^𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒢𝒾𝓇𝓁 𝒲𝒽𝑜 𝒟𝒾𝑒𝒹^

^The Girl Who Owned An Egg^

Chapter 8: Testing

Rosie Deaver had successfully grabbed the egg and made it out with only a few burns, the question however was now a matter of how to listen to the damn thing without it screeching at her.

Oh course she knew already, but it couldn't be obvious-so, she had to wait for a while.

Which she hated...

Also, after the event with the dragons, she had lost her herb remedy which meant she had to stir some up.

Which brought her to current times, sitting in the girls bathroom that nobody dared to enter since it was haunted by moaning Myrtle.

"That's strange" Rosie heard an annoyingly squeaking voice say.

"It's a potion of mine, can heal a lot of wounds" The young witch had replied rather boredly, in all truth her and Myrtle were somewhat acquaintances, neither of them minded each other's company's and they never had anything to complain about.

In fact, the young witch found Myrtle quite interesting-including how she had died.

Which was Tom Riddle, of course, Aka boldymort.

Rosie sat back against the wall with a sigh as she watched the potion brew itself.

She was impatient and well...she only knew it.

Unfortunately for the brunette, Lennon had ditched her to go outside and catch some butterfly's, leaving her in solitary.

"I think it's ready Ro" Myrtle warned before swooping away and down her toilet.

Rosie sat forward in excitement and scooped it all up into a tin, the only way to test it was if she had an injury.

She slowly stood up and walked over to the stalls of the bathroom, she shakily places her arm in between the door and the wall and slammed it against her skin as hard as she could.

The witch bit her lip and she let out a cry of pain and grabbed her ointment with shaky hands.

The shaking soon stopped and any sign of the injury disappeared, the only side affect was that she is allergic to the honey used in the ointment so she'd need an allergy shot.

She let out a huff and grabbed all her items before storming out of the bathroom and towards the hospital wing.

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"There are safer ways to test it!" Poppy scolded the young witchling, "I told you this last time! You need to stop testing them on yourself!"

Rosie just hummed along in agreement as poppy wrapped a bandage around her arm where blood was oozing out from the shot-as she had sensitive skin also, which was an amazing plus.

"Alright" poppy said whilst patting her shoulder, "good to go again, see you soon!"

Rosie jumped down from the hospital bed and swiftly left the hospital wing, she was heading towards the Ravenclaw tower when she noticed a certain ginger-haired witch stumbled all over the floor collecting papers whilst tears gathered in her eyes.

The tall girl approached the Weasley slowly and noticed the very fact that she had a paper with horrid words scrambled all over them, Rosie presumed it was about the chamber of secrets.

Which took place on her second year at Hogwarts, where she spent most of the time avoiding; windows, water, ghosts, cameras and so on because of their reflections.

But, nightmares tended to increase that year and the mere memory of it made a shiver spread throughout her spine.

She walked forward in silence and begun to help collect all the papers that were scattered around.

When Ginny has noticed she immediately went to grab the paper with the horrid notes all over it, but the taller witch gained it first and muttered a spell at the paper.

When she handed it back to the girl instead of 'filthy blood' and 'traitor' amongst other things being wrote down, it was replaced with 'amazing witch' and 'kindest beauty'

Ginny was in awe with the paper and didn't notice that the older witch finished collected the papers and handed them over to her.

Rosie stood up quickly and set off down the corridor in irritation.

She had no idea why people could never let things go, and always held things against people even if said person couldn't control what happened.

Like her parents.