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Rose Mea Granger-Weasley

"Im sorry, are you looking at me?"

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a character in “Hogwarts Next Gen: All is Well”, originally authored by Guest, as played by RolePlayGateway

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{"Get your facts first, then you can distort them as you please."}


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N A M E

"Rose Mea Granger-Weasley"
"The doctor's spelled my name wrong on my birth certificate, Originally It was Rose Mae, sometimes I think doctor are just stupid."


N I C K N A M E S
Rosie || "Started with Dad, now most of my best friends call me Rosie."
Rosie Mea || "'Cause honestly it sounds pretty Vintage."
Rose Mae || || "Mom, still calls me by my original name."
Rosebud || "Once, by a boy I liked, it didn't really work out."
Rose Weasley|| "Honestly, because Rose Mea Granger-Weasley is a mouthful"

B I R T H D A T E

"January 1st"

A G E

"Seventeen"

B L O O D

"Half-Blood"

P A R E N T S

"Ronald Bilius Weasley & Hermione Jean Granger"

S E X U A L I T Y

"Pansexural - I don't care what you identify as I like everyone"

G E N D E R - I D E N T I F I C A T I O N

"I identify as female"

H O U S E

"Gryffendor"




{"Justice is better than chivalry if we cannot have both."}


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A P P E R A N C E
"You're never fully dressed, Without a smile!

Just like all Weasley's Rose has the standard Red hair, and freckles (although less then other members of her family.) She tries to fit in wherever she is, but her impeccable sense of style always comes out in some way. When Rose was younger she had a rougher wardrobe more suitable for a kid, but as she grew up she developed a more sophisticated wardrobe. She has a passion for shopping at second hand shops, maybe it's the Weasley in her but she just doesn't fell comfortable in newer cloths as well as she dose in clothes over fifty years old.

Rose, has always tried to look her best anymore however there are a few times when she has demined it necessary to dress down as it were. In these occasions she pulls out an old leather jacket, ruffed up jeans, a black tank top, and leather gloves sometimes even an old wool hat she pulled out of her grandma's closet.

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P E R S O N A L I T Y
"Being called pretty or beautiful, is so much nicer than being called hot or fit"
CAURAGE || DARING || NERVE || CHIVERLY || HOTHEADED || IMPULSIVE

Rose has a very upbeat attitude towards life, she loves the little things like her dad making pancakes the morning before classes start, and her shopping explorations with her mother. She's a very well grounded young woman, she doesn't care about making tope academic marks anymore as she did in her first two years. She's really quite happy with her intelligence, and knows that she doesn't need to prove anything to anyone but herself. She loves Quiddich, and has played on the Gryffindor team for the past few years, but this year she's considering quieting to focus more of her attention on the Choral, where she's grown to really adore.


{"All our dreams can come true, if we have the courage to pursue them."}


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W A N D
10¾" || Vine wood || unicorn tail-hair
"It's quite nice, if I do say so myself."

S P E C I A L

"Hogwarts Choral Member"

Q U I D D I T C H

"Chaser"

P E T

"Her name is, Clara Bow"

P A T R O N U S

"A Peacock"

B O G G A R T

"Spiders"


{"Commitment, There are only two creatures of value on the face of this earth - those with a commitment and those who require the commitment of others."}


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H I S T O R Y
"The Life & Times of Rose Weasley "

Synopsis
Rose is the eldest child of Ron and Hermione, which in itself isn't as easy as it may sound. People assume she is the splitting image of her mother and the temper of her father. In truth this is half so, she does have a wicked temper, but she isn't half her parents. Instead Rose is herself first and foremost, and that's what she strives for the most to be remembered someday for being Rose not the daughter of Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley.

Childhood
Rose spent much of her childhood, playing alongside her cousins the Potter's and her brother Hugo. She was partially close with Albus, and at one time considered him her best friend. This has changed a bit since starting school sadly, and isn't the most pleasant topic Rose likes to dwell on.

