A/N: Yes I do realise I currently have like a zillion fics going on at the moment (okay its 2 but whatever) but this just popped into my head. And I mean, its always a good time for a Scorose multi-chap!
Anyway, there's more of an author related authors note at the end, so if you're a reader of mine, check that out. Anyway. On with the story!
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter even a little tiny bit.
"Sorry Avy, I have to go, my idiot cousin is here to take me out. Talk tomorrow? I'll be on at one, yeah?" I say into my charmed mirror. Thank Merlin for my charmed mirror. Seeing as my house has about a twenty magical folk around daily, no telephones or computers connect due to interference. That basically means unless I wanted to wait for ages for owls, (which I still do, but its too slow for when I just want to chat) I had to find some other way of magical communication. Enter charmed mirrors.
"Sure Rose. Oh and don't forget to do your Transfiguration essay tonight, I want to discuss some of the points about Gamps Laws. Bye!" and with that, my best friend Avy Tomlinson's face disappears from the huge mirror on my vanity.
Avy has a pretty face. She's got amazing black hair, with corkscrew curls that she hates. The rest of her face is pretty plain, and she would probably be unnoticeable if it weren't for her eyes. Her eyes were the most amazing things I've ever seen. I'm quite jealous of her eyes. The other girls in our year would be too, but they don't really see them seeing as Avy wears a pair of thick glasses. But god, her eyes. They're huge, and change colours with the lighting. When its dark they seem grey, but then they turn greenish-hazel in the sunlight. Avy's other feature is the fact that she is astoundingly short.
We've been best friends since my first Charms class. I hadn't made many close friends in Gryffindor, because I was hesitant to open up to people. My mum had warned me that some people might take advantage of me for my name. Anyway, in Charms it was a Gryffindor and Ravenclaw class, and Avy had asked demurely is she could sit next to me. Being a muggleborn, I was sure she hadn't heard of my family, so I let myself be comfortable around her, and the rest was history.
But getting back to the present time.
Sighing, I swing my legs off the chair I was on, grab my overnight bag and walk downstairs to greet my cousin. When I enter the room, I see the sight of my Lily Potter, blonde highlights and all, talking raptly to my mother about the use of bananas in everyday diets. Bananas. Merlin my family's weird.
"I keep telling Rosie she should eat more fruit. She went off them when Hugo was nine and he accidentally made every fruit in the house go rotten." My mother babbled, peeling carrots as she went. "Oh yes Aunt Hermione, I remember that! Daddy said it was Hugo's first sign of magi- Oh Rose you're here! What took so long?"
"I was talking to Avy. Mum I'm packed so can Lily and I just go? We want to get a head start on translating Runes, you know how Professor McRooch can get." I say, before being grabbed by Lily and being pulled out the door. On the way out I vaguely hear mum calling up "Sure thing sweetie! Want a carrot?" and only get to reply, "No thanks, love you!" before Lily slams the door shut behind us.
Lily Potter, the only daughter of Harry Potter and Ginny Weasley, can be a right pain sometimes. Apparently she didn't invite me over to do homework, like she told me she had. Apparently it was so I could sneak her into a new club London, the Swish and Flicker. Rude.
"Lily, no way. I hate clubs, I hate drinking, you're too young, my mum thinks I'm studying, we'd be breaking the law, I didn't bring nice clothes, we'd have to sneak out, I actually want to do my work and its just plain stupid!" I say, sounding snooty in my irritation. There is no way I'm going to a club. I lift my nose up, cross my arms and turn my head to face away from her puppy dog eyes. Trying to focus on anything other than her pitiful look, her floral bed spread suddenly seems very interesting.
"Rosie-" "Don't call me that!" "-relax! Look, I invited the rest of the girls too! Roxy, Dom, Molly, Lucy and Beth are coming over in like two minutes! Do you want to be the annoying one who ruins everything?" Lily says pulling my arm to make me face her. Her eyes are blazing and her face is scrunched up. Lily and I never really got on, so I was really surprised when she invited me over to 'study'. I assumed she wanted me to tutor her, seeing as I'm a straight O student.
She's always been too loud, forceful and –if I'm being honest- she can be a bit of a spoilt brat sometimes. Narrowing her eyes, my cousin hisses "Look Rose. Just because we are cousins doesn't mean I have to like you. I am sick of your constant nagging, and the one time I try to re-kindle our relationship, you won't stop moaning. I'm trying to get you to have fun." What a little- no, don't swear Rose. Where does she get off! Just because she likes to go to parties and hang out with boys and stuff doesn't mean she's perfect!
