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Author's note: Greetings once again, awesome readers of mine! I went on to upload early this time for no special reasons, really. I just felt like I had too many ideas which needed to be jotted down. This chapter is the last Prologue chapter and after this one, the setting would be Rose in her fifth-year. Like said before, I am bloody human after all, so a review would be, indeed, not minded. I hope you enjoy!
Saturday, September 1st, 2017, after journey in Hogwarts Express at nighttime, 5 seconds away from jumping overboard from the boat at The Lake.
When a being decides that during certain circumstances, it is a must to siren an urgent call for desperate measures, nobody can stop him, really, for he is desperate. So, if jumping overboard into The Lake really is the best measure to be taken to handle my constant trembling, uneven shaky breathing, and 'this-can't-possibly-be-good-for-my-heart' sort of beating which ever so loudly rings in my ear every second along the way, then I am not afraid to take it. The desperate measure, that is. Yeah, that.
Oh Merlin.
What if…people can hear it?! My heart beating and what not. As if it was some sort of drum playing along the ride to the castle which was, actually, not that far away now. Oh crap, oh crap…must calm down, must calm down. But how can I bloody calm down when my heart suddenly became a song for all the first-years to listen to?! Oh bloody hell.
I mean, imagine if you were only moments away from a life-changing decision, which wasn't yours to make in the first place; but indeed, a hat's. Yep. My entire future relies on the hands of a…hat (Well, they don't have hands but you get what I mean) Oh yeah sure, I'll be totally chill.
I think someone even flipping insane (such as yours truly) will clearly not be bloody alright with that.
That's right.
Absolutely no one.
Beneath the starry sky, all of us, first years, that is, gazed upon the vast castle with its own share of towers and turrets, settled on a high mountain on the edge of this black lake which I would probably throw up in, in a matter of seconds (I was actually considering doing that to cool down my extremely panicky old self) or just leaping into the lake and then swim as fast as I could without turning around and then escape from the claws of the Hogwarts Sorting Ceremony.
Well, what do you expect…how many solutions can you really come up with on a boat and-
You know what; I think I know what I'm going to do.
Rose Weasley's desperate and utterly stupid
Escape plans on a boat
1. Diving into the lake and swimming back as fast as you can(Already acknowledged)
Problems with the plan: "Ha ha, I'll just flipping dive into the lake and there's no bloody way that anyone is even going to even notice someone overboard, and then just swim all dramatically back to the path where we came from….oh yeah sure, it's totally going to work out…" How, in the name of bloody Merlin, is that going to work out, especially when your useless red head can't even swim?! That's right. I can't. There's nothing wrong with not knowing how to bloody swim…err even if the world is ¾ water and if I ever travel then...yeah…I'm so going to die young. I can just bloody tell. Well, people like me do indeed end up like that…dying that is. Not much of a surprise, really.
2. Fake extreme sickness and be taken to Hospital Wing(Not acknowledged)
Problems with the plan: After your sickness is treated, you'd still be in Hogwarts and still get sorted, you mad woman!
3."Oh look what's there behind you, Oh Merlin, it's a dinosaur!" and then dive into the lake when everyone least expects it (Not acknowledged).
Problems with the plan: Rose, I think it's time this list is officially put to an end since; your neurons have just vanished, way more than usual, really. And, why you ask, am I saying such a thing? Why, of course, because you can't, bloody swim, you moron.
So sue me, for sounding utterly stupid and what not with my desperate measures…but unless you haven't noticed, there is a careful placement of the word: desperate, which just so brilliantly happens to somewhat grant my stupid and basically useless solutions.
Breathe. Breathe. Breathe.
You can do this, your parents have, and some of your cousins have…so you can do it too….right?
It was like knowing you were going to die before even dying, in my case, I had flipping evidence as to why I was such a Slytherin, that is. Yeah, that. And I can't really avoid it, since, I do, had, and will always have a bad case of Karma…for whatever wrong I did, and-
"Yeh alright there, feller?" a heavy voice called somewhere in the distance as I snapped back to reality. A giant man, as tall as they come, was crouching down at me, extending a warm, yet humungous hand. My eyes shifted towards my surroundings.
Don't tell me; Oh bloody hell.
We were in some sort of tunnel which, for me, who had been completely zoned out(as you can tell) had appeared out of bloody nowhere as right before me was something like an underground harbor right beneath the castle or something, where a sea of first years, were all staring at me. As if I was doing some sort of juggling trick or something.
Ugh.
Yeah, there's nothing pleasant about staring at flipping Rose Weasley, here…so why don't you all just get on with your lives and ignore people who are supposed to be ignored.
Ugh. Merlin.
Have I ever mentioned how much I hate public attention? Yeah I'd much rather be left alone reading the worst novel written in History than actually have a planet full of eyes, simply, staring at me.
I was still seated at the rear of my boat, blushing as red as my hair…oh in the right name of Merlin, woman! You entered a tunnel, things got all dark, and you still didn't snap out of it?!
Get a clue, Rose, before rocks start flipping falling from the sky and you don't even know what hit you.
"Rose? Are yeh sure yer okay?" the same heavy voice asked with concerned beetle black eyes. His shaggy grey hair blinding most of his face and a twin beard as followed.
Wait a minute…
I knew who this was.
I knew exactly who this was.
"Hiya Hagrid, long time no see" I gave him my best welcoming expression, I could at the time. Hagrid was my Uncle Harry's and my parents' old friend. He was bloody awesome; I tell you… no seriously…it was in his genes.
He visited our house, back in the day, when it was my 6th birthday or so, but I never saw him again. He was the nicest man on the planet, really…ah how much I adored him. Well, at least seeing Hagrid comforted me a little or I would've seriously puked into The Lake.
No lie.
"Glad you remember me, Rose" he said, smiling.
Bloody hell, mate.
Remember you?
Do you have any idea how much Rose right here, flipping admires you?!
Well, now you know.
He was one of those really nice yet bloody awesome elderly people. It was people like him, who were nice to random strangers. It was people like him, who were flipping awesome when needed. It was people like him, who restored other people's faith in humanity. "Yer look pale" he continued.
"Err…yeah…I guess so", I tried my best to smile, I really did.
But what do you expect, I was considering diving into a lake without having any, no seriously; any swimming skills…so of course I couldn't fake smile after that. Well, perhaps also because of my even-Merlin-thinks-these-are-terrible acting skills, but it was more because I couldn't smile when feeling sick to the stomach, really. I really couldn't. That's all…nothing about my bad acting.
