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Rose Weasley

"She's the brightest witch of her age!"

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a character in “Hogwarts: Year 1”, as played by UniqueYetUnoriginal


Rose Jane Weasley.

Eleven, birthday October 15th.


Rose has fiery red hair, much like that of her father, and has the same curly head that her mother had as a child. Her eyes are a lovely shade of blue, and she has a petite figure, standing at 4'11. She is quite pale.

~ Gryffindor; All the best wizards have come from Gryffindor, her parents have told her. Mostly her father.
~ Her cousins; She is particularly close with Albus.
~ Her sibling; As annoying as Hugo may be, she still loves him.
~ Her parents; She's often heard how Hermione was 'the brightest witch of her age' and Ron was... Ron. Anyways, she loves them both dearly.
~ Animals; Especially her cat, Knockshire.
~ School; Much like her mother, she has a keen interest in learning.
~ Sweets; She has quite the sweet tooth.

~ Slytherin; Her father has often complained about them, especially the Malfoy family.
~ Losing; She has an extreme competitive streak.
~ Dark Arts; This should be fairly obvious.
~ Discriminating Remarks; Whether about nationality, colour, religion or blood, they are all equally biased.

~ Merpeople
~ People close to her dying

She had a fairly normal life, or as normal as a witch of two famous wizards can be. She grew up in the Burrow with her parents and Hugo, often visited by her cousins, especially the Potters, who came along often. When her eleventh birthday came, a letter by owl informed her she would be attending Hogwarts WitchCraft or Wizardry.

10 and a half inches, unicorn hair.

~ Her robes
~ Her wand
~ Her broomstick; Nimbus 2006
~ Her books
~ A picture of her family
~ A little make-up; Nothing too heavy, and if her parents found out they would kill her.


So begins...

Rose Weasley's Story

Albus entered the common room, hearing the cheering of the other Gryffindors. He was incredibly happy, and not just because he was in Gryffindor and not Slytherine. He was one of he first First Years to enter, looking back at Rose quickly. He was smiling, and happy, it was plain on his face. His Ferret was perched on his shoulder, and he made his way through the crowd when he got a large, surprise hug from James. "Congrats on fooling the hat!" he said jokingly, but Albus went a bit red and yelled "James!". "Relax Al, just messing with ya! Go on and party, il be right back......". James then went off, pulling out a piece of Parchment. Albus instantly realized what it was. But before he could call out for him, James was gone.

Albus then found himself next to Rose. He couldn't help but give her a hug now, happy to see her. "Rose! Long time no see! If, two weeks count as a long time, but still. Oh, you remember Sabre!" His Ferret then jumped onto Rose, before hopping back onto his shoulder. "So, I heard we were in the same classes. I wonder if they did that on purpose....." Albus, when happy, could become really talkative. Albus thought he heard something outside then, some sort of racket, but he ignored it, till he remembered who just went outside. "Did you hear brother just went outside......what could he be doing out there?" He was curious, then asking Rose "You want to check it out? Its not late enough yet for us to get in a trouble....and, its know how annoying he can be and how much trouble he can get himself into......". He had a slight smile when he said that.

Albus found himself already starting to walk towards the door while holding Rose's hand. Albus might be a bit shy at times, but he was also very quick to think.

Rose climbed in after her cousin Albus into the Gryffindor common room, greeted by the cheering of the fellow Gryffindors. Albus looked back at her for a moment, a massive grin spread across his face, which Rose quickly returned. She remembered what her father had said on Platform 9 3/4.

"If you’re not in Gryffindor, we’ll disinherit you,” said her father, “but no pressure.” Though they had all laughed it off, Rose couldn't help but wait to tell her parents the news. They would be so proud.

It was only then that she noticed Albus had walked up beside her.
"Rose! Long time no see! If, two weeks count as a long time, but still. Oh, you remember Sabre!" he said cheerfully, gesturing to his ferret, who then hopped onto Rose. Rose laughed, nodding.
"How could I forget?" she teased, as the ferret leaped back to Al.
"I was going to bring Crookshanks, but Mum said she was too old. I brought Knockshire instead," she said, gesturing to the ginger kitten locked in the cage she was carrying, before adding, "She's one of Crookshank's kittens. We named them Knockshire, Sandy and Fred. Hugo named Knockshire. I think she's going to get teased by the other cats, though, with a name like that."

