Chapter Four

The day dragged. The weeks dragged. At the day of the Halloween feast, classes seemed longer than usual. By dinner, Rosa was dead on her feet. She had met another muggleborn named Lily Evans, the red head she saw at sorting the other night. The redhead was her lab partner in Potions and her enthusiasm, plus both their smarts, had made the Professor favor the two of them. Lily had ranted on about how there were two boys she had just despised. James Potter and Sirius Black. Rosa had begun to create opinions on the two of them just by what Lily had said.

"Hey, Rosa. Professor Slughorn wants us to write an essay on the cure for boils and how to make it right?" Her friend had asked. Rosa nodded. Professor Slughorn had gone around the room, his dress robes billowing behind him, criticizing and helping those who needed the help. [1]

"I think you're correct. Professor seemed like he'd be extremely tough, but, no, not really." I stated. "None of my teachers were that rough on their students, except maybe Professor Flint. He's pretty rough on his students." [2] Rosa grumbled. After she had gone to that class, the Professor being biased against blood relations had targeted her and three other muggleborns that were in his class, making them feel horrible and worthless. Rosa needs to prove herself.

"Flint didn't seem so bad. I had it with Slytherin." Lily mumbled, her opinion of Potter and Black resurfacing. "The good thing was, I had one of my friends in that house, too. Severus Snape? He's not as bad as the people in his house. You should meet him!" Lily's enthusiasm finalized her decision.

"You should introduce us in History of Magic! We have that class again soon." Rosa nodded, her bag strung across her body and settling on her left hip. Lily's head perked in the direction of a few of her Gryffindor friends, waving at her. "Go, I'll see you around!" Rosa pushed her lightly in the direction of her friends. Lily waved and Rosa spun around, bumping into someone with a surprised noise.

"I'm so sorry!" She blurted out before seeing who it was. Grey eyes, dark unruly curls, a smirk. Sirius Black. "Not really." She stepped around him and walked off in the direction of the Ravenclaw Tower.

"Hey! Wait a second." He grabbed her elbow, spinning her around.

"Yeees?" She questioned in annoyance, her lip turning the slightest bit. She brushed her brown hair off her shoulder in a catty move and crossed one arm across her stomach.

"You're friends with the muggleborn, the one in our Potions class, right?"

"I'd assume we're friends," She thought of what Autumn and Charlotte had warned her about, about the blood hate and the superiority of the Purebloods. "Why?"

"No reason." He dropped her elbow and left her standing in the middle of the hallway confused. Laughs erupting from down the hall. Spinning, she saw Black standing amongst his group of merry little idiots.

What the-

A cloud of fog exploded in the hallway, Rosa being the brunt of the fog. Coughing, she waved a hand forcefully in front of her face. At that moment, she felt little droplets landing on her head. Looking up, her face was wide in fear at what was in the bucket floating above her head.

"Oh gosh." The bucket tipped and dark liquid dumped out, covering Rosa from head to foot. The molasses making her hair clump together and her skin feel tight. The head poltergeist of the school, Peeves, flew above her, a bag in his hand. [3]

"Ickle, Fickle little birdie is getting her feathers." He dropped the bag, and white down feathers landed on her head, as well as the rest of her body. A few Hogwarts students had wandered in the halls and stared at her, the pranksters snickering among them. A few of her fellow Ravenclaws were looking at her with pity, the pictures moving and looking at her the same way.

"Little Raven's feathers grew in!" A loud shout came from a midst of green. Rosa spun on her heel, a few tears falling down her cheeks, only to get stuck in the molasses. Feathers falling as she rushed to the west side of the school, the stairs moving as she headed to the seventh floor, the owlery, a safe haven, and home to where her owl stayed. She walked past the painting Barnabas Barnby and his teaching the trolls to basket weave, her breath coming out shaky and her sense of direction misguided. She headed past the painting again in the opposite direction and wiped her cheeks, the sticky liquid smudging on her cheeks. Feeling as she was followed, Rosalyn turned around, except instead of the painting, there was a huge door. Curiosity overcoming common sense, the first year entered the door, seeing a washroom, and a huge bathtub. What had she found? [4]

I know this chapter is extremely short, and there was a time skip between September and Halloween, but I want to get the relationships between the Marauders and Rosa, as well as the somewhat bookish relationship between Lily and Rosa up and going.

1. Taken from the HP Wiki, except having Snape's dressrobes billow, I changed it to Slughorn.

2. Another based off of Snape and his Potions class. Professor Flint is of my own creation, and I'd like to keep him as my own.

3. I don't know if Peeves was able to hold a grip on the physical plane, seeing as he is a ghost, so, I'm not sure, it's fanfiction, Peeves can hold things physically.

4. I've looked for floor plans and scanned the Harry Potter wiki so many times for the location of these important places. The owlery is on the West, same as the Ravenclaw tower, so, I've made it so they're next to each other. There is also, on the wiki, that there was a painting of some dude teaching trolls to basket weave, and there were websites all over google about tickling a pear? As far as I know, tickling a pear is for the kitchen, yeah?

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Emily.