Join Allison Rose Weasley as she goes into her third year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. This year Allison will learn new things about her history and who her biological parents are. Feelings are changing and Allison would be sent on...
"Allison Rose Weasley, wake up!" I shot upright in bed at the sound of someone yelling my full name. My hair fell into my face as I blinked sleepily toward the end of the bed.
"Alice?" I groaned. "You got yelled at too?" Hermione asked tiredly as she walked into the room, rubbing the side of her head.
I nodded miserably and lifted the covers for her. Hermione climbed straight into my bed beside me with a dramatic sigh. "Is there a reason you're waking us up by screaming?" I asked my sister.
Alice looked entirely unbothered by our suffering. "Your Hogwarts letters arrived," she announced brightly, handing both of us our envelopes.
That woke me up a little. I quickly opened mine and scanned through the parchment until I reached the supply list. My eyebrows furrowed.
"Why do we need a formal dress?" I asked aloud. Alice simply shrugged as she wandered over to my dresser. "No idea," she replied casually, "but we're going shopping today to find dresses for both of you."
Hermione groaned into my shoulder while I stared at my letter in confusion. "Wait, today?"
"Mhm," Alice hummed while digging through my clothes. "We're also taking you both to Diagon Alley to get your school supplies. We figured it'd be easier doing it now since you'll be busy with the World Cup later."
I nodded slowly before glancing over at my clock. The second I saw the time, my eyes widened. I looked back at Alice in disbelief. "Seven in the morning? Really?"
She smirked without an ounce of guilt while Hermione let out another muffled groan beside me. "You two need to get up and get ready," Alice said. "Hermione, I already picked out your outfit."
"Of course you did," Hermione muttered. I sighed dramatically before finally dragging myself out of bed. "Fine," I grumbled, grabbing some clothes before heading off to get ready.
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(This is Allison's bathroom.)
I walked into my bathroom and immediately flicked on the light. The soft, warm lighting illuminated the room, making the grey and cream tones glow gently against the patterned tiles.
The bathroom itself was modern but still cosy, with pale stone tiles lining the floor and walls while soft lights glowed beneath the sink cabinet and along the edges of the room. The large mirror above the sink reflected the faint morning exhaustion on my face.
Decorative shelves were built into the wall above the toilet, holding a few candles and ornaments that Esme insisted made the room feel "welcoming."
I walked over to the shower and turned the water on, waiting for it to warm up. While I waited, I grabbed my toiletries and lined them neatly along the counter so they'd be ready for when I got out.