"So, I heard we were in the same classes. I wonder if they did that on purpose....." Al said. Rose's eyes widened in delight. "Really? Phew, I was afraid I wouldn't know anyone," she admitted, grinning.

"Did you hear brother just went outside......what could he be doing out there?" Albus asked, looking mildly worried. Rose couldn't blame him.

"I didn't hear anything.." she replied, her eyebrows furrowing. "Oh no, James has already gotten himself into trouble." She sighed dramatically, folding her arms as she did so.

"You want to check it out? Its not late enough yet for us to get in a trouble....and, its know how annoying he can be and how much trouble he can get himself into......"
Rose's eyes widened again, this time in worry. "I dunno, it's our first day.." she started hesitantly, before sighing as curiosity got the better of her. Besides, she decided, I'm a Gryffindor! I'm not afraid of anything, not even the teachers!

Albus smiled at her and Rose sighed in defeat. "Oh, alright," she agreed, following her cousin out into the hall.

(And now, time for the plot...TO THICKEN! >:O)

As Albus entered the hall, he stepped on something. He found a piece of Parchment under his should. The Marauders Map, actually, as he could tell. He had seen it several times. He suspected James had it, but never was completely sure. He then noticed James, bleeding, with a stab wound. "James! Brother!" He ran over, almost tripping on an empty stand where a suit of armor would normally be. "Rose! Help!". But the stab wound was strange. THere was a Dark Energy around it. A dark Magic.

And thats when some sort of ghost, except it seemed much more vicous and very powerful, rushed at Albus. He backed away, slightly startled. It slashed at him directly, before inhabiting one of hte Castle's suits of armor and swinging a sword at him. ALbus ducked, and pulled out from underneath his wand, using the standard spell "Flipendo", knocking the Knight back and ejecting the dark spirit, before it flew away.....

Albus then looked at Rose and asked "R.....Rose.....what was that? That......that didn't look like an average ghost......we need to get James to the Infirmiry!" Albus was half startled, half scared. He then muttered "I need to figure out what that was........I could use some help......your...better with libraries then me......". Albus was upset, but he was thinking. He could think quickly. And he knew what to do....kind of.

Felix was up in the dorms placing his suitcase that held his clothes and robes under his bed. On the window perch sat a bird cage, beside it a square cage for a large rat. Sitting on the table in front of the window perch was a small, 2 foot high perch for Mandela, Felix's messenger owl, who was currently using the stand as he looked out the window. On the bed, eating some grapes, was Roscoe, Felix's large pet rat. Once Felix was done putting his suitcase under the bed, he smiled to himself and put out his hand to Roscoe, who then crawled up Felix's arm and sat comfortably on his shoulder. Felix then open to window to allow Mandela to fly out if he wished. As Felix opened the window, he heard a noise and turned away from the window. He noticed Roscoe turn on his shoulder too as if he had heard the noise as well. "Lead the way, Roscoe." Felix whispered into his rats ear as he picked him up and sat him gently on the ground.

Felix followed Roscoe out of the dorm room, down the small corridor and into the Sylithern common room. "I need to remember to tell father I got into Sylithern." He told himself as he stood there a moment then followed Roscoe out of the common room and down the corridors until Roscoe stopped and climbed up Felix's leg and up to his shoulder where he perched himself and nodded to Felix.

Felix got the message and slowly inched his way to the edge of the wall to look around. Then, in a familiar voice, he heard the words "James! Brother!" witch made Felix speed up his step slightly to peer around the corner with narrow eyes. His eyes narrowed slightly as he studied the figures. A boy with brown hair who was yelling "Brother!", Albus Potter, son of Harry Potter. A girl with ginger hair. Defiantly a Weasley, nonetheless daughter of Ron Weasley. Now, Felix's eyes are drawn to a figure on the ground. That must be James Potter. Is what runs through Felix's mind as he sees blood and his eyes widen in shock. He watches all that happens and is frightened by it all, but feels sad, in a way, that this all happens on the first day. Felix waits a moment then looks at Roscoe as he ask himself a question in his head.

Should I try to help? Felix thinks.

Roscoe seems to stare Felix in the eye like he's trying to answer Felix's question. Then Felix lets out a sigh and pokes his head out from behind the wall so be can see Potter and Weasley and they can see him. "Hey!" Felix says to get their attention. "Do you guys need any help?" He adds after he has their attention. He has a slightly worried look on his face, but still has that mysterious look of Sylithern in his eyes as he shifts his eyes from Albus and Rose.

