Rose sat in the Great Hall eating her lunch. It was a Monday, and frantically Rose absoulety HATED Mondays. All of the sudden she saw Amber swooping down with all of the owls for the usual post. The only good thing about Mondays. Rose had a great amount of mail today, so much she might have to read some of it before bed. She quickly scanned through the contents. Daily Prophet, (the usual), a letter from Hugo, another letter from her Mum and Dad, and a letter from-who was that? Rose was sure she had never gotten a letter from this person before. Maybe Albus would know who it was, he seemed to...

Rose was hurrying to her Transfiguration class. If she didn't get there soon, she would get a detention. And she didn't need that on her personal records. But, as usual, she found a distraction. A little first anno girl was sobbing in the Upper 5th Corridor. Rose was a first anno too, of course, but never saw this girl before. Rose walked up to her and knelt down successivo to her. At this point, Rose didn't care if she was late for Transfiguration now. She wanted to help this girl. ''Hey, are te ok?'' Rose asked gently. The girl looked up. ''Don't come near me, I'm a magnet for disaster.'' She...

Rose waved goodbye to her parents meekly. She had tried to act brave, but it hadn't worked. The truth was, she was afraid she wasn't going to get into Gryffindor, thanks to her father. She could still hear him saying: ''If you're not in Gryffindor we'll disinherit you, but no pressure.'' And thanks to the Granger in her she felt pressure. ''Rosie calm down! It's not like your dad would actually disinherit te if te got into Hufflepuff o Ravenclaw.'' Albus tried to console her, but it didn't work. But at least she knew that she had no chance of getting into Slytherin because of her family...

--If te pictured Albus into anything besides Gryffindor, o Rose into Ravenclaw, I do NOT suggest te Leggere this--


Rose was nervous. più than nervous, actually, terrified. James had already taken his sede, sedile at the Gryffindor table, and he kept on glancing at Albus and Rose standing in the long line of First Years. She would try and smile at James, to let him know that she was feeling okay. He and Albus both knew that she was nervous about getting Sorted. At least 50 kids had went already, and since the 'W' in Weasley was at the very end of the alphabet, she would be standing there a long time....

Rose sat in the biblioteca Leggere ''How to succed in Quidditch'' silently. o at least she was,anyway. She was up until-''Hey, Rosie! What are te up to?'' Her cousin Albus asked. ''What does it look like I'm doing Albus? Im studying!'' ''As if she ever does anything else!'' James said, jumping into the conversation and grinning. ''James, do te ever not bother people?'' Rose asked. ''Quidditch?'' Albus had obviously looked at her book, and was now snickering at the thought of Rose Weasley on a broomstick flying around a Quidditch Pitch. ''Why not?'' She asked. ''I mean, my dad was a Quidditch...

~If te saw this on the HP spot, it's only because I published it there and here. Credit goes to: LifesGoodx3~


Now, if te know me te probably know that Rose Weasley is my preferito character of all-time. Now, I know that's HIGHLY uncommon because no one knows about Rose o any of the New Generation kids until Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows. So, in this article, I'd like to mostra te why Rose is my preferito character. Well, first off, we never see Rose do much because she only comes in the amaro end of Deathly Hallows and we don't see her in any scenarios and how she would react. But,...

It started out as a regular Saturday morning. I got up, got dressed, and went downstairs to have breakfast. But, there was something unusual about today. My mother wasn't making breakfast. It was making itself. The eggs were frying da themselves, and the bacon, pancetta affumicata was sizzling da itself too. My mother usually never used magic to do her work for her, so I found that odd. I also was wondering where my parents actually were, so I checked the living room. They weren't there, so I checked the wash room. Not there either. I never wanted to resort to this, but I decided to check there anyway. Their bedroom....

Its Natale Eve here at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and I am not happy. A stupid plant took me hostage! I am standing here, in some deserted hallway - alright, maybe its not deserted per say, but it sure as bloody hell looks like it from where I’m standing; and have been standing for the past ora - in a part of the school, I don’t even know where! Stupid Mistletoe. Yes, I, Rose Weasley, have had the misfortune of getting stuck under one of Hogwarts’ famous Mistletoe bunches.

Now I’m guessing your wondering ‘Why are they famous?’, and I’ll tell you. Every year...