Hagrid raised an eyebrow but then asked no more, I took his hand and then all of the first years continued. I trembled, fidgeted, stumbled, tried my failing attempts in flipping breathing, but nothing worked, really. I just wanted to curl up and die somewhere back then since it was so bloody uncomfortable while I witnessed the oh-we're-totally-whispering-and-yet-the-person-who-we're-gossping-about-can- hear us case right before me, things people were "whispering" in each other's ears while covering their mouths with their hands.
Oh in the right name of Merlin.
Covering your flipping mouths wasn't going to make any, no literally, any difference….I can still bloody hear you! Oh, Merlin…I seriously just want to escape to the lost depths of the world and just jump into a volcano already, because that's all I can do right now; bloody jumping into a volcano.
Soon enough, Hagrid was knocking on the castle door as I heard it immediately shoot open.
"Not a single moment shall be delayed" a disembodied, female voice, demanded, speaking with a very posh accent. I edged up and down amongst the crowd to get a look at the woman, but it became impossible since I was at the extreme back of the first years, so I just gave up.
Oh bloody hell.
It would be sort of nice, if not everything that can possibly go wrong in the world, comes rushing towards me, you know. Perhaps, you could relate…but clearly no one can since nobody has as strong of a case of Karma as I have…my karma is bloody always stalking me, alright?(like the huge arse it is) "Greetings, My name is Professor Doris. I teach Transfiguration and also am the Deputy Headmistress…the sorting ceremony shall shortly begin. For those of you, who do not know what this is, it is when you are placed into the house where the Sorting Hat deems you belong. There are Gryffindor, Slytherin, Raveclaw, and Hufflepuff" She continued.
"So, it's like a test" a boy, somewhere in the first year crowd, blurted out. All eyes turned to him…well except for mine, remember?
Since, I'm in the bloody back of the crowd and-
Wait a second…
This is bloody brilliant, how could I be so stupid and not think of it that way?!…I'm in the back!
Merlin, I'm in the bloody back!
That means, escaping would be completely easy. Finally! It's about time something's going right in my bloody karma-enriched life! Oh, thank Merlin! I crept back, taking baby steps, and then slowly turned around, my foot moving up to meet the ground when it was interrupted.
"It's precisely like a test" she responded. "Oh and Miss Weasley, I'd prefer if you listen attentively rather than attempting to leave the first year crowd" my whole body froze and all eyes turned to me, I turned back around guiltily, averting eyes and looking down at the ground. "I apologize, professor" I answered, my whole body as red as it could possibly be…oh wait, I forgot…it's always red.
"I don't need apologies, but changes…is that understood?", she asked, as I responded the obvious answer, anyone who has at least a few brain cells left, would say to that, "Yes, deputy headmistress" and she nodded her head with a triumphant grin on her face which I noticed once I had flipping manned up enough to look up (womanned up?…ugh I don't even know…why is the world so sexist?! Why the hell doesn't that exist?)
And that was my flipping day…well not entirely, but all we did next was walk through the castle into the entrance hall and what not…all very, very indeed boring stuff which not even Merlin would care about.
So, I guess this is it for now.
I'd write again if I'm still alive and haven't died due to a panic attack after I'm placed in Slytherin. Oh Merlin…Oh no… Rose Weasley here! Mayday! Mayday! Can't breathe!
To-do list
1. Find better escape techniques which don't include bloody drowning while you're at it.
2. Regret making a bad first impression on the flipping Deputy Headmistress (nice one Rose…real smooth…you flipping idiot!)
3. Apologize to Al after I bloody find him(Back of the line, first world problems)
4.I know it's hard, but try to breathe a little or else you'd die even before #1 is preceded.
5.I don't even know, I'm too busy dying in my own shame(after making the worst first impression on the Deputy Headmistress in the entire flipping History of first impressions)
6. Try using the words womanned up a lot, so that it becomes a trend and the world isn't so bloody sexist anymore…call me feminist or whatever but that is just wrong…manned up exists and wommaned up doesn't?! Where is this world going?
Saturday, September 1st, 2017, Even later; the beginning of Eternal Hell (Sorting Ceremony), also minutes away before Rose Weasley's bloody name is erased from the List of Magical Folk.
You know those moments you feel like any second everything would just start falling apart and you wouldn't even be able to call for help while the reality of your situation chokes you.
Yeah,I'm having one of those days…I'm sure you can relate.
Or not, since you know, only Rose Weasley gets into those kind of situations (at least I hope so, or I really, really feel sorry for you for having a life as crap as someone like Rose over here, I really do.)
And as a million ways to escape swim through my head, I know they're never going to work because I'm .Being. Spied. On.
Yep. The professors hate me so much already, no scratch that. They don't hate me…yet. The only way they know that I'm plotting ways to escape is one of two things:
A. Telepathy
B. Rose Weasley's transparency
Yeah, I prefer A too. Makes much more sense… I'm pretty sure anyone would choose that option, I mean…come on, they're professors, so I wouldn't be surprised if they can bloody read minds, alright?!
So, here I am. There they are…on their teachers' table right behind me.
Yep.
Now, you know that I wasn't being flipping paranoid with all the Rose-Weasley-is-being-bloody-spied-on mess earlier, but actually telling the truth (YES!I'm not that much of a Slytherin, now am I?).
So, while I utterly fidget and what not, I didn't notice how flipping awesome the Great Hall was.
I mean, I've never seen anything like it.
There were hundreds of candles floating in mid air, illuminating the room while the ceiling was painted black, marked with stars all over…it was truly flipping beautiful. There were four long tables down below us, first years, which I assumed were separating students in each house. On the tables were all sorts of food, from Satan's number 1 consumed food; meat to chocolate pumpkin to lemon juice. My attempts in controlling my watering mouth were quite numerous, if I may so…except for Satan's number 1 consumed food (I almost gagged when seeing that).
And here we were, first years, staring down at the thousands of students, who were also gazing up at us, on the tables while being lined up before the High table.
"Now" Professor Doris announced, placing a tall stool right before us where she placed the root to all evil in this world: the flipping bloody sorting hat "Shall the sorting Ceremony…begin!"
Oh sorry, Excuse Rose Weasley's transfiguring into bloody fluid in a container…Oh Merlin, Oh Merlin, Oh Merlin.
It was as if all the walls around me were going to fall while all the people surrounding me would disappear into oblivion, as I'd float in a groundless dark pit, where I'd suddenly notice…a pair of bloodshot eyes and then that'd be the quite unfortunate end of Rose Weasley.
But there was upside to this, you see, if I suddenly died of a panic attack, then I wouldn't have to admit that my parents were going to disinherit me when I got Slytherin. Notice how I don't use, 'if', anymore because it's kind of obvious I'm going to end up there. Al's such a twat, really…"Oh I'm so going to end up in bloody Slytherin"
No Al, my extremely gitty mate, no…Rose would end up in Slytherin while you would sit at the Hufflepuff table because you're really that nice of a person. Ugh. Why? Why? Why must life be so evil to me?!