Victoria watched a boy leave the common room, surprisingly unnoticed by the rest, and tilted her head in wonder. "hmm?" Standing up, she left the room undetected, and followed the boy quietly, her steps as light as a feather. 'What is he doing at this hour.' She wondered, and blinked as she noticed his steps quickening. Why was beyond her, until she heard a shout of panic. "James! Brother!"
Grey eyes widened a bit, and her brain raced in calculation and ideas. 'Must be Albus, the son of Potter.. Always the one to attract trouble..' And she wouldnt be surprised if James was struck down by some sort of magic, this school did have a history for that. And everyone knew that.
"Hey!" Felix says to get their attention. "Do you guys need any help?"
With that, she backed away into the shadows of the corridor, and watched the interaction between the three. Observing, a raven claw trait, which appears every now and then. Red hair, freckles, defiantly a weasley and coincidentally, the daughter of a member of the golden trio, Ron. "How ironic, a Weasley and a potter..." She whispered, amused, but her eyes held a look of seriousness. Blood and a stabbing was no laughing matter, but her heart did not seem to faze completely at the sight. Her heart may have worried, but she felt no real fear, for she has prepared for things like this. Or so she hoped. Slowly, Stepping out of the darkness, she lifted her wand and whispered Levioso, causing James to levitate off the ground slightly, but enough to move him. But the trick is that, james is not the one floating, the clothes are and if anyone observed closely, they can notice the strain between james and the loose articles of clothing, meaning someone may need to support him up as well.. "The infirmary first of all." Victoria stated, her worried filled [yet still slytherin] eyes scanning all, before focusing on the wounded. "His wounds appear heal able at the hands of a nurse.. but time is a dangerous thing to test..Potter, Weasley." Victoria voiced their surnames camly, showing no detest whatsoever.

Tara walked into the bedroom of hers and searched through the stuff she had brought along. She found her wand and smiled, putting it in the pocket inside the t-shirt she was wearing. Bringing her hands up to her hair, Tara messed around with it until it was in the right way and stretched, then went into the common room of Hufflepuf. She sat down in a chair and stared at the fire, excited to start her first year at this school. Everything had gone so fast, from discovering she could preform magic to the letter of Hogwarts, and her first pet owl!

She heard faint whispers behind her, probably because of how she looked. Tara looked down for a moment, than regained her happy self and went out of the room to go exploring, but returned to her bedroom quickly to grab her cap and went into the castle. She walked through the halls of the Castle, already a bit lost, when she heard voices. Without hesitation, Tara went into that direction to find herself watching how a wounded boy was floating, and there were other people too. She then recognized it were the Potters, and Weasly, and someone she didn't really know.

Tara slowly came forward, holding her wand. ''Do you need help?''

Rose looked down at her feet, at the piece of parchment lying on the ground. Why was Albus so interested in i-
Her thoughts were cut off by a yell from Al. "James! Brother!" She turned around to see James lying on the floor with a stab wound, bleeding. "Oh my god.." she whispered, her face getting paler. She felt like getting sick. Not because it was disgusting, but because it was terrifying.

"Rose! Help!" Albus pleaded, before seeing a ghost charge for him. He stumbled back slightly, almost tripping, before the ghost inhabited a suit of armor. "Filipendo!" Al yelled, knocking the night back. Rose looked on helplessly, unsure of what to do.

"R.....Rose.....what was that? That......that didn't look like an average ghost......we need to get James to the Infirmiry!" Al exclaimed. Rose nodded. She could feel the tears running down her cheeks now. What kind of a Gryffindor was she?

"I need to figure out what that was........I could use some help......your...better with libraries then me......" Al murmured. "Oh.. o-okay.." she stuttered out. Just then, about three people came over, and shouteed if they could use some help.

"Y-Yes! Th..thanks.." she stammered, wiping away her tears.
"His wounds appear heal able at the hands of a nurse.. but time is a dangerous thing to test..Potter, Weasley." Rose turned at the sound of her surname, and it was only then that she noticed a girl was levitation James.

Rose nodded twice in quick succession, walking over to James and holding his hand. He might be annoying, loud and sometimes even bossy, but he was her cousin, and if anything fatal happened to him, she wouldn't be able to bare it. She squeezed his hand lightly.

