Hi, this is my first fanfic, so I hope you like it.
Disclaimer: Harry Potter and anything to do with it is not mine and never will be :'(
Rose Weasley was squashed, uncomfortable and couldn't feel her legs. She was proud of herself. Her parents, and her Aunt Ginny and Uncle Harry, hadn't thought that any of their children would stay up past their bedtime, hide in the smallest cupboard in the room for over three hours and keep quiet for an even longer amount of time, just to hear what they talked about when they were alone.
"Rosie is so smart; you can tell she's inherited Hermy's brains." Her dad was boasting…again, and the conversation had only just started. It was bad enough when he did it to her face. Why did he think she was smart? She obviously struggled with simple things like grammar, and she had only just finished her first proper novel. She was about to go to Hogwarts and hadn't even opened her textbooks, why couldn't her own dad stop boasting about his daughter's brains, when said daughter had none.
"Ron, don't call me Hermy!" That was her mom, too engulfed in her own work to help Rose with anything. It was a mixture of 'not now's, 'in a minute's and 'go and ask your father, I'm busy's. Rose had given up hope that her intelligent mother would help her with anything, and if she helped her children, she'd help Hugo.
"Can you believe they're going to Hogwarts?" Ron asked, looking at Harry.
"You're forgetting that I sent James off on the Hogwarts Express last year." The girls laughed at Ron's dumbfounded expression.
"Well, yippee for you, but this is Rosie…my Rosie. I can't believe she's grown up so fast."
"Look Ron…you're sending your kid off to Hogwarts for the first time next week, and we get it, it's hard. But stop torturing us with the whole 'My Ickle-Rosie-Posie is all grown up and I'm so proud of her' speech. You've been embarrassing yourself."
"What house do you think Rose and Albus will be in?" Hermione said, quickly stopping an argument between Ron and Ginny, which Rosie was strangely disappointed about.
"They're Gryffindors for sure, just look at their parents." Everyone nodded in agreement with Ron. It was her dad again, passing judgement. Not that she didn't want to be in Gryffindor, but Rose just didn't feel like she was brave. She wasn't a Ravenclaw either, or a Slytherin (she wasn't evil!). She thought that she'd be put into Hufflepuff, but even that didn't seem like the place for her. She just wasn't sure.
"Obviously! What would you do if she was put in Slytherin though?" Harry asked.
"Um…disown her." Ron said jokingly, but Rose got the message in her cramped cupboard. Slytherin was off limits…not to be thought about. Except now she was thinking about it.