AN: Hi guys! Sorry about the delay, I guess getting back into a writing style was harder than I thought! I've had a tough first week back at school, but I shan't complain, we've all got to go through it ;) It's my birthday on Saturday, so I won't be able to make up for time wasted :/ So, without further ado, chapter 7!

Beta-ed by HogwartsDreamer113

That night I crashed onto my bed, my head spinning with the dizzy mix of guilt, confusion and anger.

Since it was a Sunday, when I woke up everyone was dead to the world. Their curtains closed, Carly's arm poking out from under her's, Maggie's throw half on the floor and Vicky's soft snoring filling the peaceful dorm, drowning out the bird's relaxed chirping. I rub my eyes from sleep, I roll my head to my right and look through the window. I then realise how high the Ravenclaw tower is, sunlight is spilt on the grounds like paint.

I yawn leisurely and stretch my limbs, wishing I could stay in bed the whole day.

Tap tap tap.

I sit up drowsily and turn to the sound of the abrupt tapping. The school owl from yesterday was using his beak to tap impatiently on my window. His large glowing eyes rest on me and he almost seems to look angry when he realises I'm awake. Peeling back the covers, I notice string has been tied onto his right leg. I push open the stiff window and the grey owl flutters in, landing on my bedside table, his orange eyes looking at my expectantly. I untie the string and he ascends out of the window.

Unravelling the parchment I spot immediately that the neat scrawl is mum's writing.

Oh, Rosie, we were going to tell you! We just didn't know when, we had planned to tell you before you turned ten. But we didn't want it to change you. We didn't want the sudden chance of fame to go to your head, I know now that wouldn't happen. You don't even have any public speaking skills! I mean, you're probably too shy to go all arrogant now. We told Hugo when we got your letter, and I have to say it was quite amusing, the best word to sum it up would be that his first reaction was "Cool!"

I laugh silently at the fact of Hugo thinks something one of his uncle's did was cool. The only other thing that was responded with such enthusiasm that didn't have to do with Quidditch was when Uncle Charlie dramatically revealed his scars to us. Each one came with a story. One on his hip from a feisty Opal-eyed dragon, along thin one from Welsh green and a huge one on his inner forearm from a dragon he called "Norberta".

I fold the letter in half and place it carefully in my trunk, with a pile of the other letters from them. Making a mental note to write back, I change into what mother had packed, knee-length denim skirt and a thin brown jumper. I pull on my brown boots and go down to breakfast.

When I reach the hall, the sudden smell of toast fills my nose and I inhale deeply. I sit down by myself, the Lovegood boys always seem to wake up early so they must of already had lunch. As I help myself to egg on toast, the boy with the freckles and glasses from the Sorting slides opposite me. I look up, surprised that he joined me, but he didn't seem to notice and just dug into his huge bowl of porridge. His eyes meet mine and he smiles.

"I'm Thomas." He said before returning to his meal.

"Rose." I choke out.

Thomas and I spent the rest of the meal together in silence, Thomas opened his mouth a few times to try and start conversation, but no words came out, so his friend, who I heard Thomas call Luke, joined and the two happily chatted about the Quidditch match that was on this afternoon. I didn't join in on the conversation, though I was happy to have company.

I soon left after Luke joined, heading back up to the dorm to get my coat. In the dorm was Carly and Evelyn brushing their hair, gossiping about "Witch Weekly's Perfect Puss Competition". I slip out before they fully noticed me, escaping with my jacket and Ravenclaw scarf.

I wander outside the grounds, visiting Hagrid for a cup of tea and exiting his house, with my jacket burdened with rock cakes and new knowledge on lethifolds. Well, knowledge I didn't already know about from the twins.

By the time I had made my way out of Hagrid's it was lunch, I realise that I was going to meet Ebony after that. Suddenly I feel quite sick, as if the butterflies inside my stomach have been enchanted by the growth charm.

In the Great Hall I didn't eat much, Thomas didn't join like I had hoped, so I left as soon as I was done. Walking through the corridor I had a sudden self-conscious feeling of being watched. I look over my shoulder to see an empty corridor, turning back, Ebony's close cold eyes were staring at me. I jump, and let out a squeaky sound and found myself blushing at being scared so easily.

Ebony smirks.

"Something wrong?"

I shook my head in response, looking down at my feet in embarrassment. Ebony seemed to get bored at my lack of communication skills, as she threw her head back and let out a frustrated and loud sigh. After her clear sign of boredom, she turned on her heels and made her way up the steps. Consequently, I follow her quietly and obediently, I found myself thinking of a lost puppy. Ebony lead us further and further up the staircases, luckily being in Ravenclaw you're used to climbing steps as the common room is so high up.

Eventually Ebony disappeared round the corner of a corridor, I sped up my pace and when I reached the corner, at the end was a door. The door was closing, I could see Ebony's plait disappear behind the door, which then shut once she was inside.

I began to walk to the door, I could hear whispers coming from it, she wasn't the only one in there.

"Now guys, act nice okay?"

"Why?"

"Because, Danielle, we want her to like us."

I feel my hand on the cool metal nob, twisting it, the door creeks open. There in the room, was all of the Slytherin first years.

Their heads snap to me, scanning for weaknesses and strengths. A girl with waist length brown hair tied into a similar plait to Ebony's and a green bow in her hair swaggered up to me. Her lips in a constant pout and as she introduced herself.

"Danielle Barnard."

"Rose."

"I know." She said bluntly before returning to her place on a table next to a boy I recognise as Peter.

"Well, everybody make Rose feel welcome." Ebony announces, drawing the attention back to her, the room looked at her with dull eyes. Ebony raises an eyebrow.

"What?"

"What?" Peter scoffs. "She's a Weasley. They're like royalty. Look at what she's wearing, pretty little snob." He directed the last comment at me, eyeing my skirt. I look down at my clothes. Mother always said I looked nice in these...maybe she was wrong.

Ebony barks at Peter to shut up before returning to address the whole room, in total about ten of them.

"Rose's one of us now."

A small, blonde girl glares me.

"We'll if she's gonna be one of us. she'll have to act and look the part. I'm not hanging round with a little mummy's girl."

There was a murmur of agreement. Change me? I just want to fit in...have friends...I love my mum, are they right?

They then continue talking about me as though I wasn't there. Maybe a change won't be difficult, after all...Mother can't reach me here.

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