Rose Weasley's Steps to Rebellion
Prologue
The problem with being smart is that it comes to define you. When people look at you they don't see you, they see homework help or a walking talking encyclopaedia. Rose Weasley was sick of it. She had been defined by things out of her control all her life. First it was the Weasley thing. She had red hair and freckles, and the entirety of Hogwarts knew her as 'a Weasley' for five whole years. Then it was the prefect thing. She was one of the best, in the eyes of the teachers at any rate. She was no nonsense, and didn't hold to any mucking around, especially during lessons. Then, when she won the Prestigious Award for Young Witches and Wizards that Showed Incredible Talent in Sixth year, she was defined by that as well. But no one ever stopped to wonder what she was like underneath the goody two shoes persona and her impeccably neat school uniform. No one saw the girl that she was when she was locked up in her bedroom at home, trying on 4 inch heels and showgirl makeup. (Okay, so the heels had happened once, because she had fallen and twisted her ankle after taking two steps but it still counted.)(And maybe the makeup had given her a rash, but so what?)
But all that was going to change. Rose Weasley would be going into her final year at Hogwarts in a month and she would be damned if people didn't change their opinions of her in the next year. She was going to be a rebel. And drink alcohol. And maybe even get a tattoo- although apparently they hurt quite a bit so maybe not.
Rose Weasley would be gone. In her place instead there would be... Well, still Rose Weasley, because she wasn't old enough to change her name, but an infinitely cooler version of Rose Weasley, with dyed hair and piercings not in her ears. Unless they hurt as well.
Her rebellion would have to wait for the moment though, because she had a potions essay to write. It wasn't due for another month, but her mum had always taught her do homework as soon as possible.
It occurred to her, while onto the second foot of parchment, that this rebellion thing may be harder than she had anticipated.
Her first plan of action was simple. Make a plan of action. She would write a list, and when she had completed all of the things on that list she would be an out of control rebel. One that got 5 O's at NEWTs of course, because she didn't want to disappoint her parents. She grabbed the notebook from the second drawer of her desk that she had bought for Lily because if she was going to plan her rebellness, she might as well do it in another person's book right? Because she was a rebel, and that's what rebels did. Probably. She opened it and scrawled decisively on the first page before her conscience caught up with her. She sat up when she was done, and looked down on it satisfied. In big, bold letters across the top it read:
ROSE WEASLEY'S STEPS TO BECOMING A REBEL
Sneak out of the house
Dye hair. (Black? No, too clichéd. Blond? Purple? Green? Red- dammit.
Get a piercing. Eyebrow. Or lip. Whichever hurts the least.
Swear in front of adult. (Mum/Dad/Uncle Harry/ Teacher)
Partake in some form of violence
Skip a class
Don't do homework (Unless it's important)
Get a detention.
Get a boyfriend that parents don't approve of. (Muggle? Malfoy?)
Smoke (but only when people can see because it might make you ill)
Plan Turn into a Rebel was now in progress.
Except she needed to give it a cooler name. She was pretty sure that cool people didn't actually worry that much about being cool. She had heard that that was actually what made them cool, but she hoped to Merlin that it wasn't, because then she'd be stuck as a loser forever.