Characters owned by JKR. She's just lending them to me. Don't worry I'll dust them off and clean them before I give them back. Oh the lyrics and poems aren't mine either. I'm not lyrically inclined…what?
"The choices we make dictate the life we lead, to thy own self be true."
-William Shakespeare
"Ros…Rosslyn wake up," Hermione said as she softly shook her friend into waking, "Rosslyn wake up, it's almost ten o'clock. Were gonna miss breakfast."
Her eyes fluttered open and she took in her surroundings. For a moment she didn't know where she was, or why she was there. Then everything came flooding back into her mind. The plane trip, the train and carriage rides. She was there, here, at Hogwarts, and she was dead tired. She had gone right to sleep when they got to the school. Dumbledore had given her permission to stay in the Gryffindor tower until she had been officially sorted. The thing was she still hadn't met Dumbledore, or any one else for that matter. It was Saturday morning, and she was happy about that. She was glad she didn't have to jump right into classes. The weekend would give her time to get acquainted with the other students, and to get settled. She sat up slowly letting Hermione know she was awake.
"God, I feel like I was hit by a car," She moaned, "This jetlag sucks."
"You'll get used to it eventually," Hermione said smiling, "Now get up and get dressed. I'm hungry."
Rosslyn changed into a black sweat suit with a white tank top, threw her hair up into a messy, yet cute, bun and was off. She and Hermione walked through the common room and Rosslyn couldn't help but feel a few eyes follow her.
"Oh…" The reality of it all hit her fast. This was a new school with new people. People she didn't know. She'd never had to make new friends before. She grew up with Evan and everyone else at the Academy. There had never been any need to make new friends. Although her quick friendship with Hermione had been quite surprising she didn't think it would go so smoothly when it came to everyone else.
"What, what is it?" Hermione asked.
"I don't think I'm gonna be able to handle this."
"Handle…handle what?"
"This 'new kid' thing, all these people staring at me." Rosslyn whispered back.
"I don't think they're staring at you because you're the new kid."
"Then why are they staring?"
"Because you're totally hot," Hermione answered back loudly while laughing. Which of course drew more unwanted stares.
"Hermione!" Rosslyn squealed, surprised at this sudden outburst. The two girls stepped out through the portrait hole and began walking down the hall. Rosslyn was walking slowly, a bit behind Hermione. She was taking in all the sights that she had missed the night before. The school was huge, far bigger than anything she could have imagined.
'Evan would love it here.' Rosslyn thought, 'I could get into a lot of trouble in this place.' As the thought ran through her head she smiled.
"What are you so happy about," Hermione asked.
"My aunt didn't happen to tell you that I have a tendency to uh…get into trouble did she?"
"Well she did mention something about it. Why?" Hermione asked, "Oh haha I think you and Ron will really get along."
"You think he's mad at me for bitchin' him out the other night?"
"Probably not. He's more likely scared of you." She answered, "He'll be lucky if he's still allowed in school."
"I hope he doesn't get into too much trouble. He seems like a cool kid," Rosslyn said as she walked passed Hermione, "Plus I wouldn't want you to lose your boyfriend."
"Hey…"
The two walked into the Great Hall and Rosslyn gasped. The ceiling was beautiful. It paralleled the brilliant blue skies outside.
"It's so nice out today." Hermione mentioned as she walked towards the Gryffindor table.
"Yeah, a great day for quidditch."
"You should try-out you know."
"Try-out for what?" Harry asked as the girls approached the table.
"Quidditch," Hermione answered back, "If you're anything as good as your aunt tells us, then you could definitely make the team. Right Harry?"
"Definitely, I mean if we had a coach."
"What?" Hermione asked perplexed.
"Madame Hooch resigned." Seamus Finnigan chimed in, "Apparently she and uh…Professor Sprout had a fling. Well you know, and someone let slip the news."
"One guess who that 'someone' is." Harry said as he averted his attention across the hall.