"Tha..thank you.." she mumbled, before saying louder, "Okay, we better get him down to the infirmary before he bleeds anymore. You two-" she added, pointing at a boy with dark brown hair and a girl with short, blonde hair "-Did you see everything? Like, the ghost and stuff? If you did, could go t-tell one of the teachers what happened?" her wobbly voice gave away to how scared she really was.

(Right, well, I'm assuming we are all heading towards the Infirmary, just make a note if your not actually)

Albus had seemingly been unable to recognize the presence of anyone unless he knew them. Albus helped carry his brother down to the Infirmary, but he asked Rose "I thought Ghosts could not did your mum say it....'The Physical Plane'. That ghost attacked us, and possessed a suit of armor. If they cant affect that stuff, how come that one could?". Of course, Albus already had an idea, but he kept it to himself. Because he was afraid for his life about the idea, especially if it was true. That ghost was no ordinary ghost, and it was of a specific person too: It was Voldemort's spirit. Wile there was no way to know, it was what he suspected. Although, notably, the ghost appeared to still be weak. Possibly it was just awakened by their presence. Which, would still point to being Voldemort's. Though it could be someone else's too......perhaps......

When they got there the nurse attempted to heal James with Magic, which only seemed to hurt him. The Wound appeared to have magic in it as well, and would require time and patience to heal, something James was not good with normally. The headmaster came down, and after many questions were asked, and serious stares were given, the headmaster then finally said "I do not know what magic did this, but a ghost could not have done this. We will sort this out. It will be morning in an hour or so, so you better get some rest at least....". Albus had not been paying attention to time. Albus and Time were not two things that really ever seemed to communicate properly. The headmaster then started to leave, when he noted "You best clear out of your head whatever illusion you saw, however....". But Albus knew what he saw was no Illusion Magic. Still crying slightly, he made his way towards the library. He intended to find out what attacked his brother, and then he would find it. However, that's about where his plan ended. He did not see if Rose was following him, he was a bit too upset now, but he hoped she was.

(There is a specific reason why this happened so quickly, that you'll find out later. And I'm surprised no one in Slytherine is trying to hatch a Basilisk yet xD)

She shook her head, and looked at her with a neutral look. Though she believed her, the room had a fill of dark magic, no question about that, but was it really a ghost? 'Tom Riddle was only a memory, but voldemo- stop this is bad thinking..there isnt even any crucifix left to revive him anywho...' Shaking it off, she lead the floating james to the infirminary and talked to the nurse for a bit, getting the info, which wasent as bad as she expected. But within seconds, which isnt surprising, the headmaster arrived with a few of the other teachers. "I do not know what magic did this, but a ghost could not have done this. We will sort this out. It will be morning in an hour or so, so you better get some rest at least...."

Victoria nodded, ignoring the serious eye and was about to leave, only to hear the stifling cry of Albus. Her eyes narrowed at this, and she shook her head with mild disappointment. Tears were okay, but this was a sign for the he gotta resist, because, this was only the beginning. Or so she thought. But who was she to judge.
Leaving the infirmary, she looked at both Rose and the Slytherin boy. Of course the Weasley will follow, they were born like that, but the boy? She wasent so sure, so she didnt know what to do either. Maybe she could help at libary, and it could deem useful to her too. 'Information is always useful.' Besides a couple of books for a read was necessary. So, she started off to the libary too, her steps, again, as light as a feather. 'But its dangerous too.' But Victoria didnt falter, because she knew she always was attracted to trouble anyways.

Felix watched as other students seemed to show up. He walked up to James and examined the wound without touching. Cool... He thought as he looked at it, him being a boy who, for some odd reason, is obsessed with goriness and death. His brow was frowned a bit, but the slightest hint of a smile appeared at the corners of his mouth. Not because he was happy about the misfortune of the Potter and Weasley, but because this was turning out to be a quite eventful first day.

