Chapter 5 - "The Magic in You"
September 2nd, 1991
Rose Potter woke up nice and early the day after the sorting.
Or that was what she'd like to say, but the grumbling and moaning mess of black hair that took her place in her bed was not so happy to be risen from her slumber.
She opened her eyes when she heard some snickering, and met Hannah's mirthful eyes.
"Not a morning person, huh?" Hannah asked from her bed.
"Not really," she admitted, "you look chipper, though."
"I've been awake for a while, I'm so excited I couldn't sleep for long." Her grin was infectious and Rose found herself returning it. "Sue woke up just a little while ago. She went to take a shower."
"I should do the same…" Rose grumbled, racking her finger through her hair. "It's the only way to control this mess."
"I noticed, that hair looks like it's alive!" Hannah exclaimed, an amused expression on her face. "Let's go! I remember the prefect pointing out yesterday where the showers were."
Well, that was lucky, because Rose didn't remember much of the tour of the Common Room they were given.
Rose shivered a little when her bare feet touched the floor. The weather in Scotland had been a lot colder than what she expected, and it wasn't even autumn yet. She rushed to her trunk in the base of her bed and took a dressing gown, some slippers and her uniform from it- noticing with some amazement that all three uniforms had the yellow colour of her house. So they were enchanted…
Hannah did the same, and covered her yellow flannel pyjamas with her own dressing gown. Grabbing her hand, the shorter girl started to lead Rose down the hallway.
That was something Rose noticed about her new friend, she was really touchy-feely. Not that she minded, she enjoyed it even, but she wasn't really used to it.
The shower she took was a little short, but it was enough to finish waking her up. After putting on her uniform, this time making sure to wear her sweater, and the tights under her skirt, Rose started her daily ritual of taming her hair.
Hannah joined her a moment later, her pristine uniform on- now with the yellow trim on the robes and the Hufflepuff badger standing proud on her chest- and spent a few seconds at most doing her hair, putting it up in two pigtails.
She snorted when she noticed Rose fighting with her brush. "Give it here, let me help you with that." Rose did so, and spent the next few moments looking at her friend working on her hair.
When it was as straight as possible, Hannah put a hand on her chin and looked at her critically, like an artist looking at a canvas. Rose was about to ask what the girl was thinking about when she reached again and started braiding her hair.
She was a little amazed at the sure movements her friend had when manipulating her hair - Maybe I can get some tips later?, she thought while trying to follow what Hannah was doing without much luck.
"Done!" Rose turned a little and saw that her hair was styled into a french braid that hung down until her middle back. She could feel her scalp pulling a little, but she loved how her hair looked.
It actually looked prim and proper! She could never get it to look other than messy.
Hannah once again looked at her critically after she finished and then nodded. "Yeah, you look good in the demure and shy librarian style." Then she tilted her head to the side. "You'll need to be more shy, though. Get into the character. We should get you some books to carry around." she declared, giving another nod for good measure.
Rose snorted, still unable to look away from her hairdo. "Wasn't shyness more of a Susan thing? Are you looking only for shy friends? Should I be worried about being ditched for being too brazen?" She asked with a playful smile.
They left the bathroom behind and started going down the stairs to the Common Room. "Oh no, you are stuck with me now. I told you before!" Hannah said with a bright smile.
Susan was waiting for them, sitting on a couch. Rose wondered if the little leather cover notebook in her hands was the famous criminals' notebook that Susan liked to write in, according to Hannah.
"Oh! Good Morning, you two." The redhead said, putting the notebook in one the pockets of her robe. "I was about to check if you had gotten up. We need to go to the great hall, an older girl told me that Professor Sprout is going to give us our timetables."
"We would've gotten here a lot earlier, but the beast on Rose's head needed to be tamed!" Hannah said, pointing at her hair. "Look, Sue! Doesn't she look good?"
"Hmm, yeah." Susan mused, "I really like the look, it suits you." Hannah looked at Rose triumphantly, like Susan's words validated everything she had said.
"You think so?" she asked, a little embarrassed flush appearing on her cheeks and Susan answered with her little mm-hmm. "Can you teach me how to do it on my own later?" Rose asked Hannah.
"Of course! We're also going to try a lot more hairstyles, so be prepared!" the shorter girl declared, her hands on her hips.
Rose smiled, looking forward to it.
"Do you think this is the place?" Rose asked her two friends.