"But before that" Professor Doris continued. "We shall hear a few words from our Headmaster, Professor HedgeBottom".
Oh look...life actually doesn't hate me for a second!
I'm officially in love with the Headmaster…for giving me more time before facing the eternal hell the Sorting Ceremony, really is.
You didn't think that I was actually in love with him, did you?
Good.
Glad we got that sorted out.
An elderly man with, silky grey hair got on his feet from behind us, at the ever so-spying-Rose teachers' table and embraced the students below us on the tables with a very classy and elegant presence. His almond shaped, light brown eyes staring down, while his back was turned to us, first years. Naturally, since people love to gossip in this world ever so much, I heard a few murmurs here and there amongst the crowd of students.
"He became Headmaster three years ago"
"I miss Professor McGonogall even more now"
"But he is quite the genius"
"I heard he's strongly acquainted with the Minster"
"I adore him, mate, he's just awesome"
"But, I heard he's muggle born"
"That doesn't matter, what century are you living in?"
"I know…but…"
I didn't quite know the man, but guessing by the murmurs…they did quite like him. Well, I don't care what anyone thinks…I flipping love the man. He did save me from getting sorted into Slytherin for a few minutes, so basically he gave me more time to live…before the flipping flame of eternal hell, burns me to death, that is.
"As a usual case, the message by the Headmaster would be conveyed to the students after our most welcomed, first years, are sorted. Though, I have an important meeting that cannot be delayed a single second. So, I apologize in advance for the inconvenience" he explained, his orotund voice booming through the hall.
Apologize? Inconvenience?
Mate, I flipping bow down to whoever the hell asked you to attend that meeting.
No, seriously.
I do.
He turned around and stared directly at us, first years…of course, I was at the back so I couldn't really see him all that well.
"I grew up around muggles and lived a lifestyle equivalent to theirs and that was where I belonged at first…but the memories I spent here are indeed very precious. Hogwarts is only seven years of magical education, but to those who really embrace it…it's an entire future. It changes who you are, what you do, and how you do it. Especially the houses…whichever you're placed in, you need to remember that all of them are good and never forget that none are superior since I lived through both the Wizarding Wars and the terror it was, really. But it all began due to the lack of positive interaction between the houses. Even though we are separated into different houses, we are all one family" He said and a roar of applause broke in.
Did I ever mention how bloody awesome this man really was?
Probably.
But I didn't consider Slytherin to be inferior or anything, Did I? I...just didn't like it because of the people who were sorted there (including me right here, who is clearly going to Slytherin).
That's not anything bad, is it? I mean, my hating Slytherins, that is. I mean, I know, I know…not all of them are like that, but the ones who are, I just flipping want to boil them in bloody lava, I tell you. Lava. But if I don't like them and that means, I'm suggesting negative interaction… that doesn't mean, I'm the next bloody Voldemort and I'd begin the next flipping Wizarding War, does it?!
Ugh.
This can't be bloody happening to me…
Rose finds actual evidence that says she's in Slytherin, before she's even sorted, next thing that happens is; she discovers she's the next flipping Voldemort. Bloody brilliant, I tell you. Brilliant.
"Here are some reminders to all of you" He turned back around at the hall of students on the table. "No magic is supposed to be used between classes in corridors. Quidditch try-outs are held in the third week of the term. No one, and I repeat; no one is to step foot in the Forbidden Forest, thus the name. Teachers are allowed to take house points from whichever house you belong to…and that will not be changed and I know that this is common knowledge, but due to certain… events last year and naturally the first years along with us, it becomes quite necessary for it to be said. That is all, have a pleasant feast and I wish the very best luck to all of you who are to be sorted" he, turned around once again, only to give an assuring smile to us first-years and then he dismissed himself.
No...Stay!
Say at least ten more pages and then leave…no wait…where is he going…?! COME BACK!
Oh Merlin. Oh Merlin. Oh Merlin.
This can't be happening. Professor Doris just opened up a scroll. That means…
I'm basically minutes away from having firsthand experience in the flame of eternal hell.
Have I ever mentioned how much I miss not knowing I was going to be in Slytherin?
Probably.
Another one of Rose Weasley's
Never sent letters to her family
Dear people who I hold dear,
I have decided that my life will be ended shortly after burning in the flame of the eternal hell, the sorting ceremony really is. Or you know I'd get disinherited. So here is a message to all of you, AND for further reference; only read YOUR message (ahem ahem HUGO). Yeah, sorry to say; but you're the only flipping one who came to mind when I wrote that down, No seriously.
Al: You're my best friend and have always been, even though you're probably never going to talk to me…I mean, no really, ever, EVER again since I called Slytherins evil and you think you'll end up there which I really want to bloody obliterate you upon. I mean, you bloody moron, I'm going to Slytherin while you're just going to be all Hufflepuffy or Grryfindorish on their table because, you, my friend, are a better person than Rose Weasley will ever be. Thanks for allowing me to smack you sometimes. I really did get my future boxer instinct down, shame it's too late for that now. P.S. Keep far away from madness since you're the only sane relative in the Weasley family. Love, in-sane Rose. I'll miss you, mate.
Mum: Ugh. I love you but Mum, you really need to stop being so flipping mean to me. Oh and Hugo says you're his favorite. I don't mind, really… I don't…Merlin.
Dad: Chudley Canons! Go team! Woohoo! Oh, sorry about that. I love you and keep Hugo away from my room, will you? Oh and keep Muna safe, that screech owl is bloody awesome, okay?
Muna: Don't pee too much in your cage (You think I didn't notice, Ha I'm not bloody oblivious (sod off Al) so I did). Do it outside, like a civilized screech owl. And don't hate me for revealing that to the entire bloody world.
Hugo: Muahahaha….my careful placement of your name, made it seem like I purposely left you out. I want to crush your little head at times but you're fine, really. Don't act like the huge githead you are, and I'm sure you'd make friends. P.S. I know that was really mean, but I am getting sorted into Slytherin, so you can't really flipping blame me)
Teddy Lupin: Don't snog Victorie too much. I bloody caught you once, okay?! Do you know how much I bloody cried after that…? Ahem ahem, not that I still fancy you or anything, you know…err just snogging would keep you from doing productive stuff like changing the world or err it would give you flipping herpes. See? Snogging Victorie isn't so bloody wonderful, now is it?!
Fred: Don't get arrested. No seriously. It is you, after all. Like don't do anything such as placing a bloody Bertie-Botts bean in the bloody Minister's tea or something since Uncle George really does want you to work there…so don't ruin his hopes!
