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Rose
Rose was restless; she had been restless for the last two weeks. The summer, it had turned out was not as much fun as she had imagined. In fact, although it disgusted her to admit it, she was itching to return to school, things at home were just so...boring. There wasn’t long to wait, this time next week she would be lying in her comfortable four poster bed.
Getting up from her small, lumpy bed, she scrutinised herself in the mirror. A slip of a girl looked back at her. Rose would have been distinctly average looking if it weren’t for the curtain of red hair which contrasted against her ghostly pale skin. However she was bored of her image, Rose hadn’t changed much since she began Hogwarts and deep down she was anxious to do something dramatic. Her strikingly coloured hair was cut in a boring style that didn't frame her face but rather hid it. The figure that looked back at her made her think of a child, frustrated Rose groaned aloud.
If only Mum would let me cut it, she thought as she ran her fingers through her hair snarling,
‘Not that she ever will’.
Her mother insisted that Rose kept her hair the way it was, she seemed to think that Rose was trying to grow up too fast. Hermione insisted that she was still too young for dramatic haircuts and outrageous make-up, Rose on the other hand said that her mother was old-fashioned and over protective.
Over the summer Rose and Hermione had had this argument numerous times, whilst her father sat on the sidelines, smirking. Rose knew that her father didn’t really care what she did with her hair but he never say this lest Hermione kill him for it. Fuming at the thought she sat down at her desk and pulled a piece of parchment toward her.
It had been a while since she had last written to Albus. Albus was not only Rose’s cousin but her best friend also, however she had not seen much of him since school ended. Of the two of them Albus was the clever, relaxed one, he failed to understand why Rose got so worked up over what he noted as ‘little things’. Rose knew that Albus would probably be useless at making her feel better but she penned a letter to him anyway.
Hey Albus!
How are you? I haven’t seen or heard from for ages! Mother and I just had another argument, she still won’t let me cut my hair and I feel like I’m living in a prison! It’ll be great to be back at Hogwarts, have you got all of your school things yet?
Rose xx
Rolling and sealing the parchment Rose made her way over to her owl, Hazel in the corner of the room. The beautiful barn owl hooted softly at her as she tied the letter to her leg.
‘Make him write back quick’ she whispered as Hazel took flight out her bedroom window. As usual Albus’s reply was swift, and it set a small smile back on Rose’s face.
Rose ,
You have got to get that bird to stop pecking me, I always reply quickly anyway! I am fed up listening to you moan about your hair, just cut it, for Merlin’s sake it’s only hair!
I haven’t gotten all of my school books yet, how about we go to Diagon Alley tomorrow, I’ll get the rest of my stuff and you can get your hair cut! Let me know.
Albus
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Albus,
Have I ever told you just how clever you are? Well I’m telling you now, it’s a brilliant idea! With one major flaw, I’m grounded, how I’m supposed to get to Diagon Alley?
Rose xx
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Rose,
Floo to mine at about 6 in the morning, and we’ll leave for Diagon Alley. Make sure you write a note though to say where you’ve went or they’ll send a search party after you. Are you sure about this? You’re going to be in so much trouble!
Albus
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Albus,
I’m positive, I’m so excited! Mum will kill me, but so what? I’ll see you in a few hours! Good night!
Rose xx
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Night Rose! See you soon!
Albus
Rose retired that night; a bundle of nerves and excitement, she had never done anything like this before. Her Mother would go mad, her Father too, probably. However for once she didn’t care, she had concluded that the trouble she would get into would be well worth it if she could return to Hogwarts looking more like a women and less like a child.
*
Rose gasped as she looked in the mirror of the hairdressers. Admittedly she had lost her nerve at the last moment and her hair remained as long as ever, yet for the first time in her life she had a fringe. It wasn’t a childish, thick fringe but rather a modern, funky one. It framed her petite face and highlighted her sparkling eyes, the transformation was immense. Even Albus had noticed it;
‘I didn’t think hair could make you look so different’ was all he could muse.
Yes, Rose agreed, she did look different. It was a good different, an attractive different. For the first time ever she felt like an adult, in control of her own life.
‘Hogwarts here I come’, she cried swishing her hair as she pranced proudly alongside a laughing Albus.
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