"Should be." Answered Susan, reaching for the door. "I asked a prefect when you were picking up your stuff, she told me the way here and to the History of Magic classroom for later."
"Oh! As expected of Sue! Always on top of things!" Hannah exclaimed, hands on her cheeks, acting like she was swooning.
"Someone has to, you know." Susan grumbled a little, but Rose could see the pleased flush on her face.
"Are we the first ones here?" The Transfiguration classroom was empty, aside from desks neatly arranged on rows looking at a podium that had a blank blackboard behind it. There was a little bookcase next to the board, and a grandfather clock on the side of the classroom. The walls were covered in parchment with weird diagrams and notes written on them.
"Oh! Is that a kitty? Do you think it's the professor's?" Rose looked at where Hannah pointed and, indeed, there was a cat sitting primly on the podium next to a wooden box, its yellow eyes looking pointedly at them. "It has cute little marks on its eyes! It looks like it has glasses like Rose."
Susan held her friend back, who had started to head to the podium. "Leave it be Hannah, you don't know where it's been, it could be dirty." She fretted and Rose could swear that the cat's eyes narrowed at the words. Smart kitty, maybe it's magical? A kneazle, they're called?, she wondered.
Hannah pouted but followed her friend's advice.
The next few minutes were spent chatting amongst themselves, and greeting the students that started trickling in the classroom. They were sharing the first Double Transfiguration class with the students of Ravenclaw so, soon enough, the classroom was filled with the yellow and blue of their houses.
The class was supposed to start in a few minutes but there was not a sign of Professor McGonagall and Rose could hear some students whispering about it.
Finally, the clock on the side hit nine o'clock.
There were some surprised yelps from the front row when the cat suddenly leaped from the podium, which were soon replaced with voices of amazement when the kitty turned into Professor McGonagall midjump.
The woman stood in front of the students, tall and prim as ever, not a hair out of place. She waved her wand towards the door and it closed with a thump!.
"Transfiguration." she began. "One of the most difficult, and dangerous arts you will find in this school, yet one of the most rewarding. What you saw just now was the pinnacle of it: self-transfiguration into an animagus form." she explained.
The teacher started to slowly walk between the rows of desks, meeting the eyes of any student closest to her at the moment.
"As I said yesterday, I am Minerva McGonagall, and I will be your teacher in this class during the next five years. Seven, if you find yourselves interested in furthering your studies after. I am also the head of Gryffindor House, and the Deputy Headmistress of Hogwarts. You may call me Professor McGonagall or Madam McGonagall, I don't mind either." Professor McGonagall had finished her walk of the classroom and placed herself between the podium and the blackboard.
"Good, it seems there are none missing." The woman said with a tight smile. "Let me start the first class you will have in this school by issuing a warning. Magic is not a toy." The smile was gone and Professor McGonagall was looking sternly down on them.
"Maybe not at first, but there will be some spells that I will teach in this class that will be dangerous to attempt without supervision. Any that are found to be practising spells recklessly or against their peers will be severely punished, and will not be allowed in my class again. Are we clear?" The woman asked and Rose found herself saying "Yes, ma'am." with her classmates. "Good."
"Now, to start this lesson, does anyone here already know what transfiguration entails?" She asked.
Multiple hands shot up, Rose's included. The professor's eyes roamed the classroom for a second and said, "Yes, Mr Goldstein?"
A blond Ravenclaw student shot up, his face looking a little red. "A-ah. Transfiguration is a branch of magic that focuses on the alteration of the form or appearance of an object, animal or person."
"A perfect textbook answer, as expected of Ravenclaw. Take a point for your house, Mr Goldstein." The boy smiled and sat back down, face glowing in happiness at earning the first point amongst his yearmates. His housemates were just as happy as him, as the boy sitting next to him congratulated him with a couple of pats in the back.
"As your classmate said, transfiguration is the magic that deals with the changes of the physical structure of all matter." The professor waved her wand and her podium changed rapidly into a pig. "Inanimate to organic." Then, another wave and the pig turned to a wooden chair. "Organic to inanimate." Another wave, this time the chair remained mostly the same, but instead of wood, it was made of metal. "And what you will be learning to do today: inanimate to inanimate."
Rose was amazed, she had skimmed through the transfiguration book and, according to it, the spells required specific wand motions and incantations, but Professor McGonagall had done three different spells with an almost negligent wave of her wand.
