Rose stalked into her room. She was sopping wet since Hugo, her annoying brother, he had used some enchanted rope and tied it to a gallon bucket full of water. When Rose walked underneath the rope, the enchanted rope spilled water all over the unsuspecting Rose.
Rose plopped down in an armchair near the fire and observed her surroundings. Her room wasn't big, a thirteen foot square at most. The walls were a vibrant fushia and the carpet and ceiling was a calming tan color.
One corner was plastered with posters of proper wand movements to conjure spells. An entire wall was covered in wooden shelves packed with school books and other factual books. Although Rose was only a 2nd year, she read books that could make 6th year's heads spin.
In one corner that had beautiful flowers that her mum had painted, her barn owl, Coco cooed in a large cage with many hanging toys and treats.
Her elegant carved cream bed sat in one corner with muted purple pillows thrown lazily on it. Rose's favorite wall, was in fact not a wall at all. It was actually a window. Out of her window she could see her Grandmum Weasley teaching Hugo to de-gnome the garden
Even though the Burrow was now in the possession of the Potter's and Weasley's and magically stretched higher to fit both the families. Grandmum still insisted the garden kept de-gnomed and rapidly growing. Grandmum and Grandpop Weasley still lived in the house in their old bedroom.
Rose sighed as she heard another explosion from James's room.