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Rose Cedrella Granger-Weasley

"I'd like to stay out of my parents' shadow and make my own."

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a character in “The Cursed Children”, as played by HalcyonCamp

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Rose Cedrella Granger-Weasley
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Rosie | Family / Close Friends, Rose loves to be called this
Grasley | Quiddich, Rose enjoys the amalgamation of both her last names
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31st of December, 2005 | Capricorn | Hardworking, Creative, Charming
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15 | Fifteen
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British | Caucasian
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Cisgender Female | Pansexual | Panromantic
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Human | Witch
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Fifth Year Student | Ravenclaw Prefect | Bookstore Clerk in the Summers
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Ravenclaw
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Ebony wood, phoenix feather core, 13 ΒΎ" and slightly springy flexibility
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3 year old Nimbus
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Her father's old Wizards Chess set and her mother's charmed handbag.
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A starting Chaser of the Ravenclaw team and fourth year on the team | Massive Fan of the Hollyhead Harpies
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Member of Muggle Books Book Club | Ravenclaw Study Group | President of Wizards Chess Club [Until named Prefect] | Dueling Club
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Australian Shepherd - Lumos | Great Grey Owl - Errol II
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Stoat | Failure

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5'3"
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115 lbs | 52 kg
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Small Frame | Lean from Quidditch
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Standard Ginger Pale
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Freckles litter her entire body, but are especially concentrated on her shoulders.
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Her mother's brown eyes
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Her father's Red hair
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Rose has a love hate relationship with her looks. On one hand, she seemed to inherit the best of both of her parents. On the other, her hair is a bright orange, nearly untamable bush. She spends every morning trying to control the frizzball that likes to call her head home. Despite the tips her mother shared with her, the process takes nearly an hour. With Rosie's busy schedule, that leaves little time for anything else. While she isn't afraid of a dramatic look with cosmetics, she usually goes all out on Hogsmead weekends; otherwise she'll probably sweat it off at practice before classes. Her short, slim stature allows her to be quick on a broom, but tends to leave her wishing she had more curves to show off.

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Scoring Well in Class | Quidditch | Long Hair | Jokes | Muggle Movies | Reading | Transfigurations | Rain
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Boats | Failing | Being Benched in Quidditch | Cheating | Water | Swimming | Wet Socks | Crying
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Spiders | Being Trapped | Failure | Rejection
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It would be devastating if anyone learned that Rose keeps a diary full of sensitive secrets.
She also has a penpal from America.
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Is Left-handed | Has a weakness for rescuing stray animals | Carries a Lucky Necklace with her everywhere | Sleepwalks Occasionally
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Driven | Ambitious | Transfigurations | Raised with Muggle Technology
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Tunnel Vision | Bites off more than she can chew | Often forgets social plans
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Rose's personality most closely resembles her mothers, much to her parents' relief. Her brain is made to easily process and recall information, and she doesn't mind the piles of homework that are assigned every week. In fact, despite the physical resemblance, Rose doesn't remind one of her father at all. That is until Quidditch or Wizard is mentioned, as Rose definitely inherited her competitive streak from Ron. In games, Rose's Weasley blood makes itself apparent, as she stops at nothing to take down her opponent.

With her destiny as a Chaser for the Harpies in mind, Rose tends to focus too much on the future and not enough in the moment. Possibly her biggest flaw is that she tends to forget to enjoy the day.
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Father; Ronald Bilius Weasley | Mother; Hermione Jean Granger | Brother; Hugo Granger-Weasley
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Rose Cedrella Granger-Weasley was born the eldest child and only daughter of Ronald Bilius Weasley and Hermione Jean Granger-Weasley on the 31st of December, 2005. Her middle name was taken from her paternal Grandmother whom she never had the pleasure to meet. She is also the older sister of Hugo Granger-Weasley. She is a half-blooded witch who started her first year at Hogwarts on September 1st, 2017 and was sorted into Ravenclaw.

Though she was born into a loving home, growing up in the limelight is never easy. Hell, her parents were pivotal in bringing about the end of Voldemort's reign of terror. 'The Boy Who Lived' is a regular dinner guest at their home. Her mother is regularly referred to as 'The Brightest Witch of Her Age'. It was always expected that Rose was destined for greatness, though it seemed like society pressured her more than her parents did. Ron and Hermione tried their very best to give their children a normal life, but they couldn't stop the Rita Skeeters of the world from hounding them. Near constant exposure and an impossible to live up to legacy led to one of her deepest fears, Failure. Rose knew that if she ever allowed herself to fail, she'd fail hard and everyone would know about it.

