Allergic
Little Rose Weasley was walking down a hallway in her home. Her father was working at the Ministry and her mother was, once again, helping her Uncle George. Rose was sick of not seeing her mother. Rose was sure her mother didn't even know that she was allergic to trees.
When her father found out Rose was allergic to trees, he was disappointed that she wouldn't be able to play Quidditch. After awhile though, he started to understand, but still a little sad. When Rose's younger brother, Hugo Weasley, was able to fly, her father was eccentric. He was still allergic to unicorns, but her father was proud.
"That's my boy!" Her father had shouted as her little brother was lifted into the air. His curly brown hair and sparkling blue eyes made him look like a future stud. Oh, Rose knew that he would break a few hearts when he would go to Hogwarts.
Little Rose Weasley would be in her 3rd year at Hogwarts coming September 1st of that year. Her little brother would be in his 2nd year.
Rose was had a slight skip in her step when she remembered she could go to Hogsmeade that year.
"Rose?" A voice asked. Her father's face appeared in the fireplace.
"Ya dad?" Rose asked, tilting her curly red hair as her sparkling blue eyes looked at her father.
"Is it OK that you make Hugo some dinner? I'm be late tonight," her father told her, blue eyes looking at her emotionlessly.
Rose sighed. Another night without dad. "Sure," Rose whispered. With that said, his head disappeared and Rose was left to cry, yet again.
"Didn't he realize that tomorrow was my early birthday?" Rose whimpered as she hugged her knees to her chest. Born on September 9th, her father thought it would be best to celebrate her birthday early. She still remembered his promise to be there for every early birthday. Thanks for breaking a promise dad.