Next Generation Stories

Beach Day, Summer, 2026

James squinted as he looked up at the street sign in front of him. He looked down at the slip of paper in his hand to make sure he had the right place. “Yep,” he mumbled, then looked around, shifting the bag on his broad shoulders. He was on an average muggle street, just outside of a small wizarding community, which he’d apparated into before walking to his current spot. In the distance, he heard a faint crack and a few minutes spotted two of his cousins walking up the sidewalk. They were identical, save for the lengths of their dark black hair.

“James?” Questioned Molly, who’s shorter hair was tied off into stubby pigtails. Lucy held up a piece of paper, as if to ask James if he’d gotten the same thing. He held up his in response.

“What is this?” Lucy asked. Before James could answer, he heard another greeting from behind him. Coming up the path from the other direction was another one of their cousins, Fred. As he grew closer, James could see that he too had a bit of paper in his hands.

“Let me see that,” he said, taking the paper from Fred’s hands. He took Molly and Lucy’s as well. They were all nearly identical. Scrawled in neat lines with overly decorative penmanship was the name of the street they were on, the current time, and a small list of things to bring. They were all to bring their swimming costumes and a towel, but Lucy and Molly were to also bring two bottles of sun cream. James was to have with him toy shovels, and Fred was to bring some sort of inflatable floating device. “What?” James mumbled.

Molly shrugged. “Sounds like a day at the beach, to me.”

“Yeah but why the theatrics?” Fred asked.

“Probably because it’s Lily,” Rose offered. Her and her brother, Hugo, had sunk up on their family. She held up her paper, instructing her and Hugo to bring sandwiches. She patted the rucksack her brother had on his back.

“How do you know it’s Lily?” James asked. What he really meant was how did he not know it was his own sister’s doing? Hugo chuckled.

“Dad accidentally let it slip. Apparently she’s got some big surprise planned for all of us.”

“Oh boy,” said Fred.

“Wait, not all of us,” Lucy began, “where are Al, and Roxy?”

James shrugged. “They had plans or something, with Dom and Franklin, so I don’t think those two will be coming either.”

“Louis will though,” Fred nodded, pointing out with his head the direction from which another cousin was approaching.

“Hey guys!” Louis greeted cheerfully. He seemed not at all concerned with figuring out what was happening. “What’s up?” Rose laughed a little and held out her hand.

“Just give me your paper.” Louis dug into the pocket of his shorts and handed over a crumpled slip of paper. “Candy,” Rose said, then lifted her brows at him, silently asking him if he’d done as told. Louis jerked the strap of his cross-body bag so that all could hear the rattle of the candy bouncing around in their boxes.

“Plenty,” he clarified.

“I guess this is it, then?” James asked. “What now?”

As if on cue, they all heard a horn sounding in the distance. Down the road a ways they could see a rather large and flat nosed van headed their way. Hanging out of the passenger side window was a slight and freckled girl with short, wild red hair. She sported a wide smile and bare, speckled shoulders. The green and white Volkswagen Bus she was hanging out of sputtered to a stop in front of her cousins.

“Hi!” Lily exclaimed. The side door of the van swung open and a tall, dusky boy stepped out, already in his brightly colored swimming trunks.

“What’s up, bitches!” Lorcan greeted. The group of young adults didn’t respond, they were too busy staring at the contraption before them. Another boy, a mirror image of the first one, climbed out of the drivers seat and Lily stepped out of the passenger side. She held out her arms, showcasing her van. Lysander rounded the van to stand next to his brother and friend.

“Lily, what is this?” Molly asked incredulously. Lily beamed.

“It’s my new ride, you like?”

“It looks like a death trap.” Rose commented. Lysander patted the front of the vehicle.

“Nah, it’s solid.” Something inside of the van rattled and the group cringed. “It’s fine!” Lily assured, “It’s been sitting in Grandpa Weasley’s garage for ages, and Grandad Granger helped me fix it up! Isn’t it perfect?”

“I’m not getting in that thing,” Lucy objected. Fred just smiled.

“Shotgun!” He called, heading for the front seat. James wrapped an arm around Lucy.

“You’ll be fine.” He pulled his pack off his back and tossed it into the van before pulling his cousin in after him. Lily squealed and clapped her hands. The rest of her cousins piled into the bus and she climbed in to sit between Fred and Lysander. She leaned forward to fidget with the radio controls.

“This is the best part, this old thing was still in here, and still works!” She plugged a large rectangular object into the radio on the dash and moments later a quick piano intro flooded the bus. It was Queen’s Seven Seas of Rhye. “Awesome!” Hugo exclaimed.

Name: Fred Benjamin Weasley

Wand: Hazel, Dragon Heartstring, 13 ¾”, Unyielding

Birthdate : February 13th, 2005

Family: George Weasley - Father Angelina Weasley - Mother Roxanne Weasley - Sister, younger by two years

Attended Hogwarts: 2016-2022

House: Gryffindor

People who mistake Fred's quiet demeanor for shyness have a big shock in store for them. Just because someone listens more than they talk doesn't mean they're socially inept. In fact, Fred is very much the opposite of socially inept. He learned at an early age that there was much to be gained in watching in silence as a group of people (read:cousins) shouted at and over one another. He learned how to hone his hearing toward different conversations going on in different places.  He learned how to watch people and what to look for in body language. He knew so much about his family that he wasn’t sure they knew about themselves. Yes, he was quiet but he wasnt shy. He wouldn't let anyone walk all over him and he wouldn't hesitate to speak up when he wanted or needed too.

Fred is a handsome boy and plenty of the girls in Hogwarts have crushes on him. He is, however, indifferent to most of them.

He’s a Beater on the Gryffindor Quidditch team.

What’s your family like? - Relatively normal. As normal as we can be, anyway. What dad lacks in discipline, mum makes up for. She’s always swatting at him for the things he says or does, but she loves him. My sister’s a bit mad, but someone has to be, right?

Do you have any hobbies? - Eh, I like to people watch. You’d be surprise what you can learn if you just listen and watch. I read a lot, too, I guess. And of course there’s quidditch.

What annoys you the most about other people? - No one ever shuts up. People just talk and talk and they’re never really saying anything. If you’re talking to me about the weather, you better be telling me there’s a storm coming warning me to pack my things - otherwise, I don’t want to hear the small talk.

What’s the first thing you do when you get out of bed in the morning? - Pushups. Not in a meathead sort of way, but just a few to get the blood flowing. Who are your best friends? - James and I grew up together, he’s the closest thing I have to a brother. And Domi’s like a second little sister. My teammates and I are pretty close, too.

What’s your favorite subject? - Defense Against the Dark Arts.

Do you think you’ll go on to be an Auror? - Yeah...I mean, I might. Or I could be a curse breaker, like my uncle.

What’s your favorite place? - In the summers my family, all of us, we get together for dinners all the time. We put up a tent in my grandparents yard, eat outside. After dinner’s done and everything’s put away, we all sit around a fire and everyone’s talking to everyone and it’s so loud. At some point, I always end up sitting back and I just watch their faces, and I listen to their laughs. That’s my favorite place.

I do! I actually have it all laid out on a spreadsheet, hah! Um, so yeah, birthdays and I’ll even group them together by Hogwarts age groups. Okay… yeah.

Teddy - April 8th, 1998

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Vi - May 2nd, 2000

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James - Jan 3rd, 2005

Fred - Feb 13th, 2005

Margo - Aug 17th, 2005

Molly - Aug 23rd, 2005

Lucy - Aug 23rd, 2005

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Domi - Oct 14th, 2005

Scorpius - Feb 9th, 2006

Rose - July 24th, 2006

Albus - Aug 