Her father was the one to stay at home with the siblings growing up as his managerial job at Weasley's Wizard Wheezes was much more flexible than Hermione's political career. Despite long hours making the wizarding world a better place, Hermione was still home for dinner every night and tucked them into bed. As the children got older, they were allowed to spend time around the store with Ron as he was working which led to a lot of interaction with the Weasley side of the family.

Upon starting Hogwarts, her father was a little disappointed she didn't follow their footsteps into Gryffindor. He soon came around as he watched her powers grow and saw how well she fit in with the other Ravenclaws. Plus, every break she'd come home with a new gambit to try out in their Wizards Chess matches. In her third year, her mother became the Minister of Magic, an amazing culmination of Hermione's hard work. While immensely proud, Rose was also a little worried about the attention it brought on her again. Things had just calmed down about the Wizarding War and now Rose had even more important dinners at which to look pretty.

In the last year, Rose has grown more accustomed to the life of Minister's daughter. Though, with her eyes set on Professional Qudditch, she doesn't have the same aspirations her parents had. In any case, she's worried she will always be known for her parents' accomplishments rather than her own.


So begins...

Rose Cedrella Granger-Weasley's Story

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Image"It's Davies with the Quaffle! He's barreling down the pitch, surely he can make- OH! And he's nearly knocked from his broom by a Bludger, a solid hit from the Harpies' Griffiths." The announcer's voice would be deafening were Rose' heart not already flooding her ears. The regular pounding slowed, along with the rest of time, as she sank low on her broom, aiming hardily for the Quaffle the Puddlemere United Chaser dropped.

Swooping in from below, Rose' hand grasped at the quickly descending ball with her arm fully extended. The second her fingertips brushed the rough, leather surface, time picked up to its normal pace and her ears flushed allowing the uproar from the crowd to take her heartbeat's place. The announcer's crooning voice cut in, "Newcomer Grasley has got the Quaffle! But, can she make it to the other end of the pitch? This could be the point they need to win, should they get the Snitch!" Rose looked down to the Quaffle that was suddenly tucked safely in the crook of her arm. A Bludger sped past her, sailing over her head by miles, a fact that didn't go unnoticed, "What a disgrace! Hunt’s aim’s so pathetic I’d be more worried if he was aiming for the person next to me."

Paying no attention to Hunt's tantrum on a broom, Rose lined up her shot as PU's keeper snarled at her. The blue clad Keeper's face was pulled back and distorted as if Rose just couldn't focus on the other girl's face. Nonetheless, Rose cranked back her arm and made ready to throw the red beast into the right hoop. In response to Rose's arm flinging forward, the Keeper's broom took off to guard the ring. Unfortunately, it had been a fake out.

The Keeper was quick, but not quick enough, to notice that Rose's arm flung forward without the ball. Instead of tossing it, the redhead released it, allowing it to fall a foot and a half before spinning her broom, swatting the Quaffle towards the left ring. The distorted girl nearly fell from her broom with how harshly she leaned forward, urging her broom to just go faster. The Quaffle rapidly approached the ring, and the Keeper rapidly approached the Quaffle. The roaring of the crowd was once again drown out by Rose's heartbeat. It grew louder with every inch the red ball got closer to scoring. Rose couldn't tell if it would sail past the Keeper's reaching fingers, but right as she was about to find out, everything went dark. Dark and silent.

Rose has only ever been an early riser on 1st of Septembers. Waking up at 4 AM to check and recheck her trunk has become a yearly routine that has never annoyed her quite so much as it did today. With a dull, cracking groan, Rose rolled from her bed and onto the floor with a loud THUD. Errol II screeched as he ruffled his feathers, not appreciating the rude awakening. Lumos the Dog, who'd been sleeping at the foot of Rose's bed, didn't bat an eye; apparently used to such behavior. Hey, waking up isn't easy for anyone.

In years past, she would have called Albus to prattle on what their classes would be like and who they thought would be joining their Quidditch teams that year. Lately, he hasn't been picking up when she calls, so she just decided to forgo the whole thing. A deep frown started to work its way onto her face, but she quickly cut it off. After a few uneventful hours of checking her trunk [packed, as usual], answering emails [from her American Pen Pal and other muggle friends], walking the dog [slowly], checking her trunk [again], and actually doing her makeup [poorly], she decided it was late enough to wake up her brother, Hugo.