He walked with Potter, Weasley, and the Slytherin girl he has yet to be introduced to, to the infirmary. He watched as the nurse tried to help James with magic and how it seemed to just make it worse. He stared at the Headmaster as he came and asked his many questions. Felix just sort of stood there with Roscoe, still perched on his shoulder, and his arms crossed with a blank expression on his face as he processed what was happening. Ironic, isn't it... Felix thought. That this happens to none other than a Potter. He continued in his thought. Potter's. Potter's and Weasley's. They think their the center of attention. Felix continued in thought, his eyes narrowing a bit. I wouldn't be surprised if it was Voldemort's spirit trying to come back. But that seems to be impossible. But, whomever, or whatever, it was certainly has captured my attention... Felix then snapped out of his mind of thought as he heard the cry of Albus Potter, witch Felix then returned with a look of Slytherin, a cold heartless look, but Felix's look had the slightest hint of pity for Potter.

Felix looked around and saw everyone leaving to do whatever they will for the time being. No use going to bed if I'll just be getting up in less than in hour. He thought, then turned around to look at the Potter in the infirmary bed. "So you're the first born of the Potter's, are you? James, James Potter, that's your name?" Felix said, questioning the boy in the bed as he went around to look at the boys wound one more time. "Amazing, is it not? What could have done such a thing?" He added then stood up straight and tilted his head to the left before spinning around and heading towards the door. Felix decided not to go back to the common room, but instead sat down on some steps and pulled out a small journal that he had filled with many drawings of many creatures and many facts about those many creatures.

(would you like a Slytherin to try to hatch a Basilisk because I'm sure Felix would love to with the help of another Slytherin (: )

"I thought Ghosts could not did your mum say it....'The Physical Plane'. That ghost attacked us, and possessed a suit of armor. If they cant affect that stuff, how come that one could?"

It was a good question. Rose paused for a moment, contemplating it. "Well then it obviously wasn't a ghost," she decided. She wasn't sure what it was, but if a ghost couldn't do any of that stuff, then it obviously wasn't one. Then again, no wizard should be able to survive the killing curse..

They finally arrived at the infirmary, where the headmaster, along with a few teachers, soon arrived.
"I do not know what magic did this," the headmaster said, "but a ghost could not have done this. We will sort this out. It will be morning in an hour or so, so you better get some rest at least...."

She saw Albus walking out, and quickly followed out behind him, presuming he was heading back to the common room. He turned an unfamiliar corner, and she frowned slightly. Where was he going?

She knew the only reason she wasn't crying was because she was still in shock. Albus seemed to have gotten over the initial shock, however, as she could hear him trying to stop himself from crying from the metre she was behind him. She didn't even know of he was aware that she was there.

They finally reached the library, and Rose's eyes lit up with so many books. She loved books. As much as she wanted to read every single book in this gigantic library, she knew she should probably take charge.

"Albus.." she said, calling out to him. "The headmaster is right, it's getting late. We're first years, Al, no one expects us to be able to figure this all out on her own." Though she wasn't sure, it seemed like something Albus would do - to go to the library to try and find out about the ghost thing, that wasn't even a ghost.

"Besides," she continued, "We can come back tomorrow. And I'm sure our parents will want to hear from us, we still have to write a letter." She was hoping she could persuade him to return to the common room. She could feel herself getting tired, and stifled back a yawn. But if Albus was staying here, then she would too.

(aww...okay awesome)

Felix closed his little book and put it in his back pocket then leaned back on the stairs and scanned the surrounding area. As he did this, he thought back to that evening and when he was put into Slytherin by the sorting hat.

"Felix Q. Nott!" Felix's name was called by the teacher holding the sorting hat. It made him freeze in his tracks, the sound of his last name echoing over the grand hall. He was sure that at least the teachers and staff would remember that such a last name belonged to Mr. Nott, Felix's grandfather, who was one of Voldemort's most faithful Death Eaters.

Felix made himself walk up and sit in the chair. Once he sat down and the hat was placed upon his head, his face went blank and serious with a certain gleam in his eyes that only seems to be there with...certain students. "Ahh, a Nott, I see..." Said something right above Felix's head that made he look up and see that it was the hat talking.

Of course, a talking hat. Felix thought as he rolled his eyes slightly, his face getting the expression of boredom. "Ahh, you have a certain character, don't you? Nott. Such a belongs to only one house...SLYTHERIN!"

Felix remembered it all. Roscoe then climbed off his shoulder and onto Felix's knee. He nodded his nose up with two little squeaks and Felix sat up and let out a small "Oh!" of realization. He took his small book out of his pocket and flipped to a clean page and decided to write the letter he promised to his father back home.