"Draco." Hermione said with disgust, "What about Sprout has she resigned too?"
"No, apparently the old bats no worse for the wear." Seamus answered again.
"Well what does that mean," Hermione asked, "I thought she was just a referee."
"Yeah but the rules are that there has to be an adult who has passed the official requirements or some bull like that." Seamus answered, "Without this 'coach' overseeing quidditch the team can't play."
"McGonagall said they're searching for the replacement already. Hopefully we'll have one by the end of the week." Harry said sighing. No one had noticed Rosslyn, who up until this point was busy buttering a bagel.
"So Ros how was your first night here?" Harry asked pulling Rosslyn out of her stupor.
"Huh? Oh it was alright. A bit strange you know, being in a new place," She answered.
"Hey, uh, Harry you gonna introduce us to your friend?" Seamus said loud enough for the entire table to hear.
"Uh yeah, okay everyone this is Rosslyn…what did you say your last name was again?"
"Walker," She answered while shaking Seamus' outstretched hand.
"Seamus Finnegan's the name. Nice to meet ya' lass."
"You too." Said Rosslyn smiling.
After everyone at the table had pestered Rosslyn, she happily joined the Weasley twins in a heated discussion about Super Stink Bombs. Needless to say they were extremely happy to find that Rosslyn was as much of a prankster as them. By the end of the conversation the two boys were completely enamored with her, and Rosslyn had a detailed description of all the secrets Hogwarts had to offer. Hermione thoroughly enjoyed watching the boys make fools of themselves in an attempt to impress Rosslyn.
"Looks like you two finally met your match." She said giggling. The boys smirked as a blush rose to their faces.
"Hey, you guys haven't happened to see our little brother anywhere have you?" George asked.
"He's probably still speaking with the headmaster about his actions." Harry said.
"Oh my," Hermione said suddenly, "Rosslyn I think I should be getting you off to Dumbledore's office by now. You need to be sorted."
"Oh…that's right."
"You mean you're not in Gryffindor?" George asked, smile dropping from his face.
"Well no," Rosslyn answered frowning, "But cheer up. Maybe I will be."
Fred scooted over and grabbed Rosslyn by the shoulders. After looking her in the eyes for a moment, he pulled her into a hug.
"I just want you to know," He said sarcastically, "I love you."
"Uh…okay. I love you too." Rosslyn mumbled, "uh…Fred…breath."
"Oh right…good luck my young apprentice." Fred said as he, George, and everyone else busted out laughing at the dumb statement.
Without knowing it Rosslyn had attracted the attention of most of Gryffindor, and won over their hearts in the process.
Yay! I'm really happy today. I got accepted into psychology class. I was so afraid that my grades weren't good enough, but luckily my awesome teacher bumped me up into honors classes this year so I had an edge. Woo Hoo go Mrs. Lenis. Hope you liked this chapter cause I didn't. Just filling in some gaps is all ;D. I recently saw Something the Lord Made and I must say that Alan Rickman is an absolutely amazing actor. Prior to the HP films I had no idea who he was. Now it's like I see him everywhere. He's even in my most fave movie ever, Love Actually, and he was in Dogma too. It's so weird that I didn't know who he was, but don't worry I've already beat myself up about it. Till we meet again…Me
Danny O'Dare Shel Silverstein
Danny O'Dare, the dancin' bear,
Ran away from the County Fair,
Ran right up to my back stair
And thought he do some dancin' there.
He started jumpin' and skippin' and kickin',
He did a dance called the funky chicken,
He did the polka, he did the twist,
He bent himself into a pretzel like this.
He did the dog and the jitterbug,
He did the jerk and the bunnyhug.
He did the waltz and the boogaloo,
He did the hokey-pokey too.
He did the bop and the mashed potata,
He did the split and the see ya later.
And now he's down upon one knee
Bowin' oh so charmingly,
And winkin' and smilin'—it's easy to see
Danny O'Dare wants to dance with me.