"There is, of course, more to the discipline than that, but I will not overwhelm you during your first class. We can leave the specifics to another time." The teacher said, waving her wand again, and the chair turned back to the podium. "Now, I will ask you to open your books on page 5, Chapter 1: Basics of Transfiguration, and be prepared to take notes, as you will need them later."
For the next hour or so, the teacher read the pages out loud and explained in more depth about the basics of the class she was going to teach. She gave a more detailed overview of what Transfiguration was, touching slightly on things like conjuration and human transfiguration that they will learn much later on their studies, but mostly focused on what they would learn during their first year.
The introductory chapter mentioned some of the examples of magic they would get to do during the year like spells that change an object's shape or what it was made of, or turn it into a small animal.
Finally, it also talked of the mindset one must have in order to cast transfiguration magic.
"The secret, if one can call it that, about transfiguration -and any magic, really- is will." She explained, "When casting transfiguration magic, you have to see the changes of the object in your mind and truly want them to happen for the spell to work."
Rose's hand had started to hurt a little after taking so many notes. Writing with a quill was harder than doing it with a pencil or pen.
Finishing writing what the teacher had just said, she raised her hand.
"Yes, Miss Potter?"
"Does that mean that if you don't know what the spell does, you won't be able to cast it? Even if you know the motions and the incantation?" She was a little confused, she had thought that one just needed to move the wand and say the words.
"That's essentially correct. Some spells are easier to cast than others, and maybe one could cast them without the knowledge of the effects of the spell itself, but for more advanced magic you will need what is colloquially known as the three Ws." Professor McGonagall pointed her wand to the board and on it appeared a triangle, a word written on each angle. "Wand Motions, Words, Will. A truly experienced wizard or witch may skip one or two of them, but never all. Does that answer your question, Miss Potter?"
"Yes, ma'am, thank you." Rose sketched the drawing on the board quickly, underlining each word a couple of times.
The woman nodded and continued her explanations for a little while more. She then proceeded to tell them the motions and incantations for their first spell. Four arrows arranged into an M shape appeared written on the blackboard, which Rose gathered was meant to show the movements of the wand, with the words Converad Acus written underneath them.
"What I want you to do today, preferably before the class ends, is to take this match " She took a wooden match from the box on the podium and showed it to the class, "and turn it into a metal needle." Professor McGonagall pointed her wand to the match and moved it slowly following the M movement. "Converad Acus."
Slowly the match shimmered, like it was made of jelly, and changed. The red part of the match thinned and hollowed, and the flat end sharpened into a point. Lastly, the brown wood of the match changed into a silvery metal.
The teacher showed the silver needle to everyone in the class, and then with another wave of her wand, matches floated from the box to their desks.
"You may begin whenever you want. If you have any questions, raise your hands and I will be with you."
Rose took her wand from her bag, and the same feeling of completeness filled her as the first time she held it. It always felt nice to touch her holly wand, but now it was special. She was actually going to cast a spell!
She looked to her side, where Susan was sitting next to her, and shared an excited smile with her and then with Hannah on the next seat.
Rose breathed deeply and pointed her wand at the match. She moved her hand up, down, up and down like Professor McGonagall had shown and said as clearly as possible "Converad Acus."
And nothing happened.
She sighed, disappointed, and tried once again.
Up, down, up, down. "Converad Acus."
Nothing.
Rose felt some heat trail into her cheeks, and she looked around, checking if someone had seen her making a fool of herself.
Her eyes widened behind her glasses when she saw the disappointed expressions of her classmates. She wasn't the only one failing, it seemed.
"Do not be disappointed if you fail in your first try. There hasn't been anyone that could cast the spell correctly the first time in all my years teaching this subject. " Professor McGonagall was once again walking between the rows of desks, checking their progress.
Rose breathed deeply again and closed her eyes.
Wand Motions, Words and Will. That was what the professor had said. She knew she was doing the first two correctly so maybe the problem was with her mindset? Was she truly willing the match to change?
Change. Up, down, up, down. "Converad Acus." Zero.
Brown to silver. Up, down, up, down. "Converad Acus." Zilch.
Flat to pointy. Up, down, up, down. "Converad Acus." Nada.
Wood to metal. Up, down, up, down. "Converad Acus." Nothing.
Tears started to gather inside her closed eyelids, maybe she wasn't good at this? Dad had been extremely good at transfiguration, Mr Flitwick had said.