To: Theodore Nott
From: Felix Quince Nott

Dear Father, I have such good news! I have been placed into the Slytherin house, just like you wished. Roscoe is sitting here next to me, and I play to always have it that way, never letting him out of my sight. I may even hide him in my pocket during class. Anyways, you were right. The Potter's boy, Albus I think his name is, started school this year too, along with that Wesley girl. They had a nasty run-in with a ghost and it hurt the older Potter boy, giving him a nasty bloody cool wound that has some sort of dark magic around it, oddly enough. I think it may have been a Poltergeist. That's the only type of paranormal that could have done that and still have enough energy to posses a suit of armor and sing at the younger Potter boy with a sword. Anyhow, Mandela and Roscoe still don't get along, but Mandela well have time to cool off on the flight to give this to you. Write back as soon as you can, father.
Sincerely, your son, Felix Q. Nott

Felix tore the page out of the little book and put the book back in his pocket. "Let's go, Roscoe." He said as he stood up and walked to the Slytherin common room and into the dorm room. He whistled a small whistle, trying not to wake the others, and Mandela came flying, like a dementor in the night, to the open window. "Take this to father." He whispered to Mandela as he placed the paper in Mandela's hand, who was then off and out the window again, flying way into the distance. As Felix watched the large bird fly out of sight, he gave a nod and turned around to go back into the common room. He had changed robes from his normal school robe to his grandfathers old school robe that had the word "Nott" stitched with a glittering dark green stitch onto the inside part of the left forearm. He put his hood on and headed out into the corridor with a large white and grey rat following close behind him. He was heading towards the library, but saw Potter and Wesley, then Felix decided to spy on them by hiding in the dark shadows of the crowed library.

Albus somehow made his way to the Library. He was utterly and completely lost, which really didn't make sense, as he currently had the Marauders Map, though he had forgotten about it. James had it originally, but he dropped it. Albus was looking through random books quickly when Rose said "The headmaster is right, it's getting late. We're first years, Al, no one expects us to be able to figure this all out on our own". "I'm not so sure......I heard the whispering on the train. My dad....your parents....they figured out the Philosophers Stone year 1. Year 2, our parents figured out the Chamber of Secrets. Year 3, year 4, year 5, year 6. Every year. Expectations are set high when things like that happen with our parents...."

That's when he accidentally tripped on the ladder, and accidentally grabbed a book that was sticking out to catch himself, helping to slow down the fall, but accidentally fell on Rose. The book was called "Ghosts, Spirits, and Spectres" by Rupald Frezeritz (Who had died shortly after writing the book by somehow "tripping down the stairs" and having a broken neck. The book had opened to the first page, which explains all three. A ghost is what they already knew, but the other two were new to Albus. "Spirits" were essentially invisible ghosts who could slightly affect the physical plane, but always had some sort of purpose to help, or to at least be there and subtly provide moral support, even if the person did not know it. The Spectre is a powerful ghost, forced to haunt the place he died. The Spectre can only be created if both the Wizard is powerful, he has some sort of strong, deep emotion, such as love, hatred, or rage, and the place he or she is in is filled with magic. The Spectre can affect the Physical plane on a strong level, but must lay dormant unless one of his goals are achievable. A Spectre may actually return to a human form if he is able to spill the blood of the people who killed him. Spectres can also only be created when they are killed slowly (Something Voldemort technically was, as each Horicrux destroyed killed a piece of him, so he had a REALLY long death). Therefore, Spectres are incredibly rare and incredibly dangerous".

Albus looked at Rose, and then noted "Oh, Sorry Rose!" he noted, slightly embarrassed. He looked at the book. "Guess we should be glad the book broke my fall.....or that could have hurt worse....". He then glanced at the books name, and noted " that's strange.....or lucky...". He couldn't help but smile a little, which was a good change for Albus. He looked better when smiling. Even if it was only for a second. He managed to say with the smile "Maybe I inherited some of my dad's luck after all......"

(For those who might have missed it, something strange be happenin.....but, all shall be revealed in time. Meanwhile.......Dioda be up to her own thing >:O But anyways, good long post, now time to clean room!)