All Uncles and Aunts: Err…just don't spread the Weasley madness to the next generation, and you'd be fine.
Hagrid: Have bloody offspring, because, you good sir are flipping awesome. And it is genes like yours which avoid insane, useless, and ordinary humans like me. No, really.
Proffesor HedgeBottom: Despite how we only met for a couple of minutes, I still bloody worship you for giving me more time to live, really; thanks.
Ah. But there was one good thing… you see- I know, I sound bloody retarded right now since I'm actually being optimistic right now (I know, I can't believe it either) but Dad, you're flipping awesome for bloody existing since you gave me the beautiful last name you did.
No, seriously.
Now I get to be at the back of the bloody line and I have more time till I die! Ha Ha Karma, you little prick…I flipping win! Well, even if it was for a couple of minutes, I still win, though! So, just sod off and flipping never come back. EVER.
"Lavender, Mary" Ms. Doris called and a short and really thin girl proceeded to the stool, quite confidently, actually. How could someone walk with their head up high, right in the claws of hell?!
I didn't understand female logic, at all.
Or maybe it was sane people logic…I don't know.
Since I'm not sane, that is.
The hat barely touched the girl's head when it bellowed, "HUFFLEPUFF!"
Well, she must've been the next Buddha or something since she was so naturally, bloody nice. If only I wasn't as evil as I was and then end up in Slytherin. Ah, to be in the life of Rose.
"Levine, Marcus" a boy with long black hair which reached his shoulders, slowly paced himself towards the stool. This time, the hat also barely touched his head before it delivered, "RAVENCLAW!"
Make way for the next bloody Einstein, please. Yeah, thanks. And then there was me, the next Voldemort...and it wasn't the fact that all Slytherins were completely evil either…I just knew I was a terrible and useless human being, okay?
And I don't know why the hell people didn't flipping deliberately tell me that. That I'm the next bloody Voldemort, that is. Rose would prefer a little something called bloody honesty, next time, okay so called family members?
Good. I thought you should know that…So that I'm not the last to find out about how flipping Slytherin, I really am.
Thanks a lot, no really, family members…I quite appreciate it.
Ugh.
Bloody hell.
You know what, by now, my extreme urge to escape had slowed down since I knew that eternal hell awaited me and that it was really quite inevitable. So, why not just get burned to death? Since I was bloody Rose Weasley, it was not so rare to end up like that.
"SLYTHERIN!" Oh God…I feel for you, mate. I really do. We're in this predicament together!
"GRYFFINDOR!" Give me your DNA. Right. Flipping. Now.
"HUFFLEPUFF!" Next Buddha in line shall already go to the table.
"HUFFLEPUFF!" Oh, I think you've got some competition now.
And then before we knew it, we were already on the M's and I was just staring off into space, thinking about Rose Weasley's place in the universe, you know, I needed to do at least that before I died, it was quite necessary. I'm sure anyone would do that before burning in the fire of eternal hell, it was quite natural, really.
"Madeline, Lydia" And then I saw the next flipping Barbie doll head towards the stool. Her, wavy, long blonde hair floated in the air while her round blue eyes watched the students down at the tables.
And why, you ask, doesn't Rose Weasley have such perfect looks…? Oh I don't know, because she was bloody born with karma right above her flipping head! No really, what are child specialists for? If he had just told my parents that I would turn out…well…the way I am now, then I'm sure they would've filed for adoption and then I'd turn out a way better person than I am now and not be headed towards Slytherin. Seriously, thanks a lot, child specialist. You really made my life a lot easier. Bloody hell.
The girl was decided to be Slytherin, as followed by:
"Malfoy, Scorpius" immediately there were murmurs in the crowd as a boy with extremely blonde hair (it was almost white, no lie) and round navy blue eyes made his way from the sea of first years and headed with a springy walk towards the stool. He carefully dropped down on it as Professor Doris placed the Sorting Hat on his head.
The hat took a while as the air got intense and the boy just sat there all comfortably, as if he was certain what the hat was going to say right from the very flipping beginning (seriously, why is everyone just so bloody happy while facing the flame of bloody eternal hell…hello…notice the word eternal hell there before flipping sitting all confidently on the stool) and then the hat broke the silence after yelling, "SLYTHERIN!" The boy shot up and smoothly headed towards the Slytherin table with a smug smirk on his face, and sat next to the Barbie Lydia.
Are you kidding me?!
Rose Weasley prays to every God in every religion that she doesn't get Slytherin and then get disinherited since she so, clearly, happens to be a terrible human being and then you just smile like it's a good thing?! Clearly, someone needed me to give my therapist's home address to them. No, seriously.
I would give it to you, since you so clearly, are as insane as I am. So…it's quite inevitable, really.
Then, came the P's and I was able to be hopeful about at least seeing Al before I would…you know…get burned in the invincible flame of eternal hell. After a couple of names were said, all being Hufflepuff's or Ravenclaw's, came the chance for Al to be sorted.
Oh Merlin. Oh Merlin. Oh Merlin.
"Potter, Albus" a few more murmurs arouse from the crowd, it was, after all the "Potter" name.
Ah.
There you go.
Bloody brilliant.
How I'm so going to prove Al wrong about he's not a Slytherin and more like a Hufflepuff or a Gryffindor, that is. Come on, Al. You've got to be smarter than that… no bloody saner than that to actually think you'd be in Slytherin?!
Ha. Utter load of crap, I tell you.
Flipping twat, "Oh I'm so a Slytherin, ha ha ha" No flipping, moron. I'm a Slytherin, while you can just flipping, smile all you want, with your bloody Gryffindor mates. Since, you know…you don't yell at your little brother like yours truly or bloody write death threats like a flipping psychopath in your diary…you're more or less perfect when it comes down to it, indeed, my very, very good but very, very stupid mate…you are not in Slytherin.
In just a matter of seconds now…there we are…the hat is already on your head now and you know, then you won't be so bloody mad at me anymore and agree that you're not a-
"SLYTHERIN!"
Err…can someone pick up Rose Weasley's mouth from the ground, yeah, your help is quite appreciated.
What? What? WHAT?
I'm sorry, I didn't catch that…did the flipping hat of eternal hell just deem Al…SLYTHERIN…?!
No.
No…this is…can't…won't…Slytherin…Al (For the second time, in the name of Merlin Rose, learn how to speak English).
Ha ha…quite funny, sorting hat…no really, why don't you just become a bloody comedian already, since you're quite good at it, you know?! I mean, any moment now…laughter would come from the crowds and everyone would admit that the sorting hat was being too funny, no really too funny….where is the flipping laughter?! Laugh you flipping idiots, it's supposed to be a joke!
