When I wake up, the sun is peeking through my orange curtains, and my peach-yellow blankets are lying on the hardwood floor. I enjoy the serene moment for a while.
"Rosie! Breakfast will be ready in fifteen minutes, so get ready!" My mother yells from the kitchen. Our house is a cozy two-story cottage nestled between two hills. On the other side of hill on the right is grandparents' house, The Burrow. On the left side, there is a nice little creek, a lush flowerbed, and a slightly bigger cottage, where my Uncle Bill and my Aunt Fleur live with their kids. I don't know why though. I'm thinking about that when I realize that ten minutes have already passed, and mum hates it when I'm late for breakfast. I jump out of bed, pull on my jumper, put on some my fuzzy slippers, and run downstairs. Yes, I ran down the stairs. Fortunately for me, (Unfortunately for dad) I crash into my father, and knock him down the stairs with me."ROSE! RONALD! IN THE NAME OF DUMBLEDORE'S BEARD! WHAT WERE YOU TWO DOING?" shrieks my mother. "Yeah Rosie, what were we doing?" grumbles my dad, rubbing his head. My mother's look softens a little bit, and then she rushes toward us, inspecting us for any bumps or bruises. "Sorry dad. Sorry mum." I mumble quietly. "What was all that noise about, mummy? Did Louie try to play with Crookshanks?" mumbles Hugo, my little brother, rubbing his eyes. Louie is our two year old Golden Retriever, and Crookshanks is my mother's very old, grouchy, enormous cat. Dad, Hugo, and I all suspect that Crookshanks is immortal, since my mother has had him since her third year at Hogwarts. And she is thirty-nine. We all sit on the round breakfast table, eating our breakfast. Dad reads the Daily Prophet while eating his eggs "Oh look Hermione, they've hired a new Potions teacher. Her name is Vera Venacello."
"Ro, I know you want to be in Gryffindor (and so do I), but you've been sort of obsessed with that book!" said my best friend, Al. He reaches for my book (My mum's old copy of Hogwarts: A History), but I pull it to my chest protectively. I've been studying all the houses at Hogwarts, ever since we got on the Hogwarts Express. Technically, his full name is Albus Severus Potter, but we've known each other since we were babies, I call him Al, he calls me Ro. His parents are Ginny Weasley and Harry Potter, and my parents are Hermione Granger and Ronald Weasley. I inherited my parent's traits. I have a small nose, I'm at a normal height, I have auburn curls, and a patch of freckles on my nose. Honestly, I can't wait to get to Hogwarts! It seems like such a long time ago that I waved good-bye to my mum and dad, but it was just a two hours ago. "Al, please, I've waited so long for this! Aren't you in the least bit curious about Hogwarts?" I question, he looks at me for a moment, deep in thought, "Well… of course I'm curious. But mum and dad have told me so many stories… I almost feel as if I've already been there. The only thing that bothers me is the Sorting. What if I get put in Slytherin?" I roll my eyes, lately all he talks about is the Sorting. I'm not worried about the Sorting; I already know I'll be in Gryffindor. But, he looks so worried. I smile warmly, and try to encourage him "Al, it'll be okay. The Sorting Hat knows where you should go." I reach over and put my hand on his, grinning "And remember… the Sorting Hat takes your choice into consideration…" He grins back. "Yeah, I remember."
The Great Hall isn't just great. It's fabulous! It's enormous, with great stained glass windows, floating candles, long oak tables, and the most spectacular part is the enchanted ceiling that reflects the weather outside. Tonight, an ink-black sky is sprinkled with stars, "It's beautiful!" cries another first-year girl. I can't help but agree. We make our way to the front. There, standing straight, her dark graying hair in a bun is Professor McGonagall. She reads the instructions very quickly, and before I know it, she's reading the names. "Abbott, Daisy" (The Longbottom's daughter), "Barton, Evan; Bulling, Rain; Patel, Christy, Stevenson; Carson, Carol; Lewis, Lilac." The list goes on and on. "Weasley, Rose." I walk up confidently, and sit on the stool. She places the hat on my head. "Another Weasley? Oh, Ronald Weasley and Hermione Granger's daughter… You know Rose; your mother was almost in Ravenclaw herself. You think you'll be in Gryffindor? Ha! No, young girl, your parents were lucky, but you won't do any good in Gryffindor. No, it'll be RAVENCLAW!" My face whitens. I can see everyone murmur and whisper. I look at Al desperately, but he's completely shocked. I go and sit at the Ravenclaw table. I perk up when I hear "Potter, Albus" I hear the hat's voice yell Slytherin. My eyes water a bit. I know how much not getting into Slytherin meant to Al. I wish I could tell him "Al… maybe it's for the best." But I can't lie to Al. I just wish he wasn't in Slytherin and I wasn't in Ravenclaw.