Walking into his room, she spied his feet hanging off the side of his bed. He'd been going through growth spurts recently and hadn't yet gotten a blanket to accommodate. She ticked the bottom of his feet, barely avoiding the instinctual kick that shortly followed. He grumbled something that was clearly a half-awake attempt to yell at her, but she couldn't pick out any words in particular. "Get up, Sleepyhead. I'm bored." His reply sounded like something along the lines of, 'Bugger off'. Well, at least she'd have something to do.

The Granger-Weasley kids had been milling about Platform 9 3/4 for a few hours before most of the other families arrived. Hermione always wanted to come see off her favorite children, but her Minister duties started early. Thus, Hugo and Rose arrived a number of hours before the train was set to depart. They begged their father to leave after the second hour of him tearing up between Wizards Chess matches on the board he'd given Rose.

Rose settled into a compartment and pulled out her [slightly outdated] cellphone. She was given the choice between a new phone or a new broom, though it's obvious what she would pick. Her new broom was supposed to arrive in a few weeks. She wasn't sure if the prefects were supposed to ride together to the school, so she sent a text to both James and Dom. To James, she asked if they were going to ride together. To Dom, she asked if the girl would please fix the travesty that was on Rose's face before too many people saw her.

In the meantime, Rose happily waved at any familiar face she saw through the window. When she saw the Longbottom Triplets, she tried to catch Frank's eye, hoping he knew about Prefect business, or at least to see when he'd want to start practicing. Unfortunately, Rose wasn't sure he saw her. Paying it no mind, she shrugged and fished a muggle book she'd brought from work to show the club from her endless bag. Knocking her hand into the smooth handle of her broom, she could already tell this would be a good year.

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Rhea woke slowly, as she attempted to shake off the sleep of the night before. She rolled out of bed, and stretched before standing. Her clock glowed in the darkness 3:03 A.M. Rhea sighed realizing there was no more sleep in her future. She strode to the window and opened it.

In the distance, the sun peeked over the horizon, giving off an angelic glow to the drifting clouds above. The sky shone radiant bright oranges, yellows, and pinks. Inhaling the fresh air, the aroma of flowers and plants lingered in her nose. Suddenly, a flock of birds chirped their pleasant song, as if singing praise to the sun for its beauty. Rhea caught herself smiling, despite her exhaustion. She turned and straightened and readied herself to face the day.

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Rhea started today the same way she stated every day. Her workout which consists of a two mile run, and yoga to cool down, only took her about thirty minutes. She showered and dressed in a a pair of black skinny jeans, a white tank, and white knee high boots. She threw a grey cardigan over her tank, though she knew it wouldn't be too cold. Her hair had a mind of its own, due to a charm she had put on it once upon a time. Today it was fading from Azure, to cerulean, and finally to a deep cobalt blue. She pulled it up in a high pony before she packed her bags.

The house was deathly silent. It didn't surprise her that her parents weren't awake, she was way beyond the years of being dropped off at school. Honestly she was thankful for the reprieve from her mothers incessant yammering. She grabbed an apple and took a bite as she started out the door and out to her car. Her baby started with a purr that made her grin.

The walk across Kings Cross was uneventful, as she danced between people to the tune of Wreak Havoc by Skylar Grey. She saw a few familiar faces but honestly...if it wasn't Albus or one of the few others she cared about, she didn't give a damn. She spotted Rose in one of the compartments and couldnt help the grin that broke out on her face. She burst into the compartment and belted out lyrics to the song she was listening to:


Image"They call me a menace
They say that I’m cursed
But somethin' about me is makin' 'em jealous
So listen and learn
I herd 'em like cattle
'Cause I’m surrounded by cowards
And I don’t give a fuck when I walk into battle
And thats why I got all the power
I’m where you wanna be
Ain’t no one ahead of me
All of my enemies made a decision
It's better to follow me
I make no apologies
All of my sins I would repeat and I repeat
'Cause I'mma be me 'til the death of me, oh yeah"


Before she plopped down next to the girl and took her headphones out with a grin.

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Lucy had accidentally fallen asleep because she forgot to set her alarm for that morning - how strange (note the sarcasm). So her day had not started on the best of terms. Of course, her sister Molly had woken up early and was ready by the time their parents called out for them and told them it was time for them to leave to King's Cross station.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck," she muttered while grabbing all of her stuff and trying to make sense of what she was going to take to Hogwarts. Lucy was a horrible packer and she usually brought the most useless stuff with her to school, later on realizing her mistake and regretting it for the rest of the school year.