"Sorry if my version of fun isn't bouncing around in a room full of sweaty people with too-loud music and drinks that make me sick! Sorry if I'm not you're perfect idea of what a cousin should be but too bad! I happen to like being smart, responsible and dependable! If you don't like it then you can just-" the rest of my retort was cut short when my four other cousins and Lily's best friend Beth burst through the door. I stared awkwardly at my feet, then got up, grabbed my stuff and stormed out of Lily's room.
Before I walked straight out of the house, I stopped, turned around, walked in to the kitchen and said "Hi Aunt Ginny! I'm sorry, I just realised I was meant to stay at Avy Tomlinson's house tonight, so I had to reschedule with Lily. Could I borrow your floo?" in a rushed garble, forcing a sweet smile on my face. No matter how angry I was, I couldn't forget my manners.
My aunt was currently on the couch with a glass of wine, reading a book. It didn't look very interesting; I think it was a poetry book. I never really got in to poetry; it was too random and distracted. Aunt Ginny looked a but startled to be disturbed, but she smiled pleasantly and said that of course I could use their floo, and that she hoped to see me again soon.
Yeah, right. I am never stepping foot in this house again. Except to visit James. Or if I needed to borrow one of Al's books for school. Oh, and of course the monthly family lunches that Uncle Harry hosts.
But apart from those times, never, ever again.
"Well Rose, you are a bit… Merlin, how do I say it nicely. Uh, you're a bit dull sometimes." What? I have been betrayed! After just telling my whole Lily Saga to my friend Alice Longbottom, she had the nerve to say I was dull! I am not dull. I just enjoy learning.
Obviously she saw the look of outrage on my face, because she immediately backtracked. "I'm not talking about the grades, I just mean you never do anything spontaneous or rebellious. You are the poster child for following the rules, and you just immediately reject any change in routine. Would it kill you to liven up a little bit?" Well, I knew there was a reason Alice was only my second best friend. Avy always sees from my point of view, she likes routine just as much as I do. Alice is more… Reserved when it comes to following the rules. I have half a mind to just walk away from my mirror and let Alice sit there looking at my blank walls for hours.
"I can be rebellious if I want to, I just don't want to be!" I try to defend myself. Judging from her poised eyebrow and pursed lips, she doesn't really buy into it. I've always been jealous of Alice's control over her eyebrows. Its an astounding feat really, I mean, it must be difficult to be able to move your eyebrows at will. Then again I might just be saying this because I can't do it. Moving on.
"Rose, I challenge you to be even slightly rebellious by the time we have finished Sixth Year. I bet you." Alice says, her voice just dripping with pure sarcasm. She knows I'd never take a bet.
Am I really that predictable? I mean, sure I always wake up and 6:42 exactly, and I hand my homework in a day early, already proofread twice, and I have never been to a party even though I get my fair share of invitations, and I've never been on a date because relationships would affect my schoolwork and… Okay maybe I'm just a tad predictable. But order is key to life!
On the other hand, I might need to loosen up a teensy bit. Carpe Diem and all that. Wait; no rebellious sixteen year old would say that. What's the current word? Yoda? Oh, wait its YOLO! Yes, I mean YOLO and all that.
Well, normally I'd never take up a bet, but seeing as I have just been bet to be rebellious I suppose I could rebel and take the bet. Or, would being rebellious mean I don't care what Alice says? Having a devil-may-care attitude? Um. Wait, what does being rebellious actually entitle?
I did not think this through. But I'm Rose Weasley, and if you can say one thing about Rose Weasley, it's that I always rise to a challenge, and I always do it perfectly.
"Fine, I'll do it. By the end of Sixth Year I will be the most rebellious person in our year at Hogwarts. Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go make a step-by-step list of how to do that." Turning away from my mirror, I flinched. Maybe I shouldn't have told her I was going to make a list, I don't think lists are rebellious. Judging from the laugh that's fading from the mirror, I'd hazard a guess that I was correct.
Rose's List For How To Be Rebellious:
Stop making lists
Colour my hair
Have a cool boyfriend
Get a tattoo
Go to a party
Be on Quidditch Team – this comes with victory parties
Have a piercing
Get a detention
Buy 'cool' clothes
Stay out late
Play instrument – not violin, maybe guitar
Have some alcohol
Wait, aren't the rebellious people the ones who do it effortlessly? Isn't rebelling something that comes naturally? Oh Merlins fluffy white beard I hope not, otherwise I'll never be rebellious.
A/N: Well that was the first chapter! Hope you guys liked it! Remember to let me know your thoughts by reviewing * nudge nudge *
Anyway, my author related thing to say was that from now on, my previous stories are on hiatus. I started writing them a long time ago, and my style has changed. I'll be re-doing some parts of it, and then writing a few chapters before I start posting on them again. I'll be working on this fic, All Grown Up and Damn These Stupid Hormones, so my apologies if the chapters are a bit infrequent.
As always, thanks for reading!