Chapter 2 - Roseanna Rosanna Catalina Graywood gracefully stepped off the knight bus into Hogsmeades station. Outside the weather was cool and crisp, rustic colour leaves were swiftly wafting in the atmosphere. The young girl smiled contently in her new surroundings, she thanked Stanley Shunpike politely, and gave him a galleon extra. 'Very kind o ya Miss!" he called after her 'Any time!" she replied and made her way into the village centre, which was crowded and congested with witch's and wizards of various ages. Rosanna observed the hustle and bustle in front of her, this is it she thought excitedly (perhaps a little nervously) new life, new home, new start. She lightly commenced weaving through the shopper's, making her way to the leaky cauldron. Inside, Rosanna was instantly warmed by the pub's cosy mood, she felt at ease putting aside her worry and anxiety. She unfastened her heavy black cloak and hung it on a near coat hanger and then the young girl requested Tom the landlord for a single room. "How long r yer staying fer miss?" Tom questioned in his gruff yet gentle dialect "For a year, I'm doing a bit of travelling before I go to the Ministry University" replied Rosanna, her navy eyes shining with enthusiasm "very good, like ter see someone with a bit a fire about tum, if need anything don't be afraid to ask, the lot roung here r a good bunch so don't you worry" "Oh I won't Tom, thank you very much" "And do yer have a name?" "It's Rosanna or Rose for short" "Nice ter meet yer lass! Good day ter ya, hope ya get settled in alrigh" Rose replied in her ready smile, she was exhausted from her long voyage and climbed the stairs and into her room for some much needed sleep. Tom observed the young girl carefully; she must be barely 18 although she had a very tall and willowy frame, yet her full navy eyes concealed youthfulness and exhilaration that anyone would have died to have. She appeared to be strikingly beautiful in an unusual away, steering her from stereotypical categories, her jet-black hair was sleek containing deep indigo tinges that were noticed when light gleamed upon them. The landlord developed a protective streak upon her, lovely and sinuous she appeared to be, he appeared to receive a discomforting thought involving his new tenant, like something was waiting for her to move in it's territory and pounce instantly. Rosanna dumped her belongings inside her spacious room, she instantly flumped on the large downy mattress and fell fast asleep, leaving her oblivious to the magical world that surrounded her.