Just A Girl.
Rose-Anna Smith is a typical 16 year old girl, well, don't all stories start off like that. Rose is in her 6th year at Hogwarts, she is in Ravenclaw house and if it's one thing she doesn't understand its life. Trouble follows Rose around like a puppy, she's a bright girl, but has no friends. All she wants is someone to talk to, but when her charms book goes missing in the Library it gets returned to her from a mystery person, can she find out who it is? Can she finally overcome everything that happened last year?
Chapter One:
Hogwarts Dorm.
Sunlight shone through the heavy blue curtains of the girls Ravenclaw dorm as the birds sat upon the windowsill of the Ravenclaw tower on the west side of the school. This setting may seem like a complete fairy tale, in fact, it is completely real! Rose turned over in her huge four-poster bed. Her smooth crisp sheets with her itchy woven blanket on top made Rose toss and turn uncomfortably.
"Or yet in wise old Ravenclaw, if you've a ready mind, where those of wit and learning will always find their kind." Were the words of Regina Goldspink's alarm clock, Rose had never known so much of a nerd in her life. Rose's chocolate brown wavy hair fell over her face as she turned over once again trying to get comfy. Her strappy blue tank top and her light green pajama bottoms could only just be seen amongst the tangled bedding.
"Oh my god Suli those pants are so totally hot!" Padma cried
"Thanks babe I got them from France when I went over in the summer! Louis Vutton HQ is totally hot right now!"
"Oh my god Marietta can I borrow your staighteners? Daddy promised he's get them fixed before I came back but the company said they were like so totally broken so Daddy has to go back to America to get some more for me!"
"No way!"
"Yes way!"
"Mandy!"
"Totally! That's hot!"
"Yu-huh!"
"OH MY GOD! I broke a nail!"
"Lisa!!!"
"EMERGANCY NAIL GLUE!"
Rose tossed over again and pulled her pillow over her head to try and block out the shrieks of laughter coming from the girls in the bathroom. How they ever got into Ravenclaw she'll never know. Finally at 7:30 Rose decided to get up, by this time the girls were worrying about clothes, she needed to get out of here. She had not liked girls ever since she came to Hogwarts, what with two sisters back at home just as ditzy and blonde as the rest of them, she felt like an outcast. She did not spend hours on make up or hair or clothes like the rest of them did, she wasn't out to attract boys, she just wanted to get school out of the way and carry on her studies as an Auror, just like her cousin Adelé. She had one friend at Hogwarts and that was a Hufflepuff girl called Jane who had left in her third year due to an unknown illness, but Rose knew it was because her father was a Death Eater and couldn't bare to have his child in any other house but Slytherin. Rose, being a tough cookie, always told Jane to fight back and give her father a good talking to. But Jane being a small, timid and quiet girl never had the courage to ever stand up to her father. This landed Rose back into isolation.
Rose pushed past the pack of screaming girls that she was forced to share a dorm with. She would rather have shared with boys really, she preferred their company a lot more than she did with girls. She found girls so… irritating!
After a mix of clothes and make up being tossed over her head she finally found her way to the bathroom. She closed her dark brown wooden eyes as she splashed luke-warm water over her face and neck. She stepped into the shower room which was finally empty; she hated having to shower with other girls.
30 minutes later Rose was finishing doing up her tie as the bell rang for Breakfast at 8am. Moving slowly as possible to avoid the rush of shrieking girls to the door to get out. She closed the jointed picture frame on her bedside table, in one a picture of her family, her mum Clare, her dad Oliver, her sisters Madeleine and Amelia and her brothers Jack, Callum, William. In the other, her dog Emily who was just a puppy when she left to go to Hogwarts. She closed it and put it in her side draw, it was one of her most prized possessions as she didn't go home that much. She wrote to her oldest sister Madeleine most because she was closer to her. Madeleine was the only one in the family who really understood Rose for who she really was, for her being a witch and her being an outcast in this place and for her unhappiness. All Rose really wanted was a friend.
Rose slung her bag over her shoulder and ran out after the girls to breakfast. Every morning she would walk out of the portrait hole and along the corridor where the portraits would whisper about the presentation of the girls and boys on their way to breakfast.
"Oh don't they look lovely today?"
"No, if I was headmaster here I would make them all wear trousers and shirts!"
"Even the girls?"
"Even the girls!"
This was the usual banter that Rose heard on the way to Breakfast.
"Well I think this particular young lady looks rather stunning!" said an old man, pointing a slender finger at Rose
"Me?" Rose looked astonished
"Yes, I think your hair colour is one of a kind, where do you originate from?" Rose thought for a moment
"My grandmother was Polish"
"You have Polish eyes"
"I do?" Rose had never given it a thought
"Yes, very big, distinguished, icy," the portrait went on. Rose looked a little confused, "don't worry!" he reassured her "It's a good thing!"
"Thanks!" Rose smiled before she carried onto breakfast she turned back to the painting, "Excuse me, what's your name?"
"I am Professor Swainham" the portrait smiled, "I was once a professor here at Hogwarts, I used to teach Defense Against The Dark Arts,"
"DADA Teacher?" Rose recited, "That must've been great!"
"Sadly, I thought the same…"
"Sadly?" Rose looked confused, "If you don't mind me asking Professor," Rose had realized she had made him uncomfortable
"I was killed … by a student" Professor Swainham looked sorrowful, "I did not know his name, weather he was found out, expelled, killed or not,"
"That's horrible!" Rose was mortified
"Blonde hair, almost white, almost icy, piercing blue eyes, pointed nose, defined features," the Professor seemed to have lost his train of thought because he had a glazed look in his eyes. Rose knew it was time to go
"Well, thanks!" She said and hurried on with a pack of Gryffindors to breakfast, "Goodbye!" She called over her shoulder.