This time she had limited herself to bring only a couple of Muggle comic books with her, her phone, t-shirts, jeans and her never-ending sneaker collection. Oh, and also all of her school supplies and her Hufflepuff uniform. And her broom. And her Quidditch uniform

She pulled her trunk behind her, grabbed her broomstick from the corner of her room and convinced her cat Mika to lay down on top of her trunk while she wheeled it to the front of her house. As she approached the front door, she could see her parents' faces and how they looked at her in disappointment. Smiling sheepishly, she placed her trunk on the back of their car along with her broomstick and called Mika to join her in the car seat she was sitting at.

The ride to King's Cross was excruciatingly awkward and filled with tension. Lucy had once again managed to slightly piss off her parents, but it's not like she cared too much. Once they parked inside the station and made their way to Platform 9 ΒΎ, Lucy quickly kissed her mother and father goodbye, and without a second look, turned around to look for her friends.

But before she could get too far, she felt her phone vibrate on her pocket. Taking it out, she realized it was a text message from none other than Frank Longbottom. "Speak of the devil and he shall appear." Just as she was writing back a text, she spotted him in the distance, and with a smile, she ran quickly with her trunk in front of her and jumped into the Longbottom's back like a koala. She was tiny, and she loved it.

"Hello moron. Missed me?"x




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Dominique had gotten up extra early that morning to do her hair and makeup for the first day back at school. Because obviously she had to look flawless to make a good first impression - everyone had to think Dom had a fabulous vacation and looked better than ever. That's just how she liked it.

She had her hair up in a purposely messy bun, light pink eyeshadow, lipgloss, and of course her signature outfit: a silky white shirt, blue skinny jeans, a pair of brown women's loafers and a grey coat. As classy and perfect as always, not a spot out of place.

Dom had packed her trunk the night before and had left it at the entrance of their house. So, after breakfast, the only thing she had to do was wait for everyone eagerly at the door. "Dominique, you always hurry so much. Ze train won't be at ze station for another hour and a half," her mother Fleur protested, coming across her daughter standing impatiently next to her stuff. Dom just smiled at her mother and took her by the shoulders - they were about the same height.

"Oh I know maman, but I'm just too excited! You know how much fun going to Hogwarts has always been for me,"
she answered. Dom's life practically revolved around her social life at Hogwarts, so being home was mostly pretty boring for her. She was an extrovert, she craved attention and always loved being around big crowds of people.

An hour and ten minutes later, the Weasley-Delacour family were standing in Platform 9 ΒΎ, parents ready to say goodbye to their children once again as they left for school. Dom hugged her mother and father tightly and yelled a quick 'au revoir' as she practically skipped her way across the station to look for her friends.

Not long after leaving her trunk on the right carriage, she took her cat Beau and made her way inside the train. Once inside, she got a text message from Rose about wanting help with her makeup for today. As if her day couldn't get any better, now Rosie had volunteered to let Dom give her a quick makeover! Oh, how the heavens loved her.

She hurried to look inside different compartments for Rose, until finally spotting her sitting inside one with a blue-haired Rhea. "Well, hello love! I'm here to save the day!" she called out, taking a seat next to Rose and just giving Rhea a smile of acknowledgement.

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Jae-Sun was not one to dawdle. As with most days in his muggle life, he awoke early and cleaned his room. Then, he ate breakfast and greeted his mother. And then he got ready to leave for school. It was all very boring and methodical. Then again, this was the boring and methodical part of his life. His father didn't approve of magic, so despite being of age; he hardly ever used it at home. Soon though, Jae would be able to use whatever magic whenever he wanted. His fingers tingled and his foot tapped in anticipation.

This final year would be spent in the library, Jae decided. Not that that was different from any other year, really. He just had so many books left to read and not much time to read them. The library had the only copy of many books, something that annoyed Jae to no end during the summers as he didn't want to steal them. Fortunately, his exhaustive way of taking notes led him to not needing many of the books a second time. It's probably the one good thing his father had ever given him.

Speaking of his father, the man hadn't come home last night. He hardly ever did on the night before Jae left for school. Mason thought Jae's 'whole magic thing' was ungodly and often mentioned that if he wasn't "...a God-fearin' man, I'd have left you to the wolves." So, you know, he's not really a fan. Jae's mother on the other hand, loved to hear about her son's abilities. He knows she wishes she could tell the other mothers in her bridge club that he's a Wizard to show off, but she doesn't. She'd never break a rule like that. Not like her son.

When it came time to leave for Hogwarts, Jae and his mother packed into the tiny car she used to putter around town. Murdoch the crow was highly agitated at his placement in the backseat between Jae's trunk and the door. Unfortunately, that was the safest place for him to be when Jae-eun is driving.

