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"Rosie! Oh, Rosie, come down here!" Hermione was screaming at the top of her lungs, bursting with excitement. Ron was playing chess against his son, Hugo, and they both jumped at the sound of Hermione's voice. They both rushed into the kitchen, and Ron gleamed when he saw the gray-white owl with a letter attached to its foot with a gold Hogwarts emblem seal. Rose came leaping down the stairs.

"What, Mum?" She landed in the kitchen with a big PLOMP, her flaming red curls trailing behind her. Rose Weasley had hair like her father, and she had the dark brown eyes of her mother. She was a very short girl for her age, just beating her 9-year-old brother, Hugo, by an inch. Hermione held up the over-filled envelope and handed it to Rose.

"Oh," she started in a sing-song voice, "our daughter is going into Hogwarts." She grabbed Rose and pressed Rose's face in her stomach during an overwhelming hug.
"Mum, let go!" Rose squealed as she pushed her mother away. She took the envelope and stared down at it.

She was actually a witch, and now she was going to Hogwarts! She couldn't believe it; Rose opened the envelope and saw a letter addressed to her inside. She opened it and glanced at the letter from Professor Volans. Rose read intently, while Hermione felt an impulse to embrace her daughter once more.

Oh my little Rosie is growing up, Hermione thought. Next Hugo will be going, and then we will be all alone... At that moment, Ron interrupted Hermione's trance; he could see the terrified look on her face.
"Erm, come on Hugo. Let's see just how well you've been paying attention." Ron's deep blue eyes glanced up at Hermione's strained face. "Dear?" he asked caringly. Hermione suddenly looked at him, and then sighed.
"Coming," she stated softly.

They left Rose in her peace, but she wanted to be somewhere else, somewhere private. She carefully dashed once again up the steps, two at a time, and closed the door shut. The door had thankfully been sealed using the Imperturbable Charm by her Uncle George when her parents weren't looking. Rose sighed and leaned back against the cherry-wood paneled door. Sliding down the only egress, she looked around her room at the coral walls covered with posters of the Holyhead Harpies Qudditch team with her Aunt Ginny winking back at her. Even though it didn't move, her picture of muggle heart-throb Erec Barre was her favorite.

She traced the lines with the tip of her finger that contoured around each individual ab muscle, the way his violet-colored eyes shined against his golden tan made him the exact object of perfection in her mind. Having one dance with Erec would complete this dream. He would twirl her, and Rose's long, charcoal ballgown would make her look as if she were perfect for him. It wasn't until she tripped over the foot of the chair and onto her stomach in the middle of the bed that she finally snapped back to reality.

To be dreaming of such this was childish, especially at a time like this. She should be preparing for Hogwarts; she only had a month. Why had she put it off? It was almost inconceivable for her not to be a witch. Now she had to read as much as she could. It was time to take charge.