I still can't accept I'm in Ravenclaw, not even when I'm already in the common room. The common room is a big circular room, with blue and bronze wallpaper depicting prehistoric battles, mythical creatures. Next to the door, there is a life-size marble statue of Rowena Ravenclaw wearing the lost diadem. There are three indigo sofas and several armchairs, sitting in front of a blazing fire. The view is amazing, I can't lie about that. I'm already writing a letter to mum and dad. But it's so short it's more like a note.
Dear mum and dad, I'm going to go straight to the point.
The hat placed me in Ravenclaw!
I really thought I was going to be in Gryffindor! Mum, the hat said… the hat said you were almost in Ravenclaw!
Is it lying? Were you? I'm very nervous right now. I don't know anyone in Ravenclaw!
Al got in Slytherin! He looked very sad. Wish me luck!
Love, Rose. XOXO
When I wake up, people are already hustling by, getting ready, combing their hair, and chatting to their friends. I look at the bed next to me. There's a girl sitting on her bed, combing her white-blond hair. She has pale skin, and a copy of the Quibbler in her hands. Hugo and I love reading the Quibbler. We love reading about the fabled Crumple-Horned Snorkack, and giggling over silly myths about Ministry officials. "Excuse me," I say "But is that the Quibbler you're reading?" She looks up at me with cornflower blue eyes. "Yes, I am reading the Quibbler. I helped my mum write an article about Mermaids, and I realized I made a typographical error. Why do you ask?" She has a rather quiet voice, but then again, I do too. "I love the Quibbler! It's very interesting. But how did you get to write an article?" I question politely. "Oh, haven't I told you? I'm so forgetful! My dad is Rolf Scamander, and my mum is Luna Lovegood, the editor. Sometimes, she'll let me write an article." My jaw drops. My mother and father have told me many stories of Luna Lovegood, and she never ceases to amaze me. I reach my hand out, "I'm Rose Weasley, pleasure to meet you!" She grins, and shakes my hand. "Lulu Scamander and it's nice to meet you too, Rose." I'm all smiles for the rest of the day. We eat breakfast together (toast with jam, grapes, and a glass of milk), and look over our schedules. Classes begin at eight O' clock in the morning, and first period, I have Herbology with Professor Longbottom; second, is Transfiguration with Professor McGonagall; third, I have Charms with Professor Flitwick; fourth, I have lunch; fifth, is Potions with Professor Venacello; sixth, I have Defense Against the Dark Arts with Professor Claudius; seventh, I have History of Magic with Professor Whillards. Slytherin house is in most of our classes, so I see Al quite a lot. He sits next to a boy with platinum blonde hair, a sharp chin, and pale skin. In Potions we can get in groups of three, so I go to Al and his new friend.
"Hey Al. Who's your friend?" I ask, pointing towards the other boy who's cheeks redden. He nods and introduces us, "Rose, this is Scorpius-" The boy-Scorpius-looks up, his pupils dilated. "Sorry, but Rose? You can't be Rose Weasley?" I roll my eyes and nod. "And you're Scorpius Malfoy then?" He nods. "Erm, well, I guess there's no need to introduce you two to each other. So anyways, let's work on this Potion. Scorpius and Rose, can you get the materials? We need powdered bicorn horn, dittany, lizard's leg, and moonseed. I'll get the cauldron set up." Reluctantly, I accompany Scorpius and get the supplies.