"There has to be some sort of mistake!" I blurted out when Al was already making his way to the Slytherin table, practically slouching. All eyes turned to me and I became an even more shade of red, than I already was. Al froze and turned around, with a look that said it's-alright-get-on-with-it-mate.
How could I bloody get on with it?!
You stupid moron, this was all a huge joke and you were just falling right into it…see everyone's going to start laughing in a few seconds…
"Err…he can't be there…I mean-"
"There is no mistake, whatever the Sorting Hat decides is final" Professor Doris interrupted, arching an eyebrow at me. "But...he...err…alright" I finally settled, my eyes searched for James who, seated, at the Gryffindor table, had a face as flushed as mine was. I mean, look…even James was confused, so clearly he wasn't in Slytherin.
And it's not my bloody insanity which is saying so…even sane people agree with me, don't they? There was no bloody way, I mean…come on! Al is a Hufflepuff and all I know is that Hufflepuffs don't flipping hate muggles.
But did he…? Hate muggles, that is. But he was my best mate…I would've noticed something like Al flipping hating muggles…
But…why? How…? This is just too much, I can't control myself…I want to cry.
Well, there is an upside to this; we can both be in Slytherin together and stay best mates forever…or not, since the bloke would flipping hate me for calling Slytherins evil, the other day. Oh bloody hell.
"Purvis Daniel" was next and I noticed…an indeed familiar face….dark brown neat hair and squinty brown eyes….
Wait a minute…flipping stop the bloody time…!
It was…that arrogant prat from earlier!
How could I be so stupid and not notice so, in the very first second his bloody prattish head revealed itself from the crowd?!
It's the one who bloody snorted at me when I bumped into him…excuse me while I strangle the brains out of that twat!
"SLYTHERIN!" Well, that was predictable since he was a bloody prat and he didn't even bother saying thank you once to me for picking up his books and not mentioning the dirtying my robes thing he was doing earlier. He downright deserved it.
Hmph.
Seriously, such prats in the world do after all, indeed, exist. I kind of feel sorry for every other human being to endure their prattish ways.
Ugh.
But what's with everyone being sorted into Slytherin today-
Oh no…Oh Merlin…The sorting hat was flipping...broken!
I think life just officially granted me permission to explode the flipping universe.
Bloody hell.
Couldn't the sorting hat find a better day to be broken since…you know, I was going to be sorted into Slytherin anyway and there was just that teeny meeny little chance that any other house would pop up, so I'd much rather have a little chance than none at all. But noooo…my Karma just has to make sure that Rose is put into Slytherin, no matter if rocks are falling from the flipping sky or a bloody tsunami arrives. She has to bloody end up in Slytherin, no matter what. Bloody hell. No really; bloody hell.
Oh no, wait….flipping hold on! The W's have just started...oh no, oh Merlin; I'm hyperventilating here, help! Mayday, Mayday...Rose Weasley is lost on the radar...
"Weasley, Rose" came minutes later. My heart simply just jumped into a dark pit and my eyes got all puffy, I couldn't breathe anymore and my palms were as sweaty as a waterfall, really
Here comes Slytherin. Here comes disinheriting….disinheriting… I'm sorry Mum, sorry Dad…but I guess someone out there would adopt me, if they are indeed as insane as I am, that is. I'm sorry for being a useless, mad, and completely ordinary red head I was, and just give all your love to Hugo now, since he so clearly wants it. Also, tell Teddy that I do still have somewhat feelings for him and if Victorie doesn't happen to be the one for him; then orphan Rose would have some space in her heart for him.
Yep.
I said it.
I bloody said it.
I still fancy him a little...is it so wrong?
God…ugh.
I mean, I am going to die in a few minutes so why not, right?
My legs trembled in fear while I unsteadily walked as slow as possible, staring at the ground…Yep. This was really it. The life changing decision that was not even mine to take. And perhaps, I was already alright with it, you know. Being in Slytherin, that is. Since, it was quite inevitable, really; having the inner Voldemort in me and what not.
And then, at the peak of my karma, something even more sad and disappointing happened.
And what, you ask, could've been flipping worse than walking straight towards eternal hell…indeed, what could possibly be worse than that?! It was flipping making more than a thousand people laugh at you along the way…no really, it was just bloody brilliant. I tell you; brilliant.
It's like every time I take a step in my life, I'm just a second away from proving how much crap I am at almost everything…hell, I can't even walk so don't flipping blame me for saying I'm crap at everything because all evidence proves it very well, if I may say so.
I heard a few people laugh from the crowd as I stood up from my stumbled-Rose-is-just-a-failure position while I wanted to just bloody drown in my own tears, already.
And then, I was just so lifeless (aren't I always?) that, I slouched my way to the stool.
Just lay it on me, already.
I know what's coming, I think we all do, isn't it bloody obvious?
I felt the hat touch my head, here we go any minute now; Slytherin!
But nothing happened and there was a long awaiting pause, further proving my flipping point that the hat was broken, just bloody broken, which was of course a good thing and a bad thing. I'd get more time to live before the flame of eternal hell bloody strikes me while no matter the slightest possibility of another house, I'd still get sorted into Slytherin.
Ah…the ups and the downs to my life. Really complicated, eh?
Before I could literally ask Professor Doris, if the hat was very well, indeed, broken, I heard a tiny voice in my ear.
"Hmm…quite interesting, indeed. There is imagination and creativity, ah yes…thirst for knowledge, there is intelligence indeed; ah Ravenclaw would be good for you, but I think there is another house that'd suit you best…" it paused.
Not Slytherin. Not Slytherin. Not Slytherin. Oh, Merlin please; anything but Slytherin(Oh wait, Merlin was a Slytherin….Oh bloody hell, Rose; do at least one thing right.)
"Hmm? Not Slytherin? Oh, you're not Slytherin…not in the slightest. Best be…"
Not in the slightest…?
Err…sorting hat of eternal hell, if I may say so; did you just say I'm not…Slytherin…not even in the slightest….I mean, I knew you were broken and all but really, you don't have to feel pitiful for me… I mean, I bloody know I'm in Slytherin… you're just trying to comfort me before you just bloody yell out Slytherin, aren't you? Well, it's not going to work. Your, 'comforting', that is…but that's alright, I quite appreciate it, actually…but next time be more honest, okay?! Any second now…here we go…. Before it could declare Slytherin! Slytherin! Slytherin! (thrice because he wanted to make sure that I didn't fall for his 'comforting' and realize the reality of my bloody situation)…my mind only showing me images of adoption papers and a disappointed-faced, parents.
"GRYFFINDOR!"
Err, sorting hat…sir… I think you pronounced Slytherin very, very incorrectly and- hold on, hold bloody on….He said...Gryffindor...!
