Squib

Chapter 2

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Morning came and with it a bunch of jumbled voices downstairs. Rose didn't feel Harry next to her and assumed he was one of the voices from below.

She began to get up reluctantly and take a look around the dark themed bedroom. A chair in the corner of the room next to a window is where her brother sat watching her carefully.

"Morning Rosie, do you want to get ready to go downstairs for breakfast?" Breakfast, right.

Rose looked at the time and saw it was around nine in the morning. A jolt of fear ran through her for a moment. She looked at Harry and said, "Am I late?"

Harry looked at her before getting up and taking a burgundy sweater out of his trunk. "Mrs. Weasley makes breakfast for everyone. Don't worry about that." Reassuring her, and handing her the sweater. She slipped it on grateful as her pajamas didn't keep her thinner body warm enough in this dreary house.

"Everyone is downstairs. I think someone was able to go back and get my trunk and some of our clothes. You can take a look if you like, i'll head to the bathroom and come back."

With that he stepped out. Rose took a second then got up to look through the trunk. She pulled out some baggy ripped, old looking jeans. Her clothes all looked that way, either ripped, or noticeably old. While Duddley got the best of the best, Harry and Rose typically got second hand clothes. But looking at these jeans... maybe third or fourth hand.

Rose didn't mind anyway, just grateful she could change for her pajamas. Keeping Harry's sweater on, as well as the shirt she had underneath, she grabbed a brush inside. Grateful someone thought to pack it for her, she took two rubber bands she had on her wrist and made her hair into pigtails.

This was typically how she wore her hair to get it up and out of the way as she had a lot of it. It was easier to tame her wild red curls. Without her mother, she struggled knowing how to take care of her hair.

Harry had learned how to put her hair in pigtails, and soon taught her one day when she had cried over her hair.

Slipping on some socks and shoes she seemed ready to go, she sat on the bed and looked around the lowly lit room one more time. Wiping her finger across the dust built up on the bedside drawer.

A knock came at the door a moment later. "Rosie, the bathroom is free if you want to wash up." Harry said through the door.

And wash up she did. Cleaning her face and bruising her teeth she took a moment to look at herself in the mirror. Her bright red, pigtailed hair looked slightly dull today. She looked tired, zombie-ish if you would. Small bruises and irritation under her eye from crying last night mixed with not much sleep and too much excitement.

Sighing to herself, she needed to mentally prepare herself for what's to come downstairs. She finally mucked up the courage to leave the bathroom, and just her luck ran into someone on the way out.

"Sorry love, didn't see you there." It was one of the twins. Tall, freckled and bright haired wearing some type of striped sweater.

"Sorry," Rose mumbled looking up at him, then to the door she hoped Harry was still behind. The boy followed her eyes.

"Are you waiting for Harry?" The boy asked, leaning against the wall, "I can wait with you if you like. Your name was Rosie right? I'm George nice to meet you."

Rosemary looked up and gave the boy a small smile. It was nice that he was willing to wait with her. "Rosemary actually, Harry just calls me Rosie. It's nice to meet you."

The boy smiled before something behind her caught his eye. Turning around and looking, it seemed Harry was leaving the room. He turned and saw the two and looked shocked for a moment.