𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋 𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐖 | d. malfoy

sixteen | my mortie

AS EXPECTED, THE ENTIRE SCHOOL was in uproar when they discovered that Umbridge was appointed Headmistress after Dumbledore mysteriously disappeared to a secret place. People started pranking her, (Rosie quite enjoyed watching said pranks, but no one other than the Ghost Guard knew, of course.) so Umbridge had taken a habit of ranting to Rosie every other night with a cup of nice, warm tea. Rosie found this amusing, as occasionally, Umbridge would complain about a prank that Rosie herself had organized, (though again, Umbridge didn't know that, so she employed Rosie's help in finding the culprit,) thoroughly pleasing Rosie's desires to annoy Umbridge to death.

Still, no one was aware of her desires besides the Ghost Guard and Severus to an extent, so, many were avoiding her and pranking her as well, as apparently a blow to Rosie was as good as a blow to Umbridge these days. O.W.L.s were approaching, and everyone around Rosie was cramming knowledge from the last 5 years of education back into their heads. As of right now, in fact, Draco was lying on Rosie's lap, reciting names of Goblins from the Goblin Rebellions. Blaise was reading Intermediate Transfiguration, and Theo was searching for Dragon Claw powder. Daphne... well, Daphne didn't really care. She was out gossiping with the other girls in Slytherin. Rosie was half heartedly going over all of her textbooks, as she already knew all of the material front to back.

Sighing, Rosie closed her book and checked the clock. It was 3:12. Rosie had Career Advice with Severus at 3:30 today. Tapping Draco's head, Rosie retorted, "Draco, I can't get up with your bulbous head on my lap. Get off me."

Grumbling, Draco lifted his head just enough for Rosie to get by. As she turned the corner of the couch, Draco threw a friendly kick at her, and she stuck her tongue out at him before walking out of the Slytherin Common Room.

She arrived in front of Severus's office, knocking gently, once, twice. It was odd. Normally she would just barge in, but apparently today was supposed to be a formal gathering, as he so kindly reminded her once she called him Sev.

"Professor Snape, please. We are meeting for professional reasons, need I remind you again, Miss Feudestin?" Severus drawled.

Rosie shook her head. "No, professor." The word felt strange coming from her mouth. She rarely called her professors 'professor' anymore. She was on a first name basis with most of them.

"So, I am sure you understand why you are here now?" Rosie nodded shortly. "Wonderful. Tell me, what careers have you thought of pursuing after leaving Hogwarts?"

"Well, if I make it out alive," Rosie bitterly laughed, "I'd like to be a healer. Healing sort of comes naturally to me, so I guess that's what I'm meant to do."

"Very well. You are aware, I am sure, that you will need very high scores on examinations for potions, herbology, transfiguration, charms, and defense against the dark arts? All N.E.W.T. level?" Once more, Rosie nodded shortly.

"I am aware."

"Spectacular. I'm sure you would make a fantastic healer." The corners of his mouth quivered, as if trying not to smile. Rosie smiled back.

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OWLs passed without further hardship; Rosie sat back after finishing her History of Magic exam, reflecting on her tests. Rosie knew she had aced every single one of the examinations, theoretical and practical. She wasn't being vain, she was being truthful. She had an advantage over everyone on Earth, and she knew it. The one problem was, once the end of this examination drew nearer, Harry would have a vision calling him to the Department of Mysteries. Rosie waited, reviewing her plan of action, sitting in the back of the examining room. The clock struck; it was time. Harry fell to the ground, clutching his scar. It took everything in Rosie to keep looking impassive, rather than running up to him to help. Hermione and Ron latched on to him quickly and led him out of the room. Rosie waited for her que, still sitting emotionlessly in the back of the room. Then, she saw it: a green fire in Umbridge's office. Rosie, paying no attention to the voices calling her back into the exam room, ran out the door and up the stairs to the office in the defense against the dark arts classroom.