Prologue
Rose was tired. She had spent the entire day running after Nymphadora, Teddy and Victorie's two year old daughter. And now, she thought tiredly, she was never babysitting the girl again, even if it meant a few extra galleons. Sighing, Rose pulled herself off the couch to go see what Dora was doing.
"Dora?" she asked, looking around the room.
"Here Aunt Wosie!" came a voice, as a little blonde head poked out of the kitchen door.
"What time did your mum say she was coming again?" Rose asked.
"She didn't."
Rose groaned internally. If she had to deal with Dora a moment longer she would just pass out. Her frustration did not go unnoticed, for Dora frowned and opened her mouth. The door chose to ring at that precise moment though, and she got up, relived to escape her nieces incessant questioning.
Reaching for the doorknob, with Dora following at her heels, Rose opened the door to reveal Victore, smiling with her long blonde hair pulled back into a ponytail.
"Rosie!" she screamed, pulling the girl in for a hug. "Thank you so much for taking care of Dora, it being such short notice and all. And the day before Hogwarts starts as well. And you are head girl too, aren't you?"
Of course she was.
"I'm just so glad you could help me. But I do have to run, I'll see you later," Victorie said, all in one breath, before running out the door, Dora in hand.
Rose sighed. It was going to be a long year.