Rosanna Emmerson Clair is princess of Monaco. Her father, the king, transfers her to a new school for both witches and Wizards after she was kicked out of her last school. Everything is new, Rosanna struggles through keeping up with her royal status...
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It was now Friday afternoon, school was over for the week. Greengrass and Malfoy haven't bugged me all week, probably due to the fact of what happened last week.
Tomorrow was the Gryffindor vs Slytherin match and I was so excited. According to mother, Hogwarts matches were always fun.
How she knows...I have no clue.
I was sitting in the library with August and Kaia as we finished Snape's essay - ridiculous how much he sets us.
"When you said he was strict, you really weren't kidding," I scoffed, staring at my swollen hand.
"Told you! Kaia has a shit tonne and that's only because she's his least favourite," August interjected, rolling his eyes.
I cocked a brow at her to which she waved off. "I'm a muggle-born, he hates us and doesn't even hide it."
A look of disgust made its way onto my face. I hate prejudiced people, absolute rubbish. Muggle-borns and Half-bloods are just like everyone else, blood is the same.
"If he doesn't sort out his priorities with this much work, I'll be sure to give him a mouth full," I stated.
August and Kaia nodded their heads. Tomorrow was the match and I really didn't want to have to skip it to finish my work.
As I brought my head back down to do my work, I felt like someone was watching me. I looked around to see a certain Blonde in the bookshelves, waving at me to come over.
I give him an annoyed look before sighing in defeat. "Uh- I'll be right back," I tell my friends and walk over to the bookshelf.
I walk to the end where he was leaning against a shelf. "What? Miss me already?" I tease, smirking slightly.
"Don't be ridiculous," he scoffed.
"Then what do you want? I'm slightly busy if you cannot tell," I yawn, leaning against the wall.
"You haven't told anyone about what happened in the cupboard that night. Why?" He asked so suddenly, taking me by surprise.
I didn't expect that...
"Uh because I really don't care? In case you haven't noticed, I'm a big deal. I've had a lot of guys perv over me, I just didn't expect a hormonal 16-year-old, I sighed.
He stared at me as I stood there with a bored expression. It was true, in Monaco I've had the pleasure of having pedophile's hit on me.
It's nothing I'm not used to.
"Please- I did not get a boner over you," he scoffed, rolling his eyes.
I crossed my arms in front of my chest as I leaned back and smirked. He kept shifting his eyes back and forth between me and the floor.