The hat was taken off my head and I just sat there on the stool, almost melting on the floor…
This couldn't possibly be happening. I mean, it's a bloody good thing and last time I checked; good things don't happen to a certain Rose Weasley… so…This is has to be a flipping dream, right?!
There is no way in bloody hell, that someone as evil as me, someone who has an inner bloody Voldemort, could flipping end up in something as awesome as Gryffindor.
I refuse to even believe such utter nonsense and- Why the hell isn't pinching working?!
Why am I still here…?!
I should be back in a nice, comfortable, bed dreaming my arse off. Because I bloody know this is a dream, okay?
I mean, what would you think?! It has to be a dream!
But then…why am I not waking up? Why is everyone still here? Why am I still in the Great Hall?
Does this mean…it's…real?!
This is...actually...happening?!
My mouth dropped open and butterflies just started roaming around in my stomach. A triumphant, wide grin appeared on my face and I just wanted to say a big fat "Screw you" to my, now, officially dead karma.
Wait a second; is that a flipping rainbow, there?! Thought so, since; everything in the world seems so bloody brilliant all of a sudden.
Oh, excuse my tears of flipping happiness. I'm quite trying to hold them, really. Shame, that they're far too much to handle, really are.
I was almost actually considering asking if I was in like Lala land or something because all I saw was flipping butterflies and rainbows…Before I leaped into the air, pumping my fist up "My parents aren't going to disinherit me! Woohoo!" And then the whole Great Hall might as well, cracked up, while the Slytherins just grunted at me.
I immediately turned a shade of red and embarrassed, retrieved to the Gryffindor table where I noticed half of my cousins clapping wildly as I heard James cheer, "Rosie!Rosie!Rosie"
Bloody brilliant, I tell you; brilliant.
And that, kids, is how I remember my karma dying.
But if you haven't noticed, as long as there is a bloody Rose next to the flipping Weasley; my karma would be simply immortal, I tell you, which I of course realized, only a matter of minutes later.
Yep, it got reinforcements that fast.
I know, I want to just flipping poison Merlin now, and that, mate, would be quite the tragedy…losing the best wizard in history, that is. Oh well, I'd write about that later since I'm so bloody happy right now, nothing even related to my karma matters anymore.
Reminders:
1. Thank Merlin (instead of flipping poisoning him, Rose, you moron!) for the rest of your life because you got into Gryffindor.
2. Make friends with a unicorn since seemingly they're everywhere I look, and perhaps making friends would make my plain, useless, and grey life to be a lot more colorful… well there's a thought.
3. What the bloody hell did I just write on # 2?! Am I really that happy?! Scratch that, Right. Bloody. Now!
4. Breathe. Sleep. Oh and….celebrate the best moment of your entire bloody life.
5. Ask parental figures to throw away their 'enlisting for adoption' papersin a letter.
6. Find Al and celebrate your greatest moment in your life together with -Oh Merlin…bloody hell. How could I be so utterly terrible of a human being and forget about Al…?!
Saturday, September 1st, 2017, Very Very Late, Grand Staircase: heading towards Gryffindor Dormitories, Unicorns and Rainbows are suddenly disappearing because of a certain someone.
"Oh my God, James, I thought I'd be in Slytherin…This is the best bloody moment of my life" I practically hummed as I stood up from the Gryffindor table after eating around a gazillion things like the huge fatso I really am. But you can't really blame me; the food was bloody awesome, okay? I repeat; awesome.
"Rose, are you-"James began, standing up beside me, as I interrupted him.
"Not high… just happy. What? Cant' a woman be happy in peace without being asked by her million cousins; if she has, ever so suddenly, become a bloody drug addict?!" I said. James laughed and shrugged before I could completely avoid his ever so, mocking laughing and just continue my wonderful life full of flowers and rainbows since I was just sorted in the house where there was no 'filing for adoption papers' at the very end of it.
We walked (well, I skipped merrily like a five year old, but I guess walk is an alright term) towards the Grand Staircase, exiting the Great Hall (seriously why is everything named like it's so flipping awesome…grand staircase, great hall…well, I guess they were pretty awesome). Well, I thought so…until it happened.
You know what…sometimes, you flipping think that maybe your day wasn't so bad and that maybe if a certain good thing happened, the happiness it caused would last… but it clearly wasn't so in my case. Every time a single good thing happened to me, a billion bad things would accompany it. And what, you ask, could've possibly gone wrong when all I saw was literally unicorns and rainbows; Everything.
So, there I am: clearly minding my own business, walking up the Grand Staircase with a storm of other Gryffindors, rushing behind me, following Prefect Michael. And this time, I just so happened to be in the front of the line.
Oh blimey, karma; I think you need to get checked for being flipping bipolar, okay?
Bloody hell.
One second my damn karma is like: "You know what; back of the line, so you can't see anything and be flipping spied on by the teachers so you can't escape at. bloody. all."
And the other, it's like: "Now, you know, I kind of want you to be in the front of the line, so that, since you obviously have such a great fear of heights; when you look down from the gap of the moving staircase, you'd have a seizure and flipping break all 206 of your bones. Ha, I'm so bloody brilliant, aren't I? Muahahahaha."
Bloody arse.
My karma, that is.
And only God knows whatever bloody wrong, I ever did. Perhaps existing…? I mean I was practically as useless of a human being as anyone could possibly be, so perhaps taunting me was some sort of entertainment to God and so he kept on rolling the ball of infinite karma, behind me or I really quiet was just a terrible human being and flipping downright deserved it. I don't even know, anymore.
So, there I am; on the seventh floor of the Grand Staircase just walking up from the bottom of it, watching the many people in the portraits on the sides, chattering away.
"Oh, new Gryffindors; I see…the Fat Lady awaits you" I heard one of them say.
"They're not Gryffindors! Aren't they Slytherins?" another one responded, giving me a heart attack…what if I was indeed sorted into Slytherin?! Perhaps, I was just hallucinating it all since I wanted to be in Gryffindor so bloody badly.
"No…they're Gryffindors!" It yelled back.
"Slytherins!"
"Gryffindors!"
"Slytherins!"
Thanks to the bloody portraits (no really, thanks) I don't even know which house I'm in now. Well, at least-
"So, you know, it'd be nice if they could win for a change" James said, snapping me back to reality.
"Huh?" I asked.
"The Slytherins quidditch team, it'd be nice if they could win for a change" he repeated, slightly annoyed that I wasn't listening before. I just smiled and agreed as a response.
Was it just me or did it seem like everything, today; seem to be centered around the word Slytherin, today…not that I mind, really. Since, I didn't have to spend the next 7 years there and you know, get bloody disinherited because of it, so I was fine with it, really.
