Here you are...Part iv. Please let me know what you think. For everyone wondering what Professor. Flitwick is doing here, J. K. Rowling tells us that people of magical blood live longer than muggles and Dumbledore was still teaching at one hundred and fifty.
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Some Things Speak Louder Than Words Part iv
March
"Miss Weasley. Could I have a word please?"
I looked up from my table in the library where I was helping Nat's little sister with her transfiguration homework to see my head of house, Professor. Flitwick, gesturing me forwards.
"Of course." I smiled at him, then looked at Jennifer who was sat next to me, hastily scrawling the last few lines of her conclusion on transfiguring water into wine. "I won't be long. Is that okay?"
She nodded and blew upwards, making her long brown hair float out of her face, then fall back, obscuring one of her large brown eyes.
"Don't worry, I think I've got this sorted now, thanks, so I'll probably head back to the Hufflepuff common room when I'm finished here."
"If you're sure."
She nodded.
I picked up my bag, sliding my textbook and quill into it and stood, following the professor through th library doors and to his seventh floor office in the West Tower.
"Have a seat Miss Weasley."
I slid into the proffered chair in front of his desk, feeling nervous. I wasn't aware that I had broken any rule but why else would Professor. Flitwick want to speak with me enough to actually go and find me?
"Professor, is something wrong?" I asked hesitantly, uncomfortably shifting in my seat. A horrible thought occurred to me - What if Hugo was hurt? I loved my brother for all his annoying ways and while we weren't close I still enjoyed his company, especially now that we could actually hold a conversation with two sides rather than me listening to his long, rambling thoughts.
"No!" He squeaked, settling onto the cushion on his chair and peering at me over his neatly organised desk. "No, not at all Miss Weasley - don't look so worried. No, I understand you wish to be considered for Head Girl next year."
I nodded, feeling relieved.
"I thought so." He leaned back and stared, short-sightedly, at me though his rectangular glasses over steepled hands. "Well, as you were not a Prefect we normally would not normally allow it but I have spoken to the other Heads of Houses and we all believe that you would make a good Head. We've watched you bloom this year into a caring and considerate young women who's not afraid to show responsibility and leadership. I have also been informed that you tutor regularly without being instructed to by a member of staff."
I nodded again, half please, half embarrassed by his kind words.
" I thought so. Well, if you would just sign here then I would be delighted to consider you as our future Head Girl."
"Thank you sir." My voice quavered slightly as I picked up the quill and quickly scrawled my name at the bottom of the proffered parchment, feeling slightly dazed.
"Off you go then." He smiled at me as I slid from my chair and straightened up. "I'm sure you'll want to share the good news with young Mr. Malfoy. He signed just before you did."
"Yes." I said thoughtfully, then watched in concern as he slumped slightly. "Are you okay Sir?"
"I'm fine. Just very old and tired. You know I'm leaving at the end of this year?"
"No I didn't."
"Yes, I celebrated my ninety-seventh birthday a few weeks ago and have finally allowed my wife to persuade me to take retirement."
"I-I'll miss you Sir."
It was true. Though Professor. Flitwick wasn't a particularly flamboyant teacher, he was well-liked and respected and had always had had time to make his tin of cupcakes tap dance across his desk when I was upset. He had always been there when I needed help and not just for schoolwork either. I was realising more and more now that I could think clearly, that I wasn't as alone for all those years as I had always thought.
"Thank you Miss Weasley. Off you go then."
"Sir."
I managed to quench the excitement fluttering around inside me enough to walk sedately out of the office and close the door gently behind me before doing a little skip and jumping up and down, waving my arms like a mad women.
A pair of strong arms caught me around my waist and I half tripped, half leapt into Scorpius's waiting arms, still giggling hysterically. He took one look at me face and joined in, laughing and laughing until I thought I'd burst.
April
"Hey Mum." I stepped out of the fireplace, tugging Scorpius behind me.
"Rose?" My mother looked shocked at the change in me. I took a step forward and wrapped my arms around her; not slouching; not hiding - my hair pulled back into a loose bun. At my full height, there wasn't an inch between us and our eyes - though not the same colour, were exactly the same size and shape - were exactly level.
"Oh darling, we're so proud of you."
I stepped back and gestured to Scorpius who was hovering awkwardly by the kitchen table.
"This is Scorpius, my boyfriend."
Mum looked from him to me and back again, stretching out her palm. "It's lovely to meet you, dear."
He shook her hand, "You too, Mrs. Weasley."
"It's Hermione dear. There's so many Mrs. Weasley's in this family that it's just easier to call everyone by their given names. Ah! Ron, there you are."
"Da!" I yelled and threw myself into his arms. He pulled me close and I could feel him smiling against my head. He stroked my hair, then drew back.
"You're my special little girl, you know that Rosie."
"Thanks Da."
He pulled my close again and whispered in my ear. "Professor. Flitwick wrote to us and I* just wanted to tell you how proud I am of you."
Unexpectedly, I felt tears well up.
"Thanks Da," I choked, "Thanks."
May
"Hey, that's pretty."
Dominique gestured to the golden locket that had fallen out from behind my top as we leant over the lake to throw the Giant Squid a piece of toast.
I ran my fingers over it. "It was a present from Scorpius the last time we were in Hogsmede."
"It's gorgeous. You're so lucky to have a boyfriend like him."
"I am, aren't I?"
I lay back in the grass and stared up at the cloudless sky. I heard her lay down beside me, then heard:
"You know when we were home for Easter last weekend?"
"Hmm." I plucked a piece of grass from the ground and shredded it between my fingertips.
"Well, you know you came with me to that modelling thing with me?"
"Hmm." I said again, wondering where this was going.
"Well, my agent came up to me at the end and gave me a card for you and asked who you were and if you'd be interested in a job."
I rolled onto my elbow and stared at her. "Really?"
"Yeah, wait, I think I've got the card somewhere..." She dug around in her many pockets for a moment, then pulled out a business card, where the words 'Boutique - Paris, Diagon Alley, Hogsmede' were curling themselves across the card as though they were actually being written. There was a moving picture of a beautiful girl with chestnut curls waving out at me.
I smiled suddenly.
"That's really kind of you Dom, but I don't think it's what I want to do."
She looked disappointed but nodded, "I figured that would be what you'd say. I mean, you'll probably be too busy next year with your N.E.W.T.'s and Head Girl duties but still, it's a confidence boost right?"
"Yep! Though I don't know for sure that I'll be Head Girl."
"Well, if you're not, the teachers are mad. Anyone with half a brain cell can tell you're the best student here."
"Stop it Dom, you're getting me all embarrassed." I swatted at her arm and pretended to hide my face. She punched me lightly on the arm and we fell about laughing.
That was quite a confidence boost.
So there you have it- part iv. I hope you enjoyed it and thanks to everyone who reviews parts i to iii.
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