"I can't do this."
Rose's head sank onto the parchment, tears held back only through the shame of being caught crying in front of her aunt. Ginny's ears caught the catch in her niece's voice, and hurried over from the cupboard where she'd been putting away the teacups. She sat quietly opposite Rose, and waited for the other to speak. "It's too hard. She wants me to be too much." Finally, the tears started, hitting the ink on the parchment and spreading out into murky patches.
Rose wept despairingly for several minutes, covering her face with her hands, until Ginny slid a soft linen handkerchief into reach. Another minute more, and the spate was over, the handkerchief now damp and slightly grubby.
"The Dumbledore Scholarship?" Ginny asked gently, knowing the answer already. This was, however, too much for the young girl, who dissolved into sobs again. It took another five minutes and a hot cup of tea to get to the point where Rose could talk again.
"It's not like Mum and Dad can't afford to send me". Rose hiccupped, then took another sip of tea. "But Mum wants me to be brilliant and clever and to start off like that, just like she used to be. And I'm not. I'm ME." She took a deep breath, then tried to explain. "Mum thinks it would be perfect if I were the next scholarship girl, but I don't even want them to know who I am. When I go to school, I want to make my own name, not live off theirs. And I want to follow my own paths, and find my own dreams..." and at that, the tears started again, silently, as Rose's head went down onto the parchment again.
Ginny gently stroked the back of the young girl's head. "You will find them, you know." She put her arms around her niece and held her tight. "I have dreams too. Some dreams can never come true, but some can. The ones I have now can. And I know it. And in my dreams, your dreams come true." And they sat there, in the gathering darkness, the strength flowing from one to the other.