Hi! I didn't lie when I said I was going to start writing a new story, I felt like it, this one is a bit more, eh, lively.
Enjoy!
Confidence Rose, confidence, that's what got you here, that's what's going to get you through, yes, I am Rose Weasley, brightest witch of my age, I can do this better than anyone else even that git Scorpius Malfoy, that's right I'm better than everyone, okay, this is getting a bit out of hand. Alright enough with the mental pep talk, checklist time:
Clothes? Perfect, absolutely perfect, pencil black skirt with white shirt tucked in, all buttons buttoned up, shoes, lovely, sweater, I need a sweater, there you go much better.
Make-up? Alright, I was never too good at it doing it myself, maybe I should've called Dom, right, she's in France, oh well, that'll do.
Hair? Bloody mess as always, thanks, mum.
20 minutes later
Much better, it's all smooth and silky, I wonder how long it'll stay like this. Hopefully forever, eh, not happening. I tied into a ponytail like I did every day of my life, and with that I was set.
Well not exactly, now came the most important part of the checklist:
Confidence? 160% like always.
I smiled to my reflection sliding my hand through the creases of the shirt I was wearing, now I'm just perfect.
So what if I have made a mind-checklist thingy, we all do it at one point in out lives, and I, Rose Weasley, have decided that this is the vital moment of my life to do it. Because guess what, I'm going to my first job interview today, okay, it's not an exact job, it's an internship at the Ministry of Magic, but it counts nonetheless, have I mentioned I'm only sixteen?
So, shouldn't I be at school, you're mad if you think I would quit school, absolutely spiffing, because it's summer and it's a summer job, er, internship.
EW! Who would want to spend their summer in a scrawny office you ask yourself, me, that's who.
I'm Rose Weasley, sixteen year old 'genius' as most teachers at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry put it, daughter of the own wizard genius of her age Hermione Granger, and my, er, humorous father Ron Weasley. I'm sure I don't have to enlighten you about their life story, all of the wizard world knows it already and so should you, wait you're a Muggle? Bugger off, not in the Voldemort-I-hate-Muggles-must-kill-them way, in the you-shouldn't-know-about-magic way. So yeah, bye, Muggle.
Anyway, I have a little freak of a brother called Hugo, who you really don't want to meet, and...do I really have to list every person in my family, it's a bit much, plus you'll see them throughout the story, sorry I'm a bit hot-headed like my hair, get it? My hair is red, no? Damn, maybe I should've told you my hair was red first before saying that joke, bollocks, ooooh spaz Rose Weasley just swore, well guess what newbie I swear a lot, just in my head though, and I'm quite sarcastic too, get used to it, Bob, yes I've just named you Bob, conscience, so you're mad now? Well, I'm Rose Weasley, yeah, thought that would shut you up.
"Rosie," I heard my mom yell from downstairs, "you're going to be late to your internship if you don't get down now," my hands shook a bit, and my eyes turned darker thank the usual blue, this always happened when I was nervous, which didn't happen much. I didn't get nervous for tests or quizzes, but I did remember a few very scarce situations where this happened as well.
The first day I went to Hogwarts was probably the worst of all, I was a bit freaked out of what my father had said to me, like, 'you have to be in Gryffindor, blah blah,' but luckily I was sorted into Gryffindor. And that's it, okay, I was pretty nervous about the O.W.L's I spent all of my year studying for them, but they went brilliantly to my relief, I couldn't say the same for other members of my family though...