Victoria was on the other side of the library, checking books that might be an interest of her. But as she did so, she listened in on what the golden duo were talking about. And it was quiet easy...seeing how they were in a quiet library in the morning and all. But being this, she heard footsteps of another, creeping into the room, oblivious to the golden duo.
Stepping out of the row of books, she looked around and stared at all the potential hiding places. Which benifited her.
Soon enough, her eyes stopped at a shadowed area of the room, and once she stared hard enough, Victoria noticed the out line of a body. "Well, another peeker I see." She thought , her eyes scanning the back of this person. The colors of his robe, familar hair.. An image of the boy from before came to her in reminder. 'The Slytherin boy who I yet have to introduce too. Interesting.' Sneaking up on him, she stood behind him and in a whispered voice, she spoke. "Curious are you..?" A kind smile pulled at her lips, but she blinked as she heard a nearby crash from the potter boy. But he seemed alright, as he was talking happily. "Oh they must have found something..." Victoria muttered with interest, eyeing him from an empty book gap from behind a nearby book shelf. "..well its almost time for class.." Looking at him, she smiled a bit more, her griffindor side peeking out, before stepping out of the library and to the common rooms.

"I'm not so sure......I heard the whispering on the train. My dad....your parents....they figured out the Philosophers Stone year 1. Year 2, our parents figured out the Chamber of Secrets. Year 3, year 4, year 5, year 6. Every year. Expectations are set high when things like that happen with our parents...."

To be honest, she had no idea what Al had just said. She hadn't an inkling on what either a Philosopher's stone nor a Chamber of Secrets was. To be honest, the first one sounded like a drunk wizard and the second one sounded like a toilet. She decided not to mention this, though. She was slightly embarrassed, not knowing. Rose was supposed to be bright, like her mother. Albus obviously thought it was a big deal, though.

Now that she thought about it, her parents had never really spoken to her about their past, but Rose had never really asked them to. The little they had said wasn't very detailed, for example, when asking about how her parents had met, they had replied with, "Hogwarts." No other detail whatsoever.

Albus stumbling on top of her broke her out of her trance, carrying a heavy book with him as he did so.
"Oh, Sorry Rose!" Albus exclaimed, as he clambered to his feet. Rose giggled, blushing slightly, just glad that there were no other spectators.

"Guess we should be glad the book broke my fall.....or that could have hurt worse...." Rose giggled again, but managed to control herself. Al's face changed as he looked at the cover, of the book, and Rose glanced over his shoulder to see what he was looking at.
" that's strange.....or lucky..."

The book was called Ghosts, Spirirts and Sceptres. Rose's eyes widened, mildly curious to know what was inside it. It was strange, the book they most needed..
"Or spooky!" Rose pointed out. "It was sticking out, right? What if that means that someone had just returned the book or something? Or someone did it purposely, knowing how clumsy you were?" The last one was just her teasing her cousin, but at the same time, someone could have easily put some sort of charm on Al or the ladder to make him trip. She was a first year, and she honestly couldn't think of one off the top of her head, but that didn't mean there wasn't one.

Al seemed convinced it was just luck, though commenting that he had "Maybe I inherited some of my dad's luck after all......" but Rose wasn't so sure. Then again, Rose was known or overthinking things. Her father had said she had gotten it from her mother.

She thought she heard some footsteps and glanced up, but after a quick scan of the room and finding nothing, she decided it must of been her imagination.
"Can we check out the book? I don't want to be late for class, I need to pee and I still need to let Knockshire out of her cage." She blushed slightly as she said this.

Felix watched as Albus fell on Rose. He smiled happily and let out a small laugh before turning to the voice behind him. There he saw the Slytherin girl he had seen earlier when they had saw that weird encounter with some type of paranormal. Felix smirked at her comment about him being curious. He had replied with "Yes, very. And I could say the same about you." With a grin on his face. He glanced back over at the two and saw the big book. Nodding he said "Yeah…" as a reply to what the girl said. He them turned back to the girl with a smile on his face. He didn't notice it earlier, but this girl was very pretty.

When she said it was almost time for class and started walking away, Felix stood there for a moment trying to decide if he should head back to the common room like this girl was doing or if he should stay until Potter and Wesley leave. Good for Felix, he has a pet rat that'll decide for him. Roscoe had started following the girl while Felix watched. So Felix decided to walk with the girl. "Hey, wait up!" He called out quietly, not wanted Potter and Wesley to notice them. "I'll walk with you." He said with a smile as he came up alongside the girl. "I'm Felix, by the way. Felix Nott." He said introducing himself and then looked down as Roscoe climbed up his leg. "And this is Roscoe." He said pointing at Roscoe as he took his usual spot on Felix's left shoulder.