School Days

-Will update this part as rp starts-

O.W.L.S RESULTS
Ancient Runes: O
Arithmancy: O
Care of Magical creatures: E
Charms: E
Defense against the Dark Arts: A
Divination: E
Herbology: A
History of Magic: O
Potions: E
Transfiguration: O

Would you expect anything else from Hermione's daughter?




{We Are The Art| Nico Vega}{You Belong to Me | Courtnee Draper}{La Vie En Rose | Daniela Andrade}







FC: Holiday Granger

So begins...

Rose Mea Granger-Weasley's Story

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Another year, another visit to Kings Cross. Although this year would be her last year, she didn't feel a sense of excitement as she didn't on her first ride on the Hogwarts Express. The thrill had subsided, and instead was replaced with a sense of social anxiety. There were so many people, mainly parents already it was unnerving. She waited patiently for her own parents to catch up, before boarding the train and of course Hugo who still seemed to have that sense of wonder that she had so clearly lost. It's just like any other school, really... her mind wondered off.

"Rosie, Rosie" her father's voice echoed through her daydream. "Rosie, are you okay?

“what? she snapped out of her daydream, and looked at her father. ”Yeah dad, I’m fine. Where’s mum and Hugo?”
she asked realizing her mother and brother weren’t with him.

”They stopped to see your Aunt. Don’t change the subjects Rosie. Are you sure, your all right?” Ron said confidently to his daughter.

That was the question wasn’t it? Was she alright? Was all that she was feeling inside normal for a girl her age ready to embark on the last year of school? She couldn’t ask her dad, he wouldn’t really understand, would he?
”I’m fine dad, really.” she smiled gently, as her mum and Hugo found them at last.

"Are you ready Rose, last year full of excitement." Hermione spoke, with a smile as Hugo pulled his cart closer to them.

"I'm fine mum, really I am." mum always had the same, routine every year. She'd check to make sure Rose had everything, which she'd already checked the night before. Gave both of them a big hug, told the to write or call at least once a week. Dad would then jump in and, let Rose and Hugo board the train.

"Come on Rosie!" Hugo spoke, as he started for the train. "It'll leave without us!" with that, Rose was on the train ready to start her last year.




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7:15 PM | Hogwarts | Outfit | Mood: Thoroughly Exhausted


As the train arrived at the Hogsmead station, Rose was jolted awake by her cat Clara who seemed to be anxious to leave the car. "your more excited then me, right now aren't you?" she asked Clara as she scooped the cat into her arms, and snuggled her gently. She hadn't even changed into her robes yet, before the train arrived her mind was far to wrapped up into her book, "Quidditch, Though the ages"." Maybe it was silly to leave the team, in her last year after all she did enjoy the sport, she'd have to talk to James later about it, maybe he'd provide some clarity in her saturation.

It only took her a few minutes to find her robes in her, perfectly organized trunk. She emerged out of the cabin, just in time to find very few people in the corridor surprisingly. She trudged her bags behind her, and Clara in her carrier she feet moving faster then normal as she had the distinct feeling she was late now. She jumped of the train, and headed towards the carriages that would take her to the castle, she took a longer time studying the grounds then last year. 'The last year' she thought to herself again.

As she entered the Great Hall, and out of habit noticed her uncle. She smiled gently, as she always did whenever she saw her Uncle Harry, and took her seat in the upperclassmen rows. It was really weird having so many relations in school with her. She often pondered if muggle girls had the same problem in under populated areas of the world. All the same, despite the slight annoyance that at any moment her parents could be alerted of her behavior, it really was comforting going to school with so many cousins, although she could do without Hugo.

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Albus didn't even blink at Louis's remark, getting used to the boy's rudeness a long time ago. It had always bemused him that Scorp was friends with the Weasley child, but never being one to rock the boat, he had simply chosen to employ a tactic of patients and tolerance, with a large portion of selective hearing. After all, if Scorpius had decided Louis was a worthy friend, who was Albus to question him and his choices.

