Little Things

Chapter Sixteen

Rose Weasley

Cool sunlight poured in through Rose's bedroom window, casting shadows on the walls. Rose's eyes fluttered open and she squinted at the bright light coming from her window. Once her eyes adjusted to the light, she threw off the covers. She immediately regretted it.

Rose was met with the freezing sensation in her bedroom. She squealed as she rushed to her wardrobe to find her favorite sweater. Rose pulled it on over her pajamas and slid her feet into a worn pair of slippers.

The door creaked as Rose opened it, emerging out into the upstairs hallway. She faintly heard the sound of Hugo and Louis snoring, coming from Hugo's room, where they were sleeping. Rose smiled to herself as she padded down the stairs.

An aroma of coffee met Rose's nose as she entered the warm kitchen. Rose heard the sound of a Muggle coffee pot brewing up a fresh pot of coffee and a smiled appeared on her face. Her mother, Hermione, was sat at the table reading a book, patiently awaiting her coffee. Rose's father, Ron, always teased Hermione because she liked to do things "the Muggle Way," which always baffled Ron. Rose understood it though. There was something satisfying about waiting for your coffee to brew or washing dishes by hand. That was one of the many ways Rose and Hermione were alike.

"Morning mum," greeted Rose, sliding into a chair joining her mum at the table.

Hermione smiled. "Good morning dear. Sleep well?"

Rose nodded. "Much better than at school."

"How is school going?"

"Fine. Classes are hard, but not that hard."

"What about your friends? How is Jo?" Hermione stood up to pour herself and Rose a cup of coffee.

Rose hesitated. "She's fine, I guess. We haven't been together that much this year,"

"Oh, why's that?" Her mother handed her her cup of coffee.

"Well I don't know if anyone told you, but she started dating Louis."

Hermione chuckled. "It's about time,"

Rose was shocked. "Mum!"

"What? We always knew it was going to happen." She laughed some more. Soon Rose joined in.

"I guess you're right," Rose said, as she took a long sip of her coffee.

"What about you, Rose? Any men on the radar?" The conversation had turned to the type of conversation Rose might have had with Jo or Lily, but Rose didn't care. She was very close to her mom, she remembered countless times when they had had morning talks had turned like this one. The only thing that stopped Rose from talking to her mom about Scorpius, was..... Well she herself, really didn't know.

"I mean, I guess," She started.

"Come on," her mother urged.

"It's Scorpius Malfoy,"

"What about Scorpius Malfoy?" said Ron Weasley walking into the kitchen at that exact moment.

Hermione gave Rose a knowing look, as if to say, "Don't say anything."

"Oh, nothing dad," Rose said allowed, hoping her dad would move on.

He did. Ron came over and gave both Rose and Hermione a kiss on the top of their heads. He grabbed himself a cup of black coffee, but quickly added sugar and cream to it. Bringing his mug over, he took a seat at the kitchen table. "So Rosie," her father started, "How is school? We've haven't gotten many letters from you this term."

Rose suddenly realized that hadn't at all this school year. She had been too caught up in her own stupid, personal drama to even bother owling her parents. "Oh, yeah, sorry about that." Rose looked down at her cup of coffee, feeling ashamed. She didn't mean to stop contacting her parents, it sort of just happened.

"It's alright Rosie," Hermione said sweetly, "I remember when I was at Hogwarts, I never even thought about checking in with my parents. Of course, your grandparents are Muggles, so it would be a bit strange from them to receive an owl at their window."

Ron chuckled. "Yeah, when I was at school all I cared about was getting your mum's attention-"

"Though he wouldn't admitted it," cut in Hermione.

Ron glared at her. "Anyway, I never bothered getting any letters to Grandma Weasley. So, in return she sent me Howlers."

Rose laughed. "I remember that story."

"Of course you do," her dad said, "It was a very funny story from our Hogwart's days."

The three all laughed for awhile, till Hugo and Louis showed up in the kitchen. "What's with all the laughter?" Hugo asked, dragging Louis over to the almost empty coffee pot.

"No, no, no," Hermione said, jumping up and taking the coffee pot from Hugo's hand.

"Hey," he exclaimed, trying to reach for the pot his mum was holding way out of his reach. Hugo was in his fifth year at Hogwarts, but he was still very short for his age.

"You don't need any coffee," Hermione insisted, "I'll make you some hot chocolate."

Hugo sulked over to the table and slumped into a chair next to Rose. "Morning Sleeping Beauty," she teased. Hugo just grumbled and sat his head on the table.

"Could I have some coffee, Aunt Hermione?" asked Louis, who was still standing near the coffee pot.

"Of course Louis. Help yourself,"

Hugo's head popped up and he exclaimed in protest. "That's not fair!"

"Louis is older dear," Hermione said, adding some chocolate to a cup of hot water.

Hugo just sighed. "My family wants me to become an alcoholic, so they deny me my right of caffeine. I see how it is."

All the family did, was laugh at poor Hugo.