I skipped down the steps giving my dad a great big hug, okay I'm a daddy's girl, "Honey Muffins," he started, don't ask how he got that nickname for me, it's a long and painful story, okay fine if you insist:
So when I was about four months old I was walking, baby walking, on the kitchen floor, and I apparently, story was retold by my parents since humans can't remember things until they are three, smelt something delicious, and they were Muffins, freshly baked, my mum had just left them on the counter since she had gone outside to help dad with something, not sure what, maybe they were snogging, ugh ew bad mental picture, anyway, I smelt delicious muffins and I being the determined little thing had to get them some way, so I crawled to the corner of the kitchen where there was a...dun, dun, dun, broom! Not a Quidditch one you twats, an actual Muggle broom, mom insists in using 'the Muggle way' for multiple things, unless she's tired then she just uses her wand, she always regrets it later though, back to the story. I got the broom somehow grabbing it, and crawling back to where the counter where the muffins where and I smartly pushed them off the counter and they all fell on the floor with a crash which equalled a very happy baby, a.k.a me. Later my parents found me there, I had eaten about three, muttering 'Muffin' repeatedly while devouring them, so that's how I got the nickname.
Wow, boring story.
"Daddy," I said hugging him more tightly,
"I'm so proud of you, we all are,"
"Count me out," I heard Hugo's voice call, "who's stupid enough to waste their summer working, weird-o," he exclaimed going upstairs,
"Ignore him," mum said putting her hand on my shoulder looking down at me with her golden brown eyes, I smiled weakly at the pair of them, they were so great I loved my parents.
"Let's go," Hermione said wrapping her arms around me as we apparated to the Ministry.
"It's so huge," that's what she said, woah Fred has taken too much influence in me, plus since when do I 'that's what she said' what I say myself, since when do I do that's what she said jokes?
"It is, magnificent really," my mum responded, that's what she said, woops, "let's go find your new boss," we entered an elevator which went to the tenth floor which read 'The Department of Magical Law Enforcement,' in a fancy cursive font,
"Er mom," I started,
"Yes?"
"Isn't this where you work," I asked my eyes opened a bit wider, no, no, no, please no,
"Yes," she said smiling in a sinister way, oh, bloody hell,
"Mum, what is the name of my summer boss," I asked slowly, no, no, no, please no,
"Hermione Jean Granger," she answered firmly, opening the door to the elevator as it stopped, I gulped.
So sure I loved my mum, but only when she was mum, outside of our own little cute family she was a crazed maniac overworked citizen and that's not even part of it. I never helped her with anything that had to do with her job because she went a bit mad and started running around the house saying uncomprehegsive things, so hopefully you see why I'm a bit freaked at the moment,
"Mum?" I asked quietly as we walked towards her office, cringe.
"Yes, Miss Weasley?" she responded, please don't tell me she is going to call me that from now on, I'm her daughter for goodness sakes,
"You're mad," I whispered silently to myself,
"What was that, Miss Weasley?" she asked sharply, just like her steps, clack, clack, clack, on the wooden floor, she was scary. Her face was in a scowl her arms crossed in front of her body her hair in a neat bow, once again, cringe.
"Er, I'm so excited!" I said a bit louder, she turned and smiled, and for a second I had a bit of hope that she wasn't as mad as I thought, wrong.
When I turned to look at her desk there was somebody standing next to it, it was obviously a boy since he was wearing a suit, he was turned around leaning on my mothers desk, that was his first mistake, he was also whistling a song from that really old band 'The Weird Sisters' or something, repulsive, that was his second mistake,
"Ahem," my mother said coughing loudly, "Mr. Malfoy," wha-? Mr. Malfoy? The person standing there straightened up turning around looking at my mother,
"Sorry Mrs. Weasley," he said quickly his face showing he was clearly scared, you've sort of got to when it's Hermione Weasley.
"Miss Weasley," she said turning to look at me as my eyes were opened up wide at the person standing right there, what the hell is he doing here? "meet your new work partner," she announced happily like it was some kind of ceremony.
Wait, did she just say work partner? Yes, brain, work partner a person that works with y- wait, what?
You've got to be bloody kidding me, she doesn't expect me, Rose Weasley, to work with this, this, idiotic git, this, scum, outrageous, outrageous I tell you. Of all the work partners she could've chosen out of my pathetic little world she could've chosen someone else, someone who isn't, cringe, Scorpius Malfoy.
Madness, fucking madness.
What'd you think?
Review?