Two
Rose awakes with a grin spanning across her face. Quickly, she looks around the room to see many of the other first year girls asleep. She pushes the blankets off before she then jumps out of bed and onto Amelia's. "Guess what!" She shouts at the girl as she landswoth a fwoofth. Amelia jerks awake and screams, cowering behind her arms. "Amelia?"
Amelia peers through her arms before seeing Rose. "It's not a dream," she whispers to herself, slowly dropping her arms down.
"Are you ok?" Rose asks. Immediately Amelia smiles and grins as her eyes gaze around the room in wonder. With sunlight streaming in, the Gryffindor first year girl's bedroom looks more alive and even more welcoming. Hope sprang inside of her like flowers blooming in spring.
"I just...I thought maybe it'd been a dream, the whole magic thing." Rose smiles at her softly, concern briefly crinkling her forehead before she relaxes back. Her mother's words ringing briefly in her head, "sometimes it's not our place to ask, sometimes we have to wait for them to tell us what haunts them."
"It's the first day of classes," Rose laughs.
Amelia's jaw drops slightly in excitement, "Really?" She asks. Happiness bursts inside of her and Rose grabs her hands before they begin to jump up on the four poster bed with glee. The two, with the combined noise of their voice and the jumping, made quite a ruckus disturbing some of the sleepers.
"Oi! Shut it," one of the sleepers shouts from the opposite side of the room, "It's too early!" The two girls giggle as they try and quieten down. They sit back down on the bed before they meet eyes and giggle again. "Can you just leave?" The same voice asks. The two bite their lip and giggled again before they get up and dress themselves to walk down for breakfast. Both make sure many times, that they hold their wands.
"Will we need to take our books?" Amelia asks as she stares at the big pile of books that sit on the floor at the end of her bed.
"No, we'll come up later for them. There's no point carrying around every book when we'll only need a few." Amelia nods, agreeing with her. The two then walk down the girl's staircase and out of the red and gold common room.
"Do you know any spells?" Amelia asks as they walk down the first set of stairs towards breakfast.
"No...Mum refused to teach me any because she says it'd be dangerous, Dad almost tried but Mum went off at him when she saw what he was doing." Rose smiles, "But there's a spell for just about everything! Mum knows almost every single one of them, she loves learning new stuff you see. Dad likes to make stuff turn into other things to be funny. Except spiders."
"Turn stuff...into other stuff?" Amelia questions.
"Yeah, you kind of...do a spell and something like a chair can turn into a table...or something, it's cool, but that's transfiguration. There's also charms, potions and all kind of other stuff to learn here."
Amelia's mouth drops and giggles at her. "Are you having me on?" She asks. Rose shakes her head.
"No seriously! McGonagall taught my parents but now she's headmistress I guess someone else took her place..." Rose trails off and frowns. "I wonder who though." Amelia shrugs and pushes through the doors of the Great Hall.
"Perhaps the short man that led us to the stool to get sorted?" She asks.
"No, that's Professor Flitwick, he's-"
"Good morning Rose!" Rose looks beside her to see Neville Longbottom grinning down at her. "Enjoying Hogwarts?" Rose nods furiously. Neville turns and faces Amelia with a grin, "I'm Professor Longbottom," he introduces.
"A-Amelia," she mutters before ducking her head. Neville gives a small chuckle before directing a towards Rose.
"I'll see you Herbology." Amelia and Rose watch as he leaves the Great Hall.
"Rose?" Amelia asks as she tugs on the girl's robes. "Who was that?" Rose smiles and turns back to face Amelia to answer, but before she can, an owl suddenly drops in front of her with a letter. Amelia, from the sudden arrival of the owl, panicked and fell backwards with flailing arms and legs. Much to her embarrassment, many people saw the whole ordeal and are laughing at her.
"Are you ok?" Rose asks as she turns to blushing bright red Amelia. Amelia nods and stands up as her face continues to darken in shades of the scarlet colour.
"What's your letter?" She mumbles, changing the topic as she eyes the owl wearily.
"It's from Mum," Rose says, tearing the letter open and flicking the page so she can read it. Amelia watches as her eyes scan over the letters before she grins, "She's just congratulating me for getting into Gryffindor. She says Dad's jumping up and down hooting and the neighbours are starting to stare at him in the Garden, they must have gotten the letter yesterday."
Amelia smiles a little to tightly and quickly sits down to place food on her plate before Rose questions her. "That's good," she manages before she stuffs bacon in her mouth and looks to the table of all the teachers.
It didn't take long to be given their classes by Professor Longbottom, who smiled at all of the Potter/Weasley children in Gryffindor.
When Rose receives hers, she rushes to Amelia and together they run off to grab the appropriate books before running to their first class. Charms. "We're going to do magic!" Amelia says excitedly. Rose grins and giggles at her. Amelia sticks out her tongue before pulling out her wand. "It's just a wave and magic words right?"
"Don't do anything yet!"
Amelia frowns, "I wasn't," she mutters. "I just..." She huffs instead and places her wand back. Rose suddenly goes very quiet and pale, worried that she offended her.
"Maybe...we can practice the spells we learn later?" She asks with a whisper.
"Sure, if you want."
"Do you want to?"
