Rose's P.O.V.
"JAMES POTTER! I SWEAR I AM GOING TO KILL YOU!" I screamed at my twin brother. I was having a lovely dream, just minding my own business, when I woke up, glanced in the mirror, and was traumatised by what I saw. My long, black, hair was GREEN. Green, I tell you. Not that care much about my appearance, but still, green. And, it was a chance to scream at my brother. "Calm down Rosie," said James, swaggering into the room. "Just a little birthday prank." Oh yes, today was my - our birthday, the day I - we turned eight. "Do not, under ANY circumstances, call me Rosie." I snarled. "Come on, sis. I want to open presents!" "Is that the only thing on your mind? Presents?" I said. "Of course, now come on!"
