Singing woke me up the following Tuesday. I rubbed my eyes open to see the bright and smiling faces of my mum, dad, and Hugo in the flicker of the candles on the stack of birthday pancakes in my mum's hands. A sleepy smile tugged at the corners of my mouth as I sat up in bed and listened to the ending of their horribly off-key birthday song.

"Happy Birthday!" They chorused as mum set the stack of pancakes on my bedside table. "Make a wish," she told me with a smile.

I wish that I have at least one SINCERE boy flirt with me before the end of school this year. I blew out the candles, plunging us into darkness until dad pulled up my blinds to let in the sunlight. "Eat and get dressed, we're going over to the Potters to celebrate." Dad kissed me on my head before ushering my brother and my tearing up mum out of my room. Before he shut the door, I caught him wink at me.

I was no longer twelve years old, I'm thirteen now. The realization finally hit me as I ate the last of the pancakes and climbed out of bed to get dressed. The big 13, the birthday where you' re officially a teenager, the birthday where dad had promised me a big party. I was giddy with anticipation as I stared hard at my closet, trying to decide what to wear. I didn't even notice that mum had mixed my jeans and t-shirts together until I started looking for my favorite pair.

Even on the hanger, you could tell why they were my favorite pair. The base color being black, these flared jeans were brushed with gold glitter and fit my body perfectly, complementing my round bum and toned legs. I only wear the pair of jeans with one top; a bustier with vertical blue and black stripes. Bronze buttons went down the middle despite the zipper in the back to tie the colors together. Now I wasn't a well-endowed girl, I had a modest a-cup, but the corset-like top praised the girls nicely while not being too low-cut. Simple two-inch, black boots ending just before my knee finished the outfit off. I was a bit upset that the flared legs of my jeans hid the gold buckles running up the boots but it was something I was willing to forget.

I didn't bother with any make-up besides some clear, peppermint lip gloss, and brushed through my already curled red hair, letting it fall over my shoulders naturally. After a spritz of rose perfume and another look in the mirror, I walked down the stairs with a small, jittery smile on my face. I was officially a teenager today, but I didn't feel any different. I still felt like the geeky, calm, confident, a bit pretty, OCD Rose Weasley as yesterday. Maybe I'll feel different after I blow out the candles on a cake.

Waiting for me by the fireplace was my dressed up family. My mum's brown hair was curled softly and put up in a relaxed bun to match her yellow and white sundress. Dad's outfit consisted of a red and black sweater vest over a white button up shirt-no doubt laid out by mum-and slacks. Hugo's was, perhaps, the most informal. It was a simple pair of faded, worn out jeans and a black t-shirt.

"You look beautiful," Mum smiled at me, pushing back my hair out of my eyes. I saw dad do a once-over of my outfit and surprisingly nod his head in approval.

"Thanks." I replied as Hugo stepped into the fireplace and threw down his floo powder. Mum and dad followed soon after, leaving me to go last. Taking a pinch of the dust and stepping into the ashes, I threw it down and said, "Potters' house."

Feeling a sharp tug and then light nausea, I waved away the smoke and took a step into the Potter's house. Cheers erupted when I finally was able to see through the smoke and a large grin made it's way on my face. Nearly all of my family was here, including my friends from Hogwarts! Mum had obviously requested to string up muggle multi-colored lights and bright blue streamers. Above the dining room's archway was a banner reading, 'Happy Birthday, Rose!'. I honestly didn't know how all of these people could fit inside this house, but then again we were magic.

The crowd all began to talk to one another, loudly might I add, as three girls bounded up and strangled me in a group hug. I recognized the long blonde curls of Persephone, the olive skin of Kim, and Deidra's attitude voice. "Rose, you have like disappeared this entire summer!"

"I know, I know-"

"Now I have to catch you up on all the gossip! Oh, I know a cute boy who just fancies you!" Persephone squealed happily, stepping back from me with the group.

"Happy birthday, Rosie." Kim replied on a normal level with a small smile on her face.

My three best friends in Hogwarts; Deidra Rocke, Persephone Lux, and Kim Chang were all in Ravenclaw and shared my dorm. From the moment we met in first year and fought over which one would get the bed closest to the window-I won, love Aunt Ginny for the bat-boogey hex!-, we have been very close friends, almost sisters. They are the only ones at school that know about my little-big-problem.

Taking a breath, I addressed them all in first in a whisper, "I had a small relapse, after that fight with the albino that I told you guys about I had to re-label my entire room and Hugo's." I returned to a normal level, watching the news register on their faces before continuing, "If it's any friend of Malfoy's, don't bother telling me." I grinned and winked at Sephie. "Thanks, Kim, but the people lie. It's not this sudden dramatic change."

I saw Deidra open her mouth to say something but she was cut off by a voice that sounded like nails on a chalkboard to me. "Hullo, Rose, you like very nice today. Happy birthday." I turned slowly on my heel to face a Scorpius Malfoy and a nervous Albus Potter.

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