It didn't take long for the two to arrive at King's Cross. His mother always insisted on taking him to the train, something Jae had just grown to accept. She never stopped ooohing and awwwing over the magical barrier between 9 3/4 and the rest of the Station. And even though Jae always gets directly on the train rather than hang around on the platform, his mother always insisted on waiting to leave until the train did. Jae realized in his second year that this was so she could gawk around at the other wizard families. He loved her, but he would be the first to call her nosy.

As he settled in a compartment with a few other students he recognized to be bookish "read the whole ride" types, he finally felt able to be himself. "Goodbye, mother." he said despite knowing she couldn't hear him.

When the train left the station, he stood from his seat and stretched. With a small smile, Jae left his nearly silent compartment where the only noise was the occasional flipping of pages to brave the loud corridors chock full of sound. He passed a few recognizable faces on his way to find someone to bother, but didn't stop for any of them longer than to give a greeting and ask about their summer.

Jae considered stopping to say hello to Rose, maybe he'd be able to say more and confess his feeling this time. But, he noticed her cousin and another girl in the compartment and decided against it. A small bout of jealousy took residence in the pit of his stomach, nearly ruining his good mood. However, he chose to find the girl who kept him from acting out selfish desires, Nova.

#, as written by sappho
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"Freddie Darling! Thirty minuets until we leave!" His mother's voice rang loud and clear from downstairs as he was in a particular vat of concentration. He drug his wand down his right forearm swirls and tendrils of black ink spiraling out onto his skin all the way to his wrist. It had taken him about a year of practice during his third year to perfect the Ink spell, and since then had been experimenting with what muggles called, tattooing ever since. For today however he managed to fashion a flourish of roses down his arm ending in the snarling form of a wolf on his hand. He admired his handiwork, and slipped his wand into the pocket of his sweatshirt. He had taken the time to meticulously pick out his outift, that morning. His appearance had always been a top priority of his morning routine, that was nearly more intense than his sister's.

He trudged barefoot down the stairs into the kitchen where a plate of pancakes was shoved at him. He took the plate from his mom and sat down at the table and began munching on pancakes while he watched his mother finish cleaning the kitchen and putting things back in order. "Where's Rox? And Dad?" He asked his mother, feeling the fluffy head of his cat Binx brush against his foot from under the table. "She's still packing I assume, you know your sister. Everything's got to be in order. Your father had to leave early this morning to open the shop. He told me to tell you he loves you... and to not do anything he wouldn't do." His mother mumbled, promptly rolling her eyes opposed to Fred's chuckle before taking a seat at the table across from him. From the look on her face he knew he was about to get some sort of serious talk."Whatever Rox told you, if her hair's dyed a different color it's her own fault". His mother laughed and shook her head, "No Fred, we need to talk about your last year. As you know, your father and I are very proud of you getting Head Boy, but I'm asking you not to well, uhm, ruin it. I've worked very hard to help you build your grades up and behavior and I know you're a good kid. Just tone down the pranks, and behave. Ok?". It took all of Fred's will to not roll his eyes, or burst out laughing. However, he knew how much this meant to his mom and gave her a nod. "Of course Mum, won't let you down". She shrugged back with a sigh and smiled, "I love you very much, you know that?", Fred nodded and she opened her mouth to say something else but was interrupted by Roxanne's voice from upstairs, "Mom! Have you seen my toothbrush?!".

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Fred couldn't help but grin as he took a step on to Platform 9 ΒΎ, surrounded by the bustling crowd of witches and wizards. It was his last year at Hogwarts, and he was sure as hell going to make it count. He walked through the countless familiar and unfamiliar faces looking for those he valued most. He saw Rose and her trade-marked flaming Weasley hair disappear onto the train followed by Rhea and his favorite fifth year, Dom.

He still hadn't seen his best mate, James yet. Normally the Potter's were always here quite early. He pulled out his phone and shot the boy a text. The boys had never been anything but best friends and ruled Hogwarts together since their first year. The only problem was Rose continually followed around James like a lost puppy which meant he always had to be in her presence, the good side of that being he could annoy her whenever he wanted.

TO: James

Where are you? Can't bloody start the year without you.


He looked up from his phone and noticed Lysander wandering around without his other half, Lorcan. He knew that the twin was good friends with James to and Fred had grown a liking to the kind Scamander boy. He followed after him, "Oi, Scamander! Have you seen the Potters yet?" He called out to the boy.

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