"Yes!" Amelia laughs. Relief floods Rose's face and she hugs her books to her chest. "We have Charms first!" Amelia reminds, unable to hold back her excitement.
Giggling, the two began to run before Rose stops. "I have no idea where Charms is. Do you know?" As Amelia's about to answer a ghost, with ruffles around his neck, floated through her - to Amelia's discomfort. She shivers before her eyes go wide. She gapes at him momentarily.
"Are you really a ghost?" She asks when she remembers how to speak.
"I'm Sir Nicholas de Mimsy Porpington," he replies, "Ghost of Gryffindor house!" Rose frowns at him, trying to remember why she knew the name before she snaps her fingers and points at him. "Oh dear," Sir Nicholas de Mimsy Porpington says as he recognises that look.
"You're Nearly Headless Nick!" She exclaims loudly.
"Nearly Headless?" Amelia asks.
Frowning Nearly Headless Nick pulls off his head and shows the inch of flesh keeping his head connected to his neck, before he flies off, upset. Amelia turns to Rose, who suddenly looks guilty.
"I didn't mean to offend him," she whispers, "Dad just used to talk about him from when he was was at school."
"It's ok," Amelia says, "but it feel cold when he flew through me." She shivers again. Rose nods and looks around for anyone to help them, her eyes suddenly fall on one of the moving portraits. Tugging Amelia's shirt, she nods to portrait.
"Let's ask him," Rose whispers. The two of them nod before calming walking over to the portrait. "How do you get to Charms?" She asks.
The portrait is of a man with dark wavy hair and eyes of the same colour, he sits in a room of red and gold on an extravagant chair. "Do you know who I am?" He asks, looking down his nose at them. Amelia and Rose share a look before shrugging their shoulders and facing him again. "I am-"
"Can you get us to Charms or not?" Amelia bursts. As soon as the word pop out of her mouth, she regrets them and immediately flushes red with embarrassment. "Sorry," she mutters.
The man rolls his eyes, "Children these days. No manners at all." He then proceeds to give them direction with a warning that if they aren't polite next time, he'll set Peeves on them.
"Who's Peeves?" Amelia asks as she jogs to keep up with Rose. Her pale blonde at some point in wandering around the castle, had come undone and now bounced everywhere in her face.
"Peeves is a...um...poltergeist I think."
"What's that?"
"I think it means he can move stuff. Dad's told me that the Bloody Baron is the only one who keeps him in charge...I can't remember anything else- Charms!" She shouts as she points to the Gryffindor's and Hufflepuffs filing into the classroom. The two speed up and run in before placing themselves in the centre of the class. The desk at the front has a stack of books to which Professor Flitwick, stated on the blackboard, climbed as he stared up and smiled at all the students.
"Oi!" Rose whips her head around and grins.
"Hey Albie."
Amelia tuns her head to see a small, scrawny boy with dark hair and bright brown eyes. Freckles flickered across his nose which he screwed up when someone beside him, knocked into him as they play-fought with their friend.
Standing up, Albie quickly sat himself next to Rose. "You didn't sit with us on the train," he muttered, "and I haven't talked to you since then, you keep running off." Rose goes bright red with embarrassment. Albus eyes then flick to Amelia who is staring at them curiously. "Hey, I'm Albus," he says, politely sticking out his hand.
"Amelia," she replies before politely shaking it. The entire thing felt surreal to her on top of everything else, but she did feel like she was acting like an adult, at least before she giggled and hid behind her hair.
"Did you know about Teddy and-"
"Yes," Rose replies shorty, "Victorie told me."
Albus' eyes bulge out, "When?" He asks, disbelieving her. Rose rolls her eyes.
"Last Christmas you dork. I was asking her about Hogwarts and Teddy came up in conversation, it's been happening for a while." She then turns to Amelia. "Ignore my cousin, he's a bit of a dork, all the fame goes to his- Ow!" She turns sharply at Albus who'd hit her over the head.
Rose's eyes flash and she gives him a sharp kick before demanding that he leaves. Quickly, Albus runs back to where he sat before, fearing what Amelia hears him whisper as "the Granger Fury."
"What's 'the Granger Fury'?"
"Mum's maiden name is Granger, she's infamously known for getting angry at Harry and Ron. Dad started calling it 'the Granger Fury' and I guess it just stuck." She frowns and looks over her shoulder. "I guess I was overreacting a bit." Amelia didn't dare share her feelings on the matter, knowing that if she did, the fury might turn on her.
Before she could turn the topic away though, Professor Flitwick made a noise for attention, the class all turned to face him, excited at the prospect of learning magic. It didn't take too long in the class before they realised that they wouldn't be trying much until they learnt a lot of the theory - most of it would be about practicing arm movement before they did any of the spells.
Although, he did, after being asked, show them some magic. Amelia had watched amazed when he made a pillow float in the air by simply waving his wand and saying a few words.
"Is that what all magic's like?" She asks Rose when they leave.
"No, there's other types as well. Come on, we have...Potions next." She groans, "Im rubbish at potions!"
Amelia frowns, "How do you know? Have you done it before?"
"I'm rubbish at cooking and following instructions, so it only makes sense." Amelia giggles before running ahead and poking her tongue out at her.
"Sucks to be you then!" She shouts. Rose laughs before chasing after her.