Speaking of Scorp, Albus turned and offered the boy a silly smile at the feeling of his hand around his wrist. Albus was still vaguely reeling from the new developments in their relationship. He could never seem to get rid of the stupid fluttering in his stomach or the blood that rushed to his cheeks whenever he thought of or touched the blonde haired boy. Although, if he was honest with himself, the new found nerves were a small price to pay for the unexpected bursts of happiness that seemed to occur when Scorp would hold his hand for a second to long or whisper something secret in his ear.

Shaking himself out of his thoughts, Albus turned and dug out his latest obsession. A hardcover, illustrated collection of novels by Arthur Conan Doyle known as Sherlock Holmes. He prattled on to Scorpius about it for little under an hour before realising the boy probably hadn't a clue what he was on about and so instead settled down to read the journey away, enjoying the gentle movement of Scorpius's fingers on his leg.

By the time Albus is drawn back into the real world, the train has come to a stop and the sun is setting, leaving a beautiful orange glow to fill the sky. He was thrilled to be back at the beautiful and magical place he had called home for the last few years. Hoping into one of the carriages that would take them to the castle, Albus was already looking forward to just getting into his usual bed and forgetting about the world, again, for a few more hours.

But first, he had to survive the sorting ceremony and his father's knowing looks, neither of which were going to prove particularly easy or pleasant to endure. Sitting down, Albus was glad of Scorp's maintained position in the middle, blocking him from any further interaction with Louis. He was also proving to be an incredible pillow, as Albus leaned over and rested his head on the other boy's should, closing his eyes slighting and dozing, vaguely aware of the rest of the world around him.

A few minutes pasted, and upon hearing people sit down across from them, Albus dragged his head up and blinked at Lucy and Lorcan, before his eyes were immediately drawn down towards Lucy's chosen reading material. Immediately a soft smile bloomed on his face at the memories of the book. "Good choice... The whole story written without the letter E. Very intelligent man Fitzgerald.", he commented. The Great Gatsby was always preferable conversation material then having to listen to a bored Scorp and Louis, who often found mean gossip and scheming to entertain them at their worst.




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Vicky smiled as she felt the weight of another body sit down next to her on the seat, turning round to be greeted with a similar expression from the gorgeous metamorphagus she had the pride of calling boyfriend. "Hay, and no, you made it just in time.", she muttered as she moved closer, her shoulder pressing against his ever so gently. Of course, he hadn't been as early as she would of liked, with there already being 2 other prefects in the carriage, but she hadn't expected him to be as that just wasn't who he was. Waiting for the rest of the prefects to arrive, Vicky distracted herself by playing absentmindedly with his fingers.

Once the last prefect was accounted for, all expect Scorpius of course, Vicky proceed to offer up quick and brief instructions, returning to full business mode. The meeting lasted about 20 minutes, with the prefects leaving to preform the duties soon after. Grinning, Vicky let herself relax slightly, leaning back against Teddy's chest. One of the few pleasures of being head girl and boy meant you could hid in the prefect carriage without any real consequences.

Her and Teddy spent most of the journey in comfortable silence, with frequent break of conversation revolving around friends, family, the new academic year and briefly the discussion of their future. Throughout all the time, they never broke physical contact for more then a few seconds to rearrange or readjust themselves. It was moments like this that Vicky found herself most happy, where she could truly relax without to much worry about what anyone would think cause it was only Teddy there to witness her.

Finally the journey came to a close and immediately business mode reengaged. Quickly pressing a soft kiss to her boyfriends cheek, she got up to leave. "I promised Hagrid I would help him with the first years this year. Meet you for the sorting ceremony!", she said before turning and making her way towards the first year meet point. Though it was tedious to guide a large heard of nervous and over-excited eleven year olds into boats, the journey across the lake was definitely worth it. Almost poetic really, her last journey to Hogwarts mimicking her first.

Once at the Castle, Vicky left the first years in the capable hands of the professors and made her way towards the great hall to take her seat, glancing and making brief eye contact with Teddy where he sat at the Hufflepuff table, before turning and sitting next to Rose Weasley. Offering the girl a sympathetic smile as she noticed her tired expression. "Hiya Rose, how you feeling? Not gonna lie, I am craving my bed right now.", she joked at the other Gryffindor girl.