"Speaking of err…Slytherin…, what about err…A-A-A-"I began.
"Al?" he finished for me, I slowly nodded my head, and he stared up at the ceiling while taking another step up of the staircase. "Ah, I don't know…perhaps he'd be fine with it or…" Then he shook his head with eyebrows furrowed, as his head flung back to my face, grinning widely, "He'll be fine, really"
Where was he right now…?
Oh right, he's probably heading towards the Slytherin dormitories on another floor…
"I just hope he isn't filed for adoption" I joked while both of us laughed. By this time, we were already at the top of the staircase, waiting for the holding gap between the moving staircase to fill up when I felt it; something almost push me in between my shoulder blades with extreme force.
Beneath me, the multiple staircases exchanging ways seemed to get closer and I wondered if I really was just imagining things in all the happiness I was feeling right now; but no…it wasn't my imagination at all. Within a blink of an eye, the staircases seemed ten times closer than before and my body was already more than forty degrees titled as I felt my feet lose their touch on the floor of the step we were on and then I looked down at the many floors beneath me; I could just see Madame Pomfrey's face, smiling up at me (the nurse, James was talking about earlier) and I knew that I was very, very close to:
A. Breaking many, many bones indeed
B. Death
Yeah, like any bloody human being; I preferred A too and while I cursed my flipping fate and just how utterly stupid my very existence really was, in those simple milliseconds; I felt something grab a hold of me tightly on my stomach and pull me back to where there was a floor.
Oh Merlin, bless you mate! God bloody loves you!
My grateful eyes instantly shot back to the certain someone beside me who had a relieved look on his face, still holding me tightly "Oh, thank bloody Merlin" James sighed and released his hold on me. I immediately turned around.
Only to notice the prattiest human being on the bloody planet.
A platinum blonde head held it's back towards me, I felt my being release flipping black steam out while turning an even brighter shade of red than it already was, I clenched my fists, pursed my lips, and narrowed my eyes.
I think it wasn't my name that was going to be erased from the List of Magical folk…
Oh, no.
Not even in the slightest.
It was this blonde prick's slimy little head once I obliterated him with my green laser shooting, flipping Avada Kedavra eyes.
And I thought I was a psychopath, no…I wasn't even close.
You know, there is a limit to everything; it's understandable if you don't like someone but you don't go shoving them off a bloody staircase!
That is just…far too wrong to be even considered psychopathic.
Before I could throttle his throat and explode him into smithereens…he turned around and I noticed a very familiar face, indeed. But who was he…? Where had I seen him before….and why-
It…was the bloke at the Sorting Ceremony who had flipping smirked proudly once getting Slytherin…it was the bloke who needed my therapist's home address! How could I be so stupid and forget so?!
Everything seems to make perfect sense now…of course someone like him who would flipping be proud to be in Slytherin like a mad person, would go around shoving people off the staircase; leading them to their quite unexpected deaths.
It was hardly a surprise that a bloke like him was a psychopath…I mean I would flipping cry myself to sleep if I got Slytherin….but of course the world did have its share of people who were ten times more insane than you ever were.
Ah, what an experience; finding someone more insane than Rose Weasley, no really, what an experience.
Actually, he made me sort of happy.
That he was ten times more insane than I was, that is. It gave people who were also mad, something called; hope. But even if he had given me a somewhat amount of hope, he had done the unforgivable, okay?
And even when we're both psychopaths, whereas I write death threats to my cousins in my diary… while he just went on with the killing urge and actually did it; I still couldn't be able to empathize my psychopathic sense along with him.
He stared at me with a blank expression, with those round navy-blue eyes, almost as if he had done absolutely no wrong…it was as if he was asking to be rolled in a carpet and be flipping tossed off of a bridge, for all I care, but I used my little to no levels of patience to not actually do that, but do something else.
Something much, much worse than rolling him in a bloody carpet and tossing him off a bridge…
And what, you ask, could possibly be worse than doing something like that?
It was my incredible hulk anger.
Yep.
That, my very, very unfortunate, mate is worse than getting tossed off a bridge…I bloody breathe fire when I'm angry, okay? And don't tell me that the blonde prick didn't deserve it.
My incredible hulk anger, that is.
He deserved every single bit of it.
He did, after all, revive my so stupidly thought as "dead" karma…which thanks to this life changing lesson, I soon realized would always remain immortal; even when I die, would it bring me roses to my grave…well at least it'd be accompanying me, after all, I would eventually die alone with billions of cats and a mustache, so obviously no one in their right mind would visit my grave. So I guess I should be thankful to my immortal karma that it would be there for me, even at times, when no other being was. No really, thanks.
And that's when my vaporizing with steam being, had just about had it about reasoning it out.
I had formed a simple conclusion to all this: my incredible flipping hulk anger.
"ARE YOU BLOODY MAD?" I bellowed, and everyone, no literally; everyone stopped whatever the hell they were doing as no one uttered a single word. Time was still and the air was intense as he remained there with that extremely annoying, blank expression on his face and said not a single word. "Well…aren't you going to say anything?" I continued, lowering my volume a little. I mean, it was already completely quiet; so what was the flipping point in yelling when all the prick needed was my incredible hulk anger to get into the Beware-Rose-Weasley-is-going-to-flipping-strangle-you- in-about-two-seconds mood.
He still stayed there with that same, bloody, blank expression and I had just about had it. How could he just stand there as if he done absolutely nothing wrong?!
He could've bloody apologized, looked down at the floor in shame, or do something other than just simply standing there like a flipping puppet.
Ugh.
Merlin.
Why are blokes so bloody complicated?!
All he needed to do was apologize and I'd lay him off the edge a little, but if he, clearly wasn't even going to do that; then I'm perfectly sure that there is no way in hell that I'm releasing him from my Incredible Hulk anger, okay?
So, I did what any person would do, to expect a bloody reaction (more like him begging on his bloody knees to be spared, but reaction is an okay term too); since not yelling worked, flipping vaporizing with steam worked, and my avada kedavra eyes worked on this arrogant prat…then there was only one thing left to do:
I took out my wand from my robe's pocket as quickly as I could and suavely pointed it at him, furrowing my eyebrows to the extreme where they actually hurt a little. He had to just simply beg for mercy, any second now, he's going to drop on his knees and plead to be released from my grip.
But he didn't plead for mercy.
Neither did he drop on his knees.
All he did was just simply stand there when I pointed my wand at him …while SMIRKING at me.
That is not the usual reaction to Rose Weasley's vaporizing with anger, okay?!
It is definitely not.
