Chapter Two:

~A few months later~

With a yawn Rosie adjusted how her blouse was sitting as she hurried up the steps to the boys dormitories. Since James and Sirius had continuously been late to class Rosie, the ever-early bird, had taken it upon herself to wake them up every morning with plenty of time to complete their morning preparations.

They were definitely a challenge to deal with in the morning, but she put up with them. Growing up on a farm with only her eight brothers and parents for company, Rosie hadn't exactly been around girls enough to understand how different they acted compared to boys.

Sure, she understood that girls were definitely different than boys but she also found their continued bitchiness a challenge and refused to put up with their bullying.

Everything about Hogwarts engaged Rosie. The long sweeping hallways, the ways the staircases moved; just to keep things interesting, the way some doors had to be asked nicely to open, it all made Rosie's mind whirl with wonder.

She loved the lessons on magic, especially transfiguration. She was already excelling and Rosie and Remus Lupin, the newest edition to Sirius and James's friendship group, were always tutoring the other boys and helping them with their assessments.

Sirius still found time to question her about her ever changing eye colors and all she could do was shrug, as she didn't really know the answer. Sirius seemed to think she was holding out on him and kept bringing up the incident that happened on the boats.

There'd been Rosie, James, Sirius and Remus all crammed into the boat and Rosie had been shivering violently. Sure, her farm wasn't the warmest place in England, but it was pretty bloody close. Sirius had taken one look at her and instantly shrugged out of his cloak and wrapped it around her, tugged his woolen hat low over her head and wrapped his scarf around her.

Sirius had smirked at her slightly before turning towards James, his grin getting somewhat wider if possible.

"Girls definitely have no blood, mate. Rosie, how are you cold in this? This-" Sirius had then proceeded to stand up and wave his arms in the air, letting the cool wind caress against the somewhat exposed skin because he'd rolled his sleeves up to rest on his biceps.

"-is beach weather."

Rosie had then proceeded to give James an exceptionally sly look before bringing her foot up and letting it rest against Sirius's thigh, pushing off forcefully. Before he'd had time to prepare himself, Sirius had been pushed backwards into the lake.

Rosie knocked on the door to the boy's room loudly, shouting through the wood at them loudly. The boys had fitted into the rituals of her screaming them into consciousness easily and had stopped throwing stuff at her because she threw worse things back.

That was definitely something the boys gave to Rosie, she was one tough girl. She'd had to be though, growing up on a farm surrounded only by men and few women, she'd had to fight her way through her childhood.

Sirius sleepily opened the door just as he was fixing up his tie, James was on his bed tying his shoes and Remus was quietly reading in the window seat. Their morning rituals were always the same. The boys always in exactly the same position.

As they walked down to breakfast, Sirius and Rosie joked back and forth while James and Remus discussed the Transfiguration essay. As soon as the words "Transfiguration essay, due today." Sirius looked at them all, his eyes filled with unsuppressed worry.

"W-we had an essay!?" Rosie sighed and pulled a roll of parchment out of her bag, hit him over the head with it and took a seat at the Gryffindor table, digging into her breakfast.

Sirius unrolled the scroll and examined it quietly. "What's this Hunter?" Rosie looked up from where she had been shoving a piece of bacon into her mouth. Thankfully, Remus stepped in and explained. "You're lucky Rosie knew you wouldn't do it and she gave you her first attempt."

Sirius gave Rosie a grateful hug and then let her return to breakfast when she made an angry, muffled sound. "You, Rosie Hunter, are a lifesaver."

Rosie shrugged in an "I try," sort of way before returning her full attention to her breakfast.

That night, in front of the fire a girl with orange hair came and sat beside Rosie. The girl had bright, intelligent green eyes and a sweet smile.
Rosie knew that she shared her dorm with this girl, and that she wasn't as bad as the others but she was still pretty bad.

Rosie Hunter was not a quite girl, never had been, never wanted to be. In all honestly, she had way too much to say and never thought about whether or not to say it. But when she was in her dorm, she had no one to talk to, no one who shared any of her interests.

Until she met Lily Evans. The girls became quick friends and learnt to confide in each other. Rosie taught Lily how to stand up for herself to a degree and Lily taught Rosie to think before she spoke, except Lily always believed that lesson went out the window.

She loved Rosie Hunter; she was like the sister that she'd lost when Petunia had found out about her magic. Except Rosie was nicer and cleverer and actually laughed.

The only thing that slightly annoyed Lily was that her best friend was always around those mean boys that had picked on Severus the first day of school, and she was rather close to them

Lily understood how Rosie could be so close to the boys, she really did, but did it have to be those boys in particular? There were hundreds of boys at Hogwarts and she made friends with the biggest arrogant toe rags Lily had ever met.

Each to their own, she guessed.