It's a Muggle Thing

Chapter Fourteen

Rose Starkiller woke up at six thirty that morning, wanting to have some time to herself at the Slytherin table so she could write a letter to her father. After being called a blood traitor for dating Fred by the few dormmates that were awake, Starkiller made her way to the Great Hall, quill, ink, and parchment under her arm. A smile spread across her lips, happy to be alone.

    Starkiller loved being at Hogwarts so early in the morning. You knew you were the only one awake, and it was so quiet that you could hear the echo that your footsteps made. Having such a big place virtually to yourself felt so nice. The only other people awake were the ghosts, who would smile and greet you.

    “Good morning, Peeves,” Starkiller greeted the poltergeist, who was very friendly with she, Stanley, and the Weasley twins, since they also caused trouble at Hogwarts.

    “Good morning, Rosie,” the poltergeist said, bouncing down the hallway. She smiled, thinking of all the people that he was going to be difficult for, but that she was greeted with a ‘good morning’ and a smile, even if he had called her Rosie.

    Starkiller sat down at the Slytherin table and stared at the blank parchment as she tried to think of how to word the letter, which was of utmost importance.  She dipped her quill in the ink pot and began to write.

    Dear Dad,

    School is going well. As far as I know, I have good grades in all of my subjects besides Divination, but that one doesn’t really matter, now does it? I only took it because I was short one class and I didn’t want to take something stupid like Muggle Studies. I already know about muggles, since Wizarding America still has a strong muggle influence.

    My friends and I also been pulling some killer pranks. I have a whole week’s  worth of night detentions with Snape, along with Fred, George, and Stanley. It was a brilliant prank, though. I think it would have made you proud.

    My writing and art is also coming along. I think I want to look into selling some of it. Stanley started an underground newspaper, though, so I might ask her to publish some of my short stories; I’m sure she’ll accept. I’ll be sending along some of the better ones later, so Ruby doesn’t have such a heavy load to carry this time. Remember that time last year that I tried to send you three short stories, a few songs, and a letter all at once? God, what a disaster that was.

    Anyways, enough of the fluff. I love Hogwarts. You did too; after all, it’s where you met Mom. I’ve made some great friends, and I’m really happy here. You know how much I hate Poynette, Dad. I was wondering if it would be possible for us to move to England so I could continue attending Hogwarts. Stanley is also going to ask her family. I hope you’ll accept my proposal; I know you’re just as unhappy at home as I am, and that you frequently dream of moving back to England.

    Please reply soon. Say hi to the locals for me.

    Kisses and hugs,

    Rose

    “What’re you writing?” Fred asked his girlfriend, peering over her shoulder. He had just returned from another early quidditch practice that Wood had called last minute.

    “A letter to my dad asking if we could move,” Starkiller told him as she tied the parchment to her owl’s leg. Ruby flew away.

    ¨Well, your idea was probably smarter than mine," Fred said as he watched the black owl fly out of the window. ¨We would have been sure to earn Howlers if we went through with my plan."

    ¨Do I even want to know?" Starkiller asked, raising her eyebrow inquisitively.

    ¨Maybe, someday," Fred said under his breath before grinning at her. ¨Tell me what he says back."