Hogwarts' Sleeping Beauty
Chapter 7
Whispers and Notes
In Muggle Studies, Professor Burble was doing roll call. He paused at Rose's name, and looked her over. He was an old man with white hair, thick glasses, and walked with a cane.
"Who can tell me what makes a light bulb glow?" he asked the class. Hermione and Roses hands were first in the air. "Miss Thorn." His voice sounded like a creaky floorboard.
"Well inside a bulb is a carbon filament that is coiled very tightly, when energy goes through the filament it causes friction when passing through the coils. Friction creates heat, making the filament glow, therefore creating light." Rose had known about electricity for years.
"How did you know that?" Hermione whispered.
"I went to muggle schools for elementary. I didn't even learn that I was a witch until I was ten; I wanted to get the phone from my sister and she was blocking the door between us, I blinked and I was in the room with the phone in my hand. Electricity was a unit in science in fourth grade," Rose explained in a hushed tone, though it was pointless. Professor Burble was talking about his days in Vietnam, on the magical division. Rather loudly. Before they knew it, class was over.
They were discussing class when Rose and Hermione entered Transfiguration. They sat down and waited for Harry and Ron to come in.
Just as the last bell was going to ring, Harry and Ron came in, breathing hard.
"Did you run all the way from Divination?" Rose inquired as Harry sat down next to her.
"Had to, the old bat ran over and the dang West Tower's so far away," Ron gasped, collapsing into the seat next to Hermione.
Professor McGonagall walked in and began writing on the blackboard. "Today we will be turning plates into clocks with alarms. Observe." She tapped the plate while saying "Clutorga" and it formed hands that told the time and let out a rooster call. "Now you."
The class began attempts to change their plates into clocks but only Hermione, of course, and Rose succeeded the first time. Ron's turned into a rooster and Harry's just let out a feeble squawk. Rose and Hermione laughed at Ron's rooster before Hermione turned it back into a plate.
"Watch this," Rose muttered something and tapped her clock on the north, south, east, and west points. When she pushed the alarm button it started singing "Good Morning, Beautiful" by Steve Holy.
"Will it always sing the same song?" Harry asked, taking a break from his own plate.
"Yeah, until you change it. Just wave your wand over it and say the name of the song and who sang it," Rose silently declared herself and her best friend Elizabeth evil geniuses. She and Liz had come up with this spell last year when they got annoyed of waking up to the incessant beeping of alarm clocks. At first it was just a prank for her sister, so it was one of Ellie's ex-boyfriends singing in the shower, but they discovered that they could use any song.
"Rose, could you help me out?" Harry asked after a few more feeble attempts.
"Here," she said, taking his hand in hers, "Flick your wand when you tap the plate and enunciate. Cloo-TOR-ga." She flicked his wrist. "Now you try."
He flicked his wrist while tapping the plate and said, "Clutorga," And amazingly it turned into a clock. Then, on a whim, he tapped his plate on the four points and whispered something. He pushed the alarm button and it started singing "Some Hearts" except it was Rose's voice. It was like he had recorded her while she was in the shower. Rose blushed. Ron and Hermione started dancing in their seats. Harry grinned.
Rose tried to make him turn it off. She scolded, "Harry," she turned to Hermione and whispered, "What's his middle name?"
"James," Hermione whispered back.
"James Potter!" she finished. "Turn that off right now!"
"Why?" he asked laughing. "You have a beautiful voice."
She just glared at him, and he noticed that her eyebrows pointed up.
"Are your eyebrows always like that?" he inquired genuinely curious.
"Yes, I was born that way. They grow in two different directions and meet in the middle. And you're changing the subject!" her fury increasing.
"But you're cute when your angry," he laughed. Her glare increased in intensity. "And now it's scaring me." He seemed to melt under her glare. He turned the alarm off.
"Bloody hell, mate, I'm surprised you've lasted this long!" Ron said leaning over to see Rose's face and Harry's, "Though it looks like you've gotten the crap scared out of you."
"I think I have." Harry said. Rose giggled and stopped glaring at Harry. "So you do have thorns." he stated regaining his composure.
She raised an eyebrow, "Did you miss what happened to the blonde git on the train yesterday. Because if you did, then you missed one heck of a show."
"No," Harry said defiantly, "If you hadn't punched Malfoy, I would have." He was still trying to regain some manner of dignity.
"Sure, but I didn't hear any comeback from you when he insulted us," her eyebrow was still cocked.
"Grr," he growled.
"Hey, that's my word!" she playfully hit him and they both smiled.
At the end of class, the four headed to History of Magic. It was fairly uneventful; actually it was so boring that even Hermione nearly nodded off. The only thing that kept Harry awake was the notes between him and Rose. It was easy since they were sitting right next to each other, they didn't even have to pass the paper.
Harry: So how's your first day so far?
Rose: Easy. The only thing that's hard right now is fighting the urge to fall asleep. (Harry laughed.)
Harry: What are your favorite classes in the U.S.?
Rose: I'm good at Charms and Transfiguration. I have some issues in Defense class.
Harry: Ha! That's my best class. I know a ton of advanced spells.
Rose: How?
Harry: I learned the Patronus Charm in my third year because Dementors affect me horribly. I also learned a lot of spells when I was in the Triwizard Tournament in my fourth year and some in my fifth year when I started a defense club called Dumbledore's Army.
Rose: Wow! Could you teach me? Or tutor me? Or whatever you want to call it? Please!
Harry: Sure. I'll come by your common room tonight after dinner.
Rose: Oh, I can't, I'll be busy. Could we do it like Friday? That's pretty much my only free day.
Harry: Sure, no problem. What's up?
Rose: Homework, teacher meetings, and girl's night with Hermione Thursday…and we talk for like 3 hours every night.
Harry: O.k.
RoseThanks. Just don't get in trouble. And maybe Ron and Hermione shouldn't come; I don't want my couch to only remind me of them making out! Tee hee. Do you need any help with anything?
Harry: Umm, yeah, I can't dance.
Rose: Ballroom or freestyle?
Harry: Let's just stick to ballroom. Thanks.
Rose: no problem. This is going to be fun. I feel like an evil jenyus, tee hee.
Harry: jenyus?
Rose: never mind, me and Liz thing. See you Friday. Much love, Rose.
Harry looked a bit taken aback and puzzled at this last sentence and wrote: much love?
Rose: yeah, it's like "Sincerely." I write it whenever I send something to my friends. If I actually love someone it'd be more like "Love," "With all my heart," etc. You know, stuff like that.
Harry: Oh, I see.
Just then, the bell rang signaling the end of the period. As they left, Harry asked, "Did anyone notice what Binns was talking about?"
"No, even I couldn't pay attention," Hermione said.
"I got it covered," Rose said, "I taped it all."
"But you can't use muggle gizmos in Hogwarts, they go haywire," Hermione said. Harry and Ron knew this because Hermione spent years hammering it through their thick skulls so it would stick in their brains.
"No, magically. It gets taped onto my wand. When I want to hear it again it'll replay." She tapped her ear with her wand twice and it started replaying Binns' lecture.
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there just aren't enough spells to do all that we wish we could do...so i invented a few! let me know what you think!
