Rose immediately grabbed unto Harry, when Ron made a whimper. Together they backed up slowly- it was a petrified vision of Mr. Filch's cat- Mrs. Norris hanging in midair.
Before they could say or do anything- Professor Dumbledore cleared his throat- that was when Rose noticed a Professor with blonde hair standing next to Dumbledore. He seemed quite dashing.
"Whose that?" Rose whispered to Harry.
"Professor Lockhart," Harry replied, "New Dark Arts professor."
"What's he like?" Rose asked wearily, given the past of Hogwarts Dark Arts professors she knew to be a little cautious.
"You didn't know we had a new Dark Arts teacher?" Harry asked in disbelief.
"No, I've been locked up with Professor Trelawney these days and haven't seen the light of the day," She paused, "If he's the Dark Arts professor that means we both have him tomorrow."
"Students," Professor Dumbledore raised his hands, "Return to your dormitories immediately."
The students all grouped up, and Rose lingered around with Harry, Ron, and Hermione.
"I think you all have to get me caught up here," Rose asked, "I get the feeling I've missed a lot…"
Ron and Hermione looked at the floor in pity for Rose. She hated it.
"Harry you promised me this year you wouldn't go looking for trouble-" Rose began to scold Harry when he seemed to grimace in pain.
"That stupid voice again," He said to Hermione.
"Voice?" Rose asked, "You're hearing voices now?"
"I want to know what's happening, now." Rose said.
Harry shook his head, "Well, you're probably too caught up in your school work to really be paying attention to anything else aren't you?"
Ron and Hermione looked at each other uncomfortably. Harry had raised his voice to Rose and a clear tension had passed between them.
Ron cleared his throat, "Alright, this seems to be some sibling stuff that needs to be sorted out." Ron tugged on Hermione's sweater and they turned to walk away.
"Harry, you know I'm trying my best this year," Rose tried to explain when Harry started to walk away from her. They turned a corridor and found a place to sit.
"Harry, we haven't got much time," Rose told Harry who turned away from her- and was clearly upset. "I need you to talk to me," She sighed, "Can I get caught up this Saturday?"
Harry slowly looked up at her and she smiled in relief, "Are we really taking classes together now?"
Rose nodded, "Yes, so I'll be the only Third Year in Dark Arts with you, and I look forward to bearing all of Draco's snarky remarks alongside you."
Rose could see Harry wanted to smile at the comment even though he was suppressing it.
"I just miss spending time with you," Harry finally let out, "It's like you're so out of the loop this year, Rose."
"Tell me about it Harry," She paused, "I didn't even know we had a new Dark Arts Professor until the day before class. Time management is something I'm working on this year."
Harry shifted, "Also, Rose what about you and G-" before Harry could finish his sentence Rose stood up when she found Percy Weasley had caught them.
"Off to bed now," He demanded.
"Hold on, Percy," Rose pleaded, "Just give us two more minutes alright?"
Percy shook his head, "Honestly, Rose did you not hear Professor Dumbledore's orders? You best hope I don't find Professor Sprout and knock some points off from Hufflepuff."
Rose glared at Percy. "Fine." She said and looked at Harry apologetically, Harry shrugged as he walked away with Percy back to the Gryffindor Common Room.
When Rose got back to the Hufflepuff Common Room all of her friends were soundly asleep. As she changed into her sleep wear she couldn't help but not know how to shake off what Harry had said about hearing voices. Rose felt something was deeply off at Hogwarts, and she would do her best to keep her brother safe.
She could also hardly wait anymore for Saturday as it meant now that she would get to spend time with George and Harry- thankfully she only had to make it past Friday.