The Wand Makers Apprentice

Chapter 3

"ROSIE!" Ollivander voice shook through the apartment above his shop as he dashed up the stairs. "We should've been there 15 minutes ago for crying out loud..."

Rosetta Contessa Ollivander's neck jerked up as she heard her fathers voice rumbled in the distance. She stood up quickly and rushed all her weried sister dolls into the box, and put away their miniature brooms. They were from Grigoris toy puddlemere united team, but she loved watching the werid sisters zoom around on them.

She grabbed a pair of socks as Ollivander came into the room and began putting them on. She grinned up at her dad as he stood scowling at her from the door frame.

"I told you to get your travelling cloak and socks on half an hour ago young lady!" Ollivander said, sternley as Rosie's grin turned into a frown. "Ever single time we go to Molly's we're late! I thought I could trust you this time Rosetta. Do I really still need to watch over you like a child. You're going to Hogwarts next year and you still act like you're running around with your dolls!"

She pushed the box containing her dolls under her bed and her eyes changed colour from her original deep orange to a shocking bright blue as a tear dripped down the side of her face. Its not her fault she just wants to stay in her bedroom while her dad went to the Weasleys. She preferred to be on her own or with Grigori. He understood her.

She loved the Weasleys. They were like a branch of her family, but the last time she went the boys all insisted on playing Quidditch, even Ginny played, but Rosie would be better at an arm wrestle with the giant squid than playing a game of Quidditch, and what would George think if she embarrassed herself in front of him? She could read his mind and knew that he liked her, but George was difficult to read, and she never understood why.

Rosetta was quite different, even for a witch. She could read peoples thoughts like they're saying it aloud. She always knew when people were telling a lie too. Her eyes changed colour depending on her mood, Red when she's angry, Green when she's happy, grey when she's tired, blue when she's sad, pink when she's in love or flirting and orange when she's content, which was most of the time. Dumbledore had bought her these little thinks to put in her eyes to make them stay orange and her dad had invented a potion just for her, but she preferred her potion. She didn't half love potions.

She stood up at the point. She knew that there was nothing that she could possibly do to worm her way out of this one. As her dad was leaving the room she quickly ran over to her wand box with her dolls in and grabbed a broom and then took the Quibbler and her book that Grigori had bought her on his last visit; mermaid's in the English channel.

She dashed downstairs to the fireplace where she knew her father would be waiting. He threw a pinch of flu powder into the fire and beckoned Rosie in.

"The Burrow!" Rosie said in the posh voice she reserved for flu travel only and she felt the air leave her as she was sucked up the chimney.

She arrives in the front room of the Burrow. Arthur was snoring on the couch and Rosie's arrival had woken him up abruptly.

"MOLLY, FRED, GEORGE, RON, GINNY, CHARLIE, GRIGORI, PERCEEE, ROSIES HEREE!" Arthur bellowed as he smiled over to Rosie as an eruption of shouts and movements came from upstairs.

Ollivander appeared in the fire moment later an went to talk to Arthur and Rosie ran over to talk to the boys.

"Hey Rosie!" Fred said, giving Rosie a hug. "We packed a picnic and we're going to go down to the orchard and play a massive game!"

"You have to play today Rose." said Ginny, also giving Rosie a hug, "you can't be any worse than Ron, a trained monkey could fly better than him!"