The next morning, Rose woke up with a yawn. Stretching, she swung her legs over the side of the bed, legs dangling. In the bed next to hers, closed curtains indicated that Louise was still asleep. Rose quickly changed into her uniform – grey skirt, white top, black shoes, and white socks. Then she pulled on her robe (the pointed black hats that had been worn in her parent's school years had been discarded) and walked down to the common room. According to a grandfather clock in the corner, it was only 5am, so there was plenty of time before breakfast began. Rose dashed back up the stairs and returned with some parchment and her new quill and ink set. She sat at one of the coffee tables and began a letter home.

Dear Mum and Dad,

How are you? We are fine – the train was fine, Albus and I sat with our new friends, Louise and Cameron. I hope you were joking about dis-owning me, dad, because Albus is in Gryffindor, but Louise and I are in Ravenclaw….

It's early morning now, I'm too excited about my first day to go back to sleep. I saw Victori at the feast yesterday, but we haven't spoken yet. James checked on me as I was walking upstairs, but it's not like Albus and I are babies anymore – they know we can take care of ourselves, but are more than willing to lend a hand. I'm glad we've got family here already – I can't imagine what you felt like, mum, knowing no one, barley knowing witches and wizards existed!

Love,

~Rose

Rolling up the page, she put it in her pocket – she'd ask James to send it with his owl at breakfast. She then proceeded to go wake up Louise.

As the girls walked into the Great hall half an hour later, owls were swooping down from the ceiling. Louise jumped back, mouth open in surprise, Rose couldn't help but giggle. "Don't worry," she assured her friend. "They're just bringing the mail. They're completely friendly!"

"Bringing the mail?" Louise repeated in disbelief. "Owls? Don't you have a mailman?"

"What's a mailman?" Asked a voice from behind them. The friends turned to see Rose's cousin, Victori, standing behind them with a pretty black-haired girl.

"Victori!" Rose squealed happily, hugging her cousin. "Louise, this is Victori, my cousin. Vicky, this is Louise, my friend."

"Are you James and Albus's sister?" Louise asked politely. Victori's smile turned into a horrified look.

"Oh thank Merlin no! I can barley survive being James's cousin!" she said. Then she smiled at the embarrassed Louise. "So what's this mailman thingy?" She asked, changing the subject.

"In the muggle world, mail is posted into a box and muggles sort it out and it's delivered to your house by a muggle, who's called the mailman." Rose explained. "My Nanna and Grandad Granger have their mail delivered that way.

"Really?" asked Victori, eyebrows raised. "Odd. Well, hope you have a good first day! Oh, and congrats on making Ravenclaw, Rosie-posie; it's the second best house – after Gryffindor, of course!"

As Victori walked of, Rose and Louise continued to their table. "I get the feeling your family is famous..." Louise muttered to Rose, eyeing a group of staring students they passed.

"Ah..." said Rose. "Well, you could say that. You see, My mum and dad, Hermione Granger-Weasley and Ron Weasley, and Albus's dad, Harry Potter, were very famous. You see…"

Even so they had gotten down to breakfast very early, Rose had barely finished an extremely shortened tale of her parents and uncle's lives by the time Professor Flitwick came scurrying down the table with their schedules. "No way!" Louise gasped, amazed. "Your mum and dad did all that?" Rose nodded, but couldn't respond as their Charms teacher had reached them. "Miss Weasley, here you are – and who is this?" Flicktwick squeaked.

"Louise Tepetly, sir," Louise supplied quickly.

"Well, Miss Tepetly, welcome to Hogwarts! I am Professor Flitwick; I am the charms professor, the Head of Ravenclaw house, and the Deputy Headmaster. Here is your schedule – I see you and Miss Weasley have made friends. Very good! As Ravenclaws, you'll be in the same classes. Now hurry of to your first class! Good luck!" He squeaked.

Louise looked at alarmed the prospect of facing her first class so soon. Rose smiled reassuringly, despite the fact that she too was extremely apprehensive. She looked at the piece of parchment Professor Flitwick had given her; their first class was Herbology with the Hufflepuffs. Louise looked up from where she had been starring at her plate as her friend gave out a sigh of relief.

"Herbology!" Rose said happily. "With Professor Longbottom!" When Louise still looked confused, Rose explained, "My parents have know the Professor since they were first years; they were in the same year. So I've known Professor Longbottom since before I can remember; he's amazing at Herbology, and he's very kind too."

Rose smiled weakly. Glancing at her watch, Rose stood up. "Come on," she said, gathering her bag, "We better head down to the greenhouse or we'll be late."

An hour and a half later, Rose and Louise walked out of the greenhouses hot, sweaty, and pleased. As they followed a hufflepuff, Lauren McGreene, up to the castle. "What do you have next?" Lauren asked.

Louise examined her schedule. "Let me see….. Ah, here we are: Basic Academics, with Miss Jennings."

"Basic Academics?" Lauren repeated with a frown. "What's that? My big brother is in year 4, he's never mentioned 'basic academics'…"

"Sounds like Math, Writing, that kind of stuff," Rose guessed, looking over Louise's shoulder. "I guess compared to everything else that goes on her it's really boring, which is probably why it's never mentioned. Look, it's "Miss" Jennings, not Professor or Madame; it's like the muggle schools I've been to before here."

Louise nodded. "That makes sense," she agreed. "After all, Math and English must be mandatory; you need to know them no matter who you are. But they're just about as opposite of magic as you can get."

The threesome had just reached the Castle doors. "Ok, well have fun in basic academics. I'm off to Potions with the Gryffindors. Hey Rose, you're a Weasley right? So you're related to Harry Potter?"

"Yeah," Rose confirmed, slightly embarrassed by being connected to such a famous man. "He's my uncle."

"Cool," Lauren said with a smile. "My Aunt, Hannah Abbot, fought with him…. That night." And then she left, leaving Rose and Louise to wander off to Basic Academics.