Albus thought he heard something, but disregarded it, then looking at Rose. "All right, our first class is......Potions.......oh I really hope it isn't how my dad described it for his first year....". He then also noted " do we check out a book? I mean, do you do something special here? Or can you just take it or whatever? I am not used to this library......". Actually, the only library Albus knew well was the one in his house. It was actually fairly big, though he had seen the one Hermine had. That one was massive.

Albus had at least gotten over the sadness. He had been crying for awhile now, and he finally got it all out. Now, he was putting it behind him, thinking a bit more logically, and enjoying his time, or at least trying to. He then noted to Rose "Wanna see how fast we can get there?"

(And in other news, no one noticed that the Librarian had noticed EVERYONE in the Library. In fact, no one even noticed the Librarian, standing there Diligently. And Albus totally forgot to put the books back. xD)

Potions.. she racked her brains, trying to think of how her parents had described it.

"I was rubbish at it," Ron said, his mouth full of food. "Hermione wasn't though, surprise, surprise."
"Ron, stop talking with your mouth full!" her mother scolded, though blushing slightly at the compliment.

"We had Severus Snape," her father continued, as if Hermione hadn't spoken. "Who seemed to hate us - especially Harry, ugh - But we got that all wrong, there. Well, that's a story for a different time." And then her father had winked at her, before eating the last of the pie.

" do we check out a book? I mean, do you do something special here? Or can you just take it or whatever? I am not used to this library......"
Rose blushed slightly realizing she wasn't sure. She opened her mouth to suggest looking around for a librarian, when Al asked her; "Wanna see how fast we can get there?"

Rose's face lit up, a grin spreading across her cheeks. "Sure!" she said excitedly, and without waiting for her cousin, sprinted off, not positive where the Gryffindor tower was but going in that general direction.

Albus tried to keep up, and barely managed to do so. However, he then pointed out "Wait, are we going the right way?". They had to get some books from their chests, and Albus needed to feed Saber. That's when they reached The tower. He quickly ran to get his books, got Saber some food, who then jumped onto Albus' shoulder as he left with his books, Saber, and a few other books. He went out, and asked, out loud, hoping Rose was nearby, "Where is the Potions room exactly? Where is the dungeon, for that matter?". Albus was, truly, horrid when it came to directions.

Rose quickly let Knockshire out, placing some food down before getting into a fresh pair of robes and brushing her hair. She glanced at her schedule, noting that it was potions first. She walked down into the common room, where Albus was.

"Where is the Potions room exactly? Where is the dungeon, for that matter?" Al asked. Rose smiled slightly, it was just like Albus.

"Well, seeing as it's a dungeon, I would presume the bottom floor.." she contemplated. "Err, I don't know. Do you still have that map you found on the floor when James was, err, hurt?" Though she was unaware it was a Marauders map, she had seen that it did have something to do with the school grounds.

Albus was slightly embarrassed when she answered. "Well.....uh.....I meant the way into the dungeons.....". His face had gone somewhat red from that. He looked back towards the door, then at Rose. "Oh! Right! He took out the map, and both of their names were in the Griffindor Common Room. "Cool. Better keep this a secret, or risk the wrath of James when he wakes up...." Now THAT was a scary thought. He would rather not repeat the Incident Last Christmas, with the "Clothes Eating Present", or the time he turned him blue for a month.....and then red for another month after that....Hugo never let him forget that one whenever possible.

Albus looked at the map, and found the potions room. "All right, lets go!". This time, he had a running start.

(Shouldnt there at least a mention of a Toad there Tornado? Remember, it hatches from a chickens egg, under a toad, and it takes powerful magic, last time i checked)

Albus took one glance at the map, before yelling, "All right, lets go!" and running off. Rose laughed, no idea where she was heading as she followed her cousin along the corridor, running just to keep up with him. "Where..are we.. going?" Rose half yelled, half panted as she ran after her cousin.

She had just caught up to him when her bag fell, and as she hadn't been bothered to zip it up the majority of her books tumbled out with it. Rose slowed down, sighing, before waving her wand and yelling, "Packis, Upis!" This, though, was apparently not a spell, as nothing happened. Rose grumbled under her breath as she knelt down and packed her books up, before zipping her bag up and racing after Al.

"Hey..Al..wait up!" she yelled as she ran, her red hair bobbing up and down and her bag trailing along behind her.