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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*July 21st - 1998*
"I'm nervous!" Hermione gasped.
We all nodded our head - all but Ron - and took in deep breaths. "Oh my- Open the fucking letters or I will," Ginny snapped.
"Okay, I'm doing it," I said and ripped open the letter.
I took the letter out and examined the contents of it. "So?" August asked.
"What happened?" Harry warily asked.
I looked up and geeked out, "I FUCKING PASSED!" Everyone chuckled as I began doing a little dance.
Everyone else - other than Hermione - opened their letters and relaxed once they saw their grades, we all did amazing.
"Okay! Oh Jesus," Hermione cried out, slowly ripping it. "I can't do it!"
"Oh, bloody hell!" Ron snapped, storming over to her and snatching the letter.
He ripped open the letter and examined it, his jaw dropping. "I failed, didn't I?"
"You got bloody O's in everything," he scoffed, shoving the paper to her.
Hermine let out a breath of relief once she saw her perfect grades. "Well that's a relief," she let out.
"Okay, come on. Everyone's waiting down at the Great Hall," I say, getting up with Kaia.
"Have fun!" Ginny called out, watching us go.
We all walked down and headed over to the Great Hall for the final assembly. "I don't think I can hold it together," Hermione said.
"Don't start!" Ron turned around, groaning.
The rest of us chuckled at their bickering and walked over to a group of people waiting outside. "Why are you all out here?" Harry asked.
"Dumbledore said it's a 15-minute wait," Seamus groaned.
"Hell no!" Ron exclaimed, walking over to a wall and sitting on the floor.
"Did he say why?" Hermione asked.
Seamus shook his head and shrugged. We all groaned and walked over to where Ron was sitting. "It's only 15 minutes, we can wait," I suggested.
They all shrugged and sat along with Ron. I was about to sit down when I felt my letter being taken out of my robe. "The heck?"
I turned around to see it flying away. "I'll be back," I groan and run after it.
Someone's using the Accio spell to take my grades, lovely. I chase after it all the way up to the seventh floor and let out a breath once it stops in front of a classroom.
