as everyone got seated, headmaster potter cleared his throat.
"i have only a couple of words to say before you guys dig in. as you know eleven years ago a bunch of good people died, i would like to remember, and toast to all of our people who have died," said headmaster potter with tears on his eyes, and alot of the teachers, at the table were crying.
"you guys may dig in," said harry.
rose saw a bunch of good stuff, and piled it on her plate.
"my dad hates proffesor potter, says hes a rightfull git, and thought that he shoulda been the headmaster instead of poitions master, what do you think?"
"ive never met your dad so i dont know," said rose.
"you'll meet him tommorrow, so you will know then," he said testy.
"ok everyone back to your houses," said mr potter.
draco and i took our time getting to our house, and a very old portrait
asked "password?"
"filthy mudblood," smirked draco.
the door swung open, and they stepped inside.
"mudbloods are people who are magical, and their parents were muggles," said draco rudely.
rose wanted to say something about it, but she thought against it.
"you should have seen albus potter when he was getting sorted too afraid that he was going to be slytherin," he smirked.
"he was relieved," said rose.
"well rose im going to go to sleep," said draco walking off.
rose walkedoff into where the girls slept which were twelve beds.
she got ready for bed, and slipped under the green blankets, overwhelmed with all she had seen that day.
draco was fun to hang around but he seemed a little arrogant.
