Hogwarts RP

The camera would pan over the Black Lake; the famed lake that all First Year students rowed across, accompanied by Filch; and zoom, picking up speed towards a magnificent, and grand colossal castle; sitting amidst a cliff, jutting out into the skies proudly.

The camera would continue to zip and zoom around the castle; even passing by Filch himself on camera limping through a hallway muttering one thing or another. The camera would continue to pass up to Gryffindor Tower; and begin to spiral up, up, up around it's staircase. The camera would pause on the boys dormatory; where the famed Harry Potter and Ronald Weasley; had slept and spent many nights themselves. Instantly, the camera would zip up the same set of stairs (that turned into a slide if any boys tried to go upstairs); continuing upward.

The camera would burst through the double doors of the Girls Dormatory upstairs; plush pink pillows laid everywhere; mixed in with the vibrant gold and reds of the Gryiffindor colour; curtains, couches, carpets, rugs, even quills and ink; all red and gold. The only thing pink were the pillows. Slowly; the camera would zoom up towards the bedrooms; as the morning light would peek through a certain window, near a certain bunk.

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"If McGonagall thinks she's going to ruin my plans...." Rose turned over in her sleep; grasping a pillow, as her scarlet locks fell all around her face while she slept. The newest Weasley at Hogwarts tossed and turned in her sleep; musing in dreamland about her plans to fly a broom completely around Hogwarts in broad daylight.

She wasn't that gifted at anything honestly; except for Transfiguration, her knowledge of Magical Creatures was unsurpassed (she can name them all in alphabetical order; astonishing even most Adult Wizards), and she was literally a crackshot at Quidditch. Her mother and father often wondered where in the 'bloody hell' she got such skill at it from. Her Uncle Harry always clapped and cheered her on around the Burrow for family games; he got so overexcited seeing her perform her favorite tricks on a broom. She half expected him to hop on a broom and come on up to join Rose and the other kids at times.

"Rose wake up! You missed breakfast! Flitwick is going to hang you by your toes if you're late again!" as soon as the voice cracked the silence; Rose sat up and smacked her forehead on the front of her bunk as she tried to stand up fully while still in bed.

"Aaaaaaaah, what the-----dammit Alice!" Rose rubbed her forehead and groaned, flapping her arms on her pillow exasperated. "Do we get up this early EVERYDAY?!" she slammed the pillow to the side and scooted out of her bed. Looking up at her blonde peer; who had on her full black robes, with her Gryffindor tie and patch on the black of her robes. Prepared for class. Rose however had on only a pair of pink short shorts, and a tank top.

"It's been 7 days, Rose! Are you kidding you're still not used to this?!" Alice quipped on, Alice Penniworth was a muggleborn wizard; like her Mom was. But she was vibrant and lively, and always super strict. She reminded her of her Mother; secretly, Rose thought that Alice was some paid off adult wizard drinking Polyjuice Potion to look like a kid and keep an eye on her. A spy in her mother Hermione's employ. But she was the first person she'd met at Hogwarts thus far, but it had only been 7 days.

Albus was in Slytherin; so she never got to see him anymore.

With a sigh; she rose to her feet and stretched; holding up the "1 moment" finger. She huffed and inhaled, pointing her wand at her trunk.

"Wingardium Leviosa!" the trunk lifted itself off of the ground in a burst of magical glitterdust, as Rose smirked proudly. Immidiately as soon as it began to float; it crashed down to the floor and popped it's lid open. Rose screamed at the trunk, in disbelief that she was so horrible at Charms as she proceeded to get dressed the old fashioned way. (So much for floating her clothes out stylishly!)

