Prologue: The Wonderful World of Rose Weasley
Thanks to ArabicLyra - my beta, who made this chapter presentable. And to you - for reading :)
Do you know that kind of voice which is very annoying and alerting in the back of your mind?
This voice, that tells you that you are going to do something really stupid?
Well, I have to admit… although it’s really annoying … it has prevented me from doing something I would have to regret later pretty often.
Do you think that I’m on the edge of reason? Well…That’s quite possibly – it’s a bit difficult to turn out normal with a family like mine … I think sanity is not really the right word to describe the Weasleys.
But where to start?
First, there’s my Mum, who’s probably the most intelligent witch in the world, but who has this obsession with books - she arranges them according to their first letters - and timetables.
Then my Dad. He’s afraid of the tiniest spider and still blushes when someone mentions the name “Lavender Brown”.
My little brother Hugo turned out to be a second George Weasley, but he also inherited my dad’s fear of spiders. Honestly, that’s just ridiculous.
Grandpa is also a very strange individual. He just worships Muggles. He nearly collapsed when he used “Skype” for the first time in his life. Mum decided it would be the best if he never did it again.
Grandma starts crying every time we’re celebrating someone’s birthday, because she thinks it’s so touching. It took my Aunty Ginny two years to ensure Lily – my cousin - that there was no need to cry, because she used to do the same. When I was younger, I really had sympathy for Granny, but now at 17, I think it’s just embarrassing.
Next is my Uncle Percy, who is the biggest nerd in person I’ve ever met in my whole life - even mum can’t hold a candle to him, and his wife Audrey is the worst groupie you’ll ever see. There’s a picture of the Weird Sisters on her bedside locker, right beside the family portrait.
My Uncle Billy married a French, and although I like his daughter Dominique, I think there’s nothing more to say. The French are just…strange. Even Aunty Ginny doesn’t seem to like Billy’s wife Fleur – and she’s the synonym for a open-hearted person.
Oh, and the Potters…. Yes, the Potters. (And yes, my uncle is Harry Potter). Trust me, it would destroy your view of the world if you spent just one day with them. There’s no day without James and Al doing something really stupid, Aunty Ginny’s outbursts and uncle Harry’s attempts to calm her (If you ask me, James and Al just don’t seem to hear that alerting voice, otherwise there wouldn’t be so much tension at Potter’s). And currently, the youngest daughter Lily drives her Mum crazy with her burning ambition to save the world (She’s vegetarian, because she doesn’t want any animal to die for her. Oh, and she doesn’t want the House Elves to tidy up her room. No wonder she’s my Mum’s favourite niece…) .
Don’t get me wrong… I love my family…
It’s just that we’re an interesting clan. Sometimes I think we need an event manager for our family reunions, because there are so damn many of us.
Wow… I think I got a bit distracted… Where was I?
Yeah, that tiny little voice…. Do you know those silly scenes in movies, when there are a little angel and a little devil-thingy sitting on each of your shoulders and trying to tell you what to do?
It reminds me a bit of that. But it’s not really the same…
Like I already said it often keeps me out of trouble.
When James and Al decided to dye Lily’s hair blue while she was sleeping, the voice told me not to join them… even if it had been my idea. Lily was crying, Aunty Ginny was screaming, James and Al were too terrified to leave their rooms, Uncle Harry was pissed, and I was off the hook.
When Al and Dominique asked me to come with them smoking after curfew, the voice told me to stay in the dormitory… although it was me who stole the cigarettes out of James´ pockets. They got caught – and believe me, getting detention for one month wasn’t very nice. Well, the howlers they got two days later weren’t either.
There were plenty of situations like those. I suppose if I hadn’t listened to this annoying little voice I wouldn’t have become Head Girl.
Well, but somehow I realized, that there are moments in your life when you should not listen to your moralizer. Sometimes I regretted not having been part of Al’s and James´ stupid pranks. Sometimes I really felt like missing a lot of fun.
So I decided to ignore my lovely, little voice.
This is the story of me getting rid of it.
It’s the story of how I fell for Scorpius Malfoy.
