you see your cousins. Then you'll really be excited." Rose's face lit up. "Oh, right! Albus's starting this year too! How could I forget that?" She conked herself on the head. They got out of the car, Hugo jumping up and down, pulling on Hermione's coat. It would be the first time he and Rosie would see the Hogwart's express.
Hermione looked at Rose. "Rosie, got all your trunks? Owl? Jumper? Yes? Good. Alright, let's go." Ron locked his car, a Ford Anglia. They set off together, Rose skipping every few steps.
"Mom?" "Hm? Oh, yes, darling?" "Um, I-I was just wondering, what house do you want me to get into? Because I know you, Daddy, Uncle Harry and Aunt Ginny all went to Gryffindor. James went there too. What happens if I get put into a different house?" Hermione thought a bit, looked at her watch, and glanced at her husband. "Ron, honey, I'm going to talk to Rosie a little bit. You take Hugo and go find the others, OK?" A look of understanding passed through two people who had had each other's back for more than 25 years. "Yep. C'mon Hugo." Ron winked at Rose and turned, pulling the luggage cart behind him.
Hermione sat down on a nearby bench, patting the bench next to her. "Sit, Rosie. I think we need to talk, hm?" Rosie sat with a sigh. "I don't know, Mom. I'm just so nervous. I mean, Gryffindor is where all the good guys come from right? What happens if I don't get put in there? Or, don't want to be in there?" She added that part quite softly. Hermione looked slightly shocked, but quickly shook it away. "That's fine, Rosie. The other houses have good qualities, too. Even Slytherin, but don't tell your dad I said that." Rose grinned. Her dad was known to hate anything or anyone that had to do with Sytherin.
"So, if you don't want to go to Gryffindor, where do you want to go?" "Well, I was thinking, um, Ravenclaw," Rose said with a small voice. "Really? That's a great choice. You know, if I wasn't put into Gryffindor, I myself, would've wanted to be put in Ravenclaw, too." Rose looked up at her mother. "Really?" Hermione nodded. "Of course. Intelligence is a key to a successful life." "Yea, I guess. But still, I'm the kid of two-thirds of the Golden Trio. I'm obviously not going to live up to your legacy." Hermione smiled, and gently said, "Rosie, look. No one is expecting anything. Your job is to go to Hogwarts, make some friends, and have a good time. But, of course, good grades," She added the last part quite sternly. "Oh, yea. Of course," Rose agreed, nodding her head fervently. "That's my Rosie. Come on, don't want to keep them waiting."
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