Eventually, she was garbed in her full Gryffindor robes and made her way out of Gryffindor Tower down into the Hallways. She kept a wary eye out for McGonagall; halfway thinking about ditching Flitwick's Class (Only on her 2nd Week) and attempting to steal a broom from the Quidditch Pitch while the teams weren't practicing. The Upperclassmen and Higher Year Students would have to take notice of her if she pulled her plan off and did her lap around the castle. Maybe she'd even be the first 1st Year Student put on the Gryffindor Team since Uncle Harry himself! Although---she'd probably just get canned and sentenced to detention looking at Filch's ugly mug again.

She'd managed on the 1st Day after her Sorting in the Grand Hall to get Detention as it was packed with 1st Year Students...as she decided to Transfigure someones food into a gigantic rat when they pissed her off. For this, she earned herself detention exactly 2 hours after being sorted into Gryffindor.

Eventually, Alice and Rose made their way to Charms class. Rose rolled her eyes and sighed as she huffed herself up and entered, throwing her arms up into the air as she did so; her long black robed sleeves falling all around her wrists as she did so.

"Alright! The most bloody fabulous Charms Wizard has arrived! You guys should just learn from me!" as she exclaimed and quipped this loudly; the entire class looked at her and burst out laughing. She smiled and made her way to her desk as Flitwick practically fumed. She thought the little man was going to explode he looked so angry for a moment; but then he sighed and threw his hands up into the air; continuing to prepare the Lesson for the day.

"Writing to your mother about this......she was much more useful in this Class than this---" Flitwick mumbled on as he waddled too and fro preparing their lesson.

As Rose slid into her desk; several boys looked her way; to which she put up a hand and shook her head. They laughed and jeered at her. Eventually though, she set eyes on someone. Albus; he was across from her in his green and navy scarf, Slytherin, and black robes. His green eyes met hers, and with a silent nod he said "Hello", she stuck her tounge out at him in a tease and laughed at his shocked expression for a moment as more students continued to file into class.

Spoiler:

Name: Roxanne Weasley
Year: 3rd
Strengths: Potions (It's like cooking!), Quidditch, Care of Magical Creatures, Muggle Studies
Weakness: Study of Ancient Runes (The most BORING class ever), Astronomy (Just looking is nice, all the other things..naah!)


Roxanne had not entirely plan this to happen. She loved a good prank, but now it had gone too far. The young teen ran down the halls to the nearest classroom, warning them of the storm that was coming up behind her. Roxanne pulled strands of her black dyed hair away from her face. The strands did not want to stay back, causing the young woman to curse beneath her breath.

Finally she reached her destination. Immediately she slammed the doors open to the classroom. The young teen could not give 10,000 bloody cares about the underclassmen all staring at her in all of her slightly burned clothed glory. "MR. FLIT! There's a BIG problem in the hallway sir. VERY BIG problem. And I SWEAR over my uncle's grave I had nothing to do with it!" She screamed. Concidentially and on cue a large explosion could be heard. Roxanne immediately turned her head toward that direction along with other people in the class. The girl's eyes became wide along with being filled with desperation. She knew that parts of the hallway was most likely a mess. The young teen looked at Mr. Flitwick, her entire face begging him to do something about it. Roxanne was certainly now wishing she hadn't said anything to a group of boys earlier.

Earlier...

The young girl wore her robes over orange short shorts and a pink tank top. She stood outside in the halls eating Sour Apple Bites something she had gotten from Hogesmeade not too long ago. Roxanne SHOULD be in class right now, but she just could not stand being in Divination class anymore so she cut. The teen had avoided getting caught in the halls multiple times. Suddenly, she heard footsteps coming towards her. Roxanne quickly slipped behind a corner and peered out from it. She could see a couple of familiar looking boys carrying something, sacks. They then began to pull things out. Roxanne squinted her eyes, trying to see what exactly they were pulling out. Then  a wave of dread came over here in a second. Oh jeez. She thought as she stared at the black tiny balls. I remember them. The guys that kept asking all those questions about stuff. Thought they'd never stop. A slight smile came over her face. Looks like they are going to do that prank I told them about. Roxanne's grin quickly went off her face. DAMN IT! They're going to do THAT prank!