Hey,
I had a little bit of inspiration so I wrote this chapter, enjoy!
Also, the first three paragraphs are taken out of the epilogue to Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows so claims go to J. K. Rowling.
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“So that’s little Scorpius,” said Ron under his breath. “Make sure you beat him in every test, Rosie. Thank God you inherited your mother’s brains.”
“Ron, for heaven’s sake,” said Hermione, half stern, half amused. “Don’t try to turn them against each other before they’ve even started school!”
“You’re right, sorry.” said Ron, but unable to help himself, he added, “Don’t get too friendly with him, though, Rosie. Granddad Weasley would never forgive you if you married a pureblood.”
“Dad!” Rose exclaimed, a little bit more than affronted that her dad thought she would end up with the pale, blond-haired boy at the other end of the station.
Ron chuckled and brought his daughter in for a hug, “Have a good time now, Rosie. Don’t spend too much time in the library,” He mumbled the next part under his breath, “like your mother did.”
Hermione glared at him, “Don’t listen to your father, Rose. Study all you want and remember to do your homework but also give yourself a break from time to time.” Her mother kissed Rose on the cheek and hugged her tightly, anxious to let her first child go off to Hogwarts.
Rose smiled nervously at her parents before picking up her trunk. “Bye then, I’ll owl you as soon as I arrive!” Cue another chuckle from Ron and a “You are so like your mother.”
She turned in the direction of the train and followed after Molly as she caught sight of light brown head in the crowd.
“Molly!” Rose took a deep breath and tapped Molly on the back, a little out of breath from dodging past owl cages and trolleys overfilling with bags. Molly turned around – except it wasn’t Molly, it was an entirely different girl.
Rose’s face went crimson and the girl looked confused before Rose uttered a quick ‘never mind.’ and bolted.
The feeling of embarrassment sent a churning feeling to her stomach and she desperately hoped no one had just seen that. Picking up the pieces of her shattered confidence, she boarded the train.
She wrapped her robes around her tighter in a self-conscious way as sixth-year sniggered at her. So what? She liked to be prepared.
Rose quickened her pace past the compartment’s but suddenly stopped as she saw Fred playing chess through the glass door. Opening it with a grin, she quickly got his attention, “Hey Fred!”
The subdued boy with the ginger hair looked up briefly, “Oh,” He returned his gaze to the chessboard, “Hey, Rose. Rook to E7.” The chessboard carried out his demands quickly and a pawn was smashed in half.
“Can I play?” Rose inquired, dancing a step forward and sitting opposite him.
Fred looked a bit conflicted as he put a hand on the back of his neck, “I-um, don’t see why not.”
“Great!” Rose smiled widely and Fred restarted the board. The pair of them settled down to play, the compartment silent aside from chess commands and the occasional grunt of concentration.
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Rose sat idly as the boat moved by it, a lantern was at the end of the boat that was pointing to Hogwarts. Several other boats sailed beside them, a chorus of lanterns lighting up the black water.
Sitting near her was a face she recognised vaguely. A couple more seconds of staring proved this idea – it was the pale boy with blond-hair she had seen dimly through the foggy station – Scorpius Malfoy, wasn’t it? The one her father had been telling her about.
Perhaps now was the time to introduce her to him? To size up the competition?
“You must be Scorpius Malfoy?” She raised an eyebrow at him, hoping to seem superior and confident.
“I-yes, I am. Who are you?” Scorpius looked thoroughly confused as to why she was talking to him so she took this as a chance to introduce herself.
“I’m Rose Weasley.”
“Nice to meet you, I guess.” Scorpius fell silent after this and returned to looking out on the lake. Rose had hoped for a little more of a conversation but clearly he thought she wasn’t worth his time!
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“Weasley, Rose.” Excited butterflies chased each other around in her stomach as her name was called out and she felt like child on Christmas day. This was finally it! No more wondering, or fantasizing about what house she would be in. Although, come to think of it, she was rather nervous now. Taking small, fast steps; she seated herself on the stool and popped the hat on her head in a quick rush.
There was no words in her head; no pieces of information on her, no ramblings of the hat, he didn’t say a word.
A few moments passed and Rose waited quietly, it felt like forever and she stared back at the students that filled the hall, wondering what they were thinking.
“RAVENCLAW.” A sudden shout from the hat startled her so much, she barely registered the words.
Disappointment crashed down on her quickly and although she was glad to be in Ravenclaw, she had hoped for insight on what she was like. Rose wanted to know whether she was ambitious or cunning or brave or kind but the hat had told her nothing. It had simply decided.
