A/N In this fanfic, Rose has the infamous Weasley temper, so if she seems a little angry for a first year, that's the explanation. Please review this, because I really need it, and follow me, too, because that helps get my spirits up for writing more. I hope I don't let you down with this one, because I spent a long time on it. Thanks!
Rose POV
A stray ray of sunlight hits the page of my book like a flashlight in a blackout. It startles me, and I blink once again as the figure in front of me shifts.
"How long did you stay down here this time, Rosie?" Dad asks. I try to return to the world of the book I am reading, but begrudgingly answer his question anyway.
"A few hours, maybe?" I mutter, flipping a page. Dad grumbles and snatches the book from my hands. Gritting my teeth, I refuse to get angry, and grab another book off the shelf next to me.
"Do you know what time it is?" he inquires.
"No." I get halfway down the page, losing myself in the story before I can blow a fuse.
"Maybe you could just…" I block his voice out. The roar of battle and the cries of a child from inside the book overwhelm everything else as then new main character's features fill my head. "Rose!" A hand slams down on my page. I scowl and get up.
"I'm going!" I exclaim angrily. I grab the first book he took from me and go up the stairs, but I am careful not to ruin a single page.
"There you are!" Mum cries as I enter the kitchen. "We were looking all over for you!"
I mutter an apology under my breath, not really meaning it.
"Now get packed! The Hogwarts train will leave without you, you know." I grab a biscuit and take a quick bite before going to my room.
Kneeling beside my trunk, I select a few of my favorite books and place them inside. I go back to my bookshelf, and, biting my lip, pick out a few more. I continue doing this until my trunk is about half-full with books. Only partially satisfied, I put off my hunger for the rest of the books and move on to clothes, picking out some casual, some fancy, and some just lazy outfits. Pajamas, underwear, socks, shoes; all of them go into the trunk. I even pull out some jewelry: a couple bracelets and a few necklaces, one of them being a gold chain carrying a replica of a Golden Snitch. Which reminds me… I walk over to my bookshelf and pick a few Quidditch-based books and stack them on top of the others.
"Rose!" I jump at the sound of my name. Hugo, my little brother, walks in. "How're you gonna fit the rest of your things in you trunk with all of those books in there?"
I glare at him. "I'll find a way," I reply. He stares at me, but I ignore him.
"Rose, dear." I turn and see Mum in the doorway. "I'm afraid Hugo's right." She kneels next to me, trying to find a way to tell me. "You can't possibly fit all that into your trunk."
"I will," I answer stubbornly, but for a moment my confidence falters.
"Not like that you can't," she says, and I frown.
"What do you mean?" Mum takes out her wand and points it at my trunk, whispering something I can't hear. My trunk sort of blurs, and then focuses again.
"What—"
"Undetectable Extension charm," she explains, smiling. "So you can fit all of your books." My face lights up and I hug her tightly, wrapping my arms around her.
"Thank you, thank you, thank you!" I exclaim, completely and utterly ecstatic.
"You're quite welcome, Rosie." She kisses my forehead. "Now finish packing." I nod, smiling, and hug her one last time.
A/N Hope that was good. There's more coming, I promise! And we'll definitely be seeing some Scorpius...