So then I expelled a long grunt before yelling out, "Incen-"thinking in mind of conjuring flames from where he was at but instead I had missed out on something, he had screamed out "Locomotor Mortis" only when my tongue was at the "In" syllable of Incendio, a feeling of petrifaction burned from my body as followed while I struggled to move the lower part of it as it was jammed.
"What…?" I said in complete bewilderment, glancing down at my legs, exerting all the force in my body to have some sort of movement from them.
Oh Merlin…Bloody hell, woman, is casting a hex so bloody hard?!
"Leg-locking curse" a husky voice responded as I looked up only to notice his wand pointed directly at me. "You'd learn it at some point" he stood smirking proudly before he turned around and began walking down the staircase.
Where did that wand come from…?
When did he have time to even…?
"Hey! You wait…just a second…ugh" I struggled to move my legs as if they were glued to the ground, looking like a paralyzed penguin trying to walk, at that matter. "We're not done here…! Hey! Wait!" Before I knew it his slimy little head had disappeared and I was only boiling with anger before I managed a, "Who the hell was that?!"
James said from beside me, "Scorpius Malfoy" he paused. "The bloke you had to beat in every test"
My mouth dropped to the ground before I could answer, "I…I... thought it was Scampious Mudfloy" and then James bloody exploded in laughter. What was so funny about that?! I was just a forgetful person…and would someone bloody get me out of this leg-locked mess!
I can't go bloody anywhere like this!
"You there!" I heard someone say from behind me. It was Prefect Michael, the one who was in the very front of the line, leading us to the Dormitory. Yeah, him. Oh boy… "Are you…err…alright?" he asked, looking down at my knees once he had walked up to me.
"Err…yeah" I answered, lying my arse off before I heard a squeaky quite voice from below me. A short boy, wearing moon-glasses was looking up at me from three stairs down.
"Err…could I...err…" all eyes turned to him as he fidgeted and trembled. Then, people as mean as they were, started talking again…no, gossiping about the Mudfloy, ahem; Malfoy bloke and what not when the boy suddenly blurted out after a couple of seconds, "IT WAS ME!" everyone became silent and he turned a shade of red. "Err…I…" his voice then lowered down again.
"What do you mean?" was my instant response.
"It…was...well…I kind of bumped into you…err….I was behind you and someone just happened to push me when I accidentally bumped into you….err but unfortunately for that blonde guy…um …he was right behind you as well, so…um you thought it was him, not…noticing that um…I was there right beside him the whole time" he explained, shaking terribly and staring down at the ground."I'm...really...sorry...err..."
Wait…what?!
Don't tell me…
Oh bloody hell.
I had caused the bloke I had to compete with, to officially hate me.
OH MERLIN…NO…THIS CAN'T BE HAPPENING!
One of Rose Weasley's
Actually sent letters
Dear Dad,
Sadly, I got sorted into the house-that-shall-not-be-named and even though I tried my very best to tell the Deputy Headmistress, Professor Doris, how much I wasn't a Slytherin at all; but she wouldn't listen to a thing I said, so I was forced to eat dinner at the Slytherin table…
SIKE!
I'm sorry that I completely freaked you out there, I didn't mean to. Well, I actually thought I was going to end up there in the first place while cursing you guys on not telling me how much of a Slytherin I was, but then, when the Sorting Hat was placed on top of my head…it did not yell out Slytherin but yes indeed, Dad, what you were hoping for; Gryffindor!
I seriously haven't felt so happy ever in my life…I mean it seemed like everything was falling apart but it happened to get better.
But, in my indeed, quite unfortunate life, a good moment is accompanied by a thousand bad ones and I stumbled my way to the stool where the hat sat. It was quite embarrassing, really. Everyone just exploded in laughter and I think I hadn't felt so bad ever in my life.
And while you're wondering why I didn't write to you since the Sorting Ceremony for a week and that no one in the family over there knew that I was sorted into Gryffindor, was because all my cousin mates here, were asked to not write about it to any of the Uncle and Aunties down there, so it was all planned perfectly to freak you out….but…Al…
Dad, while I got Gryffindor, Al, sadly, did not. I'm sure you've heard about it by now since I didn't mention anything to Al about the whole let's-freak-our-parents-out plan. I won't write more about it but I'd tell you that Al isn't really talking to me as much as he used to…he's made new Slytherin mates and day by day, it seems as if our conversations are getting more awkward than before…but we're still best mates and I still adore him. I just hope he feels the same way and isn't disgusted by my very presence. I don't know why he got Slytherin, Dad; I just don't see it.
I feel so lonely without having him by my shoulder all the time, like I used to. I know, that there are many cousins and all in Gryffindor and I can spend time with them and what not…but it just doesn't feel the same way.
Classes are going alright, I'm average in almost everything but I'm practically flunking in Flying lessons…I really am quite bad at it. On the other hand, Al is thinking about trying out for the quidditch team. I supported him and all but that's really all we talk about now. I don't understand, even when I apologized for calling Slytherins evil at the party without knowing he'd end up there and-
Let's forget about that for now. Remember the bloke who I had to surpass in all tests…yeah him. Well, I kind of got into detention for, being loud and disruptive and what not when he…sort of "pushed" me off the staircase while James caught me. It turned out, that it was some other bloke who accidentally did it while I yelled at stupid Malfoy who had completely locked my legs after my failed attempt in casting a fire-making spell. But don't you worry, Dad, I would surpass that bloke in everything from now on, okay? Don't you worry…It's my revenge.
But other than that, everything's alright. Tell Hugo, that Hogwarts isn't much fun (Oh my God, it's the best thing ever) so he doesn't bug you about it too much and err…I'll write to you again, when I have the time. Probably will, since nothing ever happens in my life.
Love,
Rose.
P.S. I really, really do need you guys to keep Hugo away from my room, okay? I'm counting on you guys.
Author's ending note:
So…how did you like it, eh? I don't know why but I was quite uncomfortable when I was writing this Chapter, it felt like it was missing something which the first Chapter had; but your opinion matters too, so let me know, if you happen to hold any kind of criticism or suggestion or anything because like said, I feed off of that.
The next chapter includes a little back story to rewind a little key events which occurred during the past few years as it set in the present where Rose in her 5th year. It also includes a little Malfoy-Rose interaction. That's all I can reveal for now. I really hope you enjoyed it and a quick shout out to those of you wrote me review: I couldn't thank you enough.
I think that's pretty much it for now, I think I'm going to get started on the third Chapter now, in hopes of uploading it early too since I do have a couple of days before, unfortunately, I have to return to the hell hole, school really is. Nah, I'm just kidding; but I would get busy in those days, so I need to make sure I upload as much as I can right now.
Farewell, awesome readers! I will see you again, pretty soon!