Rose Potter didn't want to disappoint her dad. Bad enough that she had chosen to join a different house than him and mum, but to be also bad at the magic he had loved? She didn't want that.
Change, brown to silver, change, flat to pointy, change, wood to metal, change, match to needle, changechangechan-. Up, down, up, down. "Converad Acus."
It was Susan's excited gasp that made her open her eyes. "You did it, Rose!" The redhead exclaimed, and Rose could only look almost dumbfounded, at the shiny needle in front of her.
She felt a tear fall from her right eye.
Professor McGonagall approached her desk and, with a pleased smile, took the needle from her desk. "Good job, Miss Potter. I genuinely didn't expect for anyone to be able to cast it before the class was over. Take five points to Hufflepuff." The teacher placed the needle back on her desk, and used a finger to clean the tear from her cheek. "Like father, like daughter, I suppose." she murmured.
Rose smiled brightly, being unable to take her eyes from the needle. She had casted magic.
Tearing her eyes from her needle, she looked around and saw that the other students were looking at her in awe, and some in jealousy. The girl from the train, Hermione Granger, was staring at her with wide eyes, like she could not believe what she was seeing.
Rose felt a finger poke her shoulder and she looked to the side, where Susan was watching her with a warm smile. "See, we told you, you would catch up to us in no time."
She felt tears gathering in her eyes again. Smiling tremulously, she rubbed her eyes and looked back up at Professor McGonagall when the teacher cleared her throat.
The woman waved her wand and her needle turned back to a match. "Now, can you do it again?" The tight smile was a little challenging this time.
Leaving the History of Magic classroom behind, Rose stretched her arms over her head, a strained groan leaving her mouth.
"Am I the only one that almost fell asleep in there?" She asked her two friends.
Hannah let out a yawn and shook her head. "Nope, I think I actually took a little nap."
"Hannah, you should pay attention in class, especially the first one! … Even if the teacher was dreadfully boring." Susan reprimanded her friend, only to lose steam at the end.
And he was! Professor Binns did what Rose thought was impossible, make a magic class as boring as a muggle one. After the novelty of being taught by a ghost ran out, the droning voice and word-to-word repetition of their textbook made the class almost a snooze fest. The teacher didn't even seem to care that half the class was falling asleep.
Rose was a little disappointed, after the really good start at Transfiguration, she was expecting a lot more.
After casting her first spell, Rose spent the next minutes of class trying to replicate her deed and helping her friends do the same.
By the time the class ended only a few were able to change their matches, and Susan, Hannah and Hermione Granger were the closest to achieving the full change. Rose herself was able to do it a couple of times more, feeling the change come more easily each time she did it.
Compared to that, History of Magic was… boring.
"Now lunch! And then charms…Ugh." Hannah said, and Rose looked at her, confused at the disgusted noise she made. Hannah turned the timetable she was reading and pointed at the block Double Charms w/ Slytherin. "We share with the Slytherins."
Rose and Susan grimaced, remembering the encounter with Draco Malfoy in the train. Considering that all the other names he had mentioned -Nott, Parkinson, Greengrass- that were from his group had all joined Slytherin too, Rose expected it to be an awful time.
"Maybe he is the only bad one?" Susan tried, but her expression told the other two that she didn't really believe it.
"Weren't Nott and Parkinson Death Eaters too? That didn't go to jail either?" Hannah asked, poking holes in the redhead's theory.
"We won't know until we meet them, maybe they are different from their families." Although, considering they were friends with Draco Malfoy, Rose didn't think she would get along with them.
"Maybe! I know Daphne Greengrass from some ministry parties and she didn't seem too bad. A little aloof, but she wasn't rude like Malfoy." Susan said, trying to inject some positivity. "And even if she were, there are a lot more Slytherin students, surely not all of them are like him."
"C'mon, who cares about the Slytherins, we are losing time we could be using to eat, and I'm starving!" Hannah declared, pulling on both of their hands.
Susan and Rose met eyes and smiled, fond exasperation on their faces. Wasn't you the one who brought up the Slytherins, Hannah? Rose thought, but decided to keep silent and follow her scatterbrained friend.
She was right, after all. She wouldn't let the other House ruin her lunch with her friends.
Rose found that they were right to temper their expectations when she and her two friends were waiting for Mr Flitwick in the charms classroom after lunch.
There was a clear divide in the classroom, the Slytherins made sure to keep at least a few desks of distance from the Hufflepuff students, and yet still…
"Who'd have thought? She ended up being a duffer. Her of all people." The words weren't directed at her. It was like the girl who talked was pretending to be whispering, but the voice was loud enough to be heard from outside her little huddle.
Rose saw Hannah almost puff up like Hedwig, a glare coming to her face. Susan was frowning too, looking disapprovingly at the girls dressed in green-trimmed robes.
The pug-faced girl with short black hair was looking at them from the corner of her eye, using a hand to 'muffle' her voice. It wasn't working.
So much for them being different from Malfoy.
"I'm glad that Draco decided to not let her join our compartment. Can you imagine? Spending hours with her on that train?" The other girls made disgusted sounds, and then giggled.
"Not even respecting the traditions of her ancestors. Wasn't every member of her family a Gryffindor? Is she even a half-blood at that point?" Another voice came from the group of girls, this time coming from a cute blonde girl, though any cuteness was diminished by the ugly sneer on her face. "Father would have disowned me if I was sorted anywhere other than to Slytherin."
"Well, my daddy said that her mother was the worst kind of muggleborn, " The first girl answered, saying the word muggleborn like it was an insult. "The one that does not know her place." The girls laughed again, and Rose was seeing red at this point.
She was about to stand up from her seat, intending to let the slytherin girls know what she thought about her petty insults, when Susan stopped her, grabbing her hand in a tight grip.
"Don't." The girl whispered softly. "I know what you are feeling, but that's what they want. Notice how they didn't say your name? It's so they can say later that they were not talking about you. They want you to react badly and get you into trouble."
Rose's eyes widened, noticing that the girls were looking at Susan like she had ruined their fun.
It was the kind of petty thing that the girls from ballet class would have done, so why did she react so badly? She felt a little ashamed that she almost fell into their pace.
Maybe it's because they insulted mum? The girls from ballet were easy to ignore, but this…
"Right, right." Rose exhaled once more and turned away from the girls, looking at Susan with an ashamed smile on her face. "I shouldn't have let them rile me up, that was stupid of me. Thanks for that, Susan."
Susan smiled back and then sighed. "I wonder why Daphne is doing that, she was not like that when I met her last year."
"Maybe she wants to fit in with the others." Hannah then snorted, an amused smile coming to her face. "Maybe Slytherin has a 'being-a-bully' quota they have to meet."
Rose tried to smother her giggles, "My cousin would certainly fit right in without even trying. Funny how the muggle and pureblood bullies act the same."
Hannah laughed a little, and Susan smiled, amusement alight in their eyes.
"Don't let them hear you say that," Susan warned jokingly, "Can you imagine? They would go crazy."
They stopped talking when Mr Flitwick entered the classroom, wearing the same green robe over his tiny pinstripe suit. The man was cheerful as the day Rose met him, a big smile on his face.
Rose was a little amused to see that he had to stand over a pile of books to see over his desk, but then had to keep the frown off her face when she heard mutterings from some of her classmates, words like halfbreed and goblin were whispered. The teacher, however, seemed to ignore them.
"Good afternoon everyone!" Mr Flitwick began, "For those that don't know me, my name is Filius Flitwick. I will be in charge of your Charms classes all the way until your OWL and NEWT years. We'll be spending a lot of time together so, as we don't know each other, how about I take roll and when I say your name you stand up so I start remembering your faces, hm?"
The man proceeded to call out the names of the students, and Rose took the chance to begin to learn the names of the other students in her year. She gave special attention to the girls that were talking about not-her before class.
When it was her turn to stand up, Mr Flitwick gave her a little wave and a warm smile, which helped settle her mood a little. It was hard to stay angry when facing his beady eyes.
After that the class went a little similar than Professor McGonnagal's. He explained the basics of charms and the uses they have on their society, from household charms, duelling and enchanting items, all the way to keeping the Statute Of Secrecy intact, Flitwick remarked how necessary charms were to their world.
To be honest, between the introduction that Mr Flitwick had given her, and the stuff she had read after her shopping trip, Rose was familiar with pretty much everything the teacher was telling the class, but the professor had a way to make even the dullest stuff sound interesting.
"Before you start getting tired of my voice, how about we start on how to cast your first charm?"
Rose perked up, ignoring the slight ache of her hand because of her note taking. She found herself as interested in charms as she was in transfiguration. For the same reasons too, as her mother had been Flitwick's apprentice in her Charms Mastery.
She smiled, feeling none of the doubt she had felt before casting magic in transfiguration. Being able to cast the spell had given her a huge boost in confidence. She wasn't sure if she would be as good in charms as her mother, but if she wasn't, she would practise until she felt she was good enough that her mum would approve.
"The Wand-Lighting Charm is a very simple spell, but I found that it is one of the most useful to know. The ability to bring light to a dark place is one that should not be underestimated. You don't imagine how many scrolls I would have lost under the sofa if not for this!" Mr Flitwick joked, making Rose giggle under her breath.
"The wand movements are easy, just follow a cursive e shape and say Lumos!" The teacher said as he moved his wand and, just like that, a white light appeared on the tip of it.
He showed off the charmed wand and with a soft "Nox." the light disappeared. "Go on, try it! Make sure you are not touching anything with your wand as the light is warm enough to burn." He warned.
Rose took her wand in her hand, made the cursive e motion and, imagining the white light appear on her mind, said "Lumos!"
The gasps around her let her know that she wasn't the only one surprised when the spell worked the first time. Looking to the side she saw that Hannah was grinning from ear to ear at her lit wand. They weren't the only ones as Susan and a lot more classmates were staring at their wands in shock.
"Easy, right? Some of you might have come from transfiguration where visualisation of the spells might be more important. In charms, as you are not changing an object but adding to it, beginner spells might come more easily to you with much less focus."
Hannah suddenly raised her hand, the excited expression still on her face.
"Yes, Miss Abbott?"
"Is it true that the charm can be used to scare spiritual creatures like gytrashes?" Mr Flitwick's eyes widened in pleased surprise.
"Yes, that's correct, Miss Abbott! It's a nice, useful fact that you would have learnt in Defence Against the Dark Arts but take a point to Hufflepuff for your advanced knowledge, nonetheless."
"Thank you!" Hannah exclaimed and Rose had to cover her mouth to muffle her laughing at her friend happily wiggling in place.
The teacher then went around the class, helping those that couldn't get the spell correctly and congratulating those that could. Mr Flitwick watched her cast the spell with a nostalgic smile on his face, and Rose wondered if he could see some of her mum in her casting.
She hoped so.
After he was done, he stood back again on his book pile and waved his wand pointing at the board. Almost everyone grumbled when some words appeared under the title Assignment.
"Now, now, I promise it's not so bad. I want you to read pages five to seven in your charms textbook and write a couple of lines about the history of the Wand Lighting Charm we just talked about. Just to make sure you understand it." The teacher said, looking amused at their aversion to homework. "If you want, you can also read ahead about the Light Arrow charm we'll see on our next double class on Friday. You can find it on page eight." He added.
Rose checked the page Mr Flitwick mentioned and skimmed over the spell. …Light Arrow charm sends a small ball of light from the caster's wand that sticks to where it hits… She read silently.
It doesn't look too hard, the motions are almost the same as the Wand Lighting one… She smiled, excited to try it out. It reminded her a little of the laser tag thingy she had seen on the telly once.
"It's still a few minutes early, but let's end the class here. We'll meet again on Wednesday for a short theory class, so I'll see you then, children."
Rose gathered her stuff with a smile, she had Herbology next with Mrs Sprout and then she'd be free for the day.
She wondered if she would have as much fun tomorrow as she had today. She had Potions first thing in the morning, and according to her books it was as easy as following a recipe for cooking, so she was looking forward to it a little.
Following her friends out of the classroom, they headed towards the greenhouses, eager to finish their first day at Hogwarts.
Author's Note:
Here you have chapter 5, hope you enjoy it.
Some slice of life goodness at the start of the chapter. This is one of the reasons I wanted to write the story, I admit. There will be a lot of that in this story, just the characters living their lives in between the plot. Some relaxation and places to breathe after or before the 'excitement'.
That's why I said it's kind of a slow paced fic, I will show some scenes that will make you ask, why is this here if it doesn't contribute to the story? The answer: because I wanted to write it.
I wanted to show her first Transfiguration and Charms classes as they will be the subjects that Rose will focus the most on. The others, she will still study hard but her passion will be on those two.
Just like Harry was considered a genius in DADA, Rose will be in Transfiguration and Charms.
The pace will start to pick up a little in the next few chapters. Hope you are looking forward to it!
Thanks for the Follows and Favourites!
See you in chapter 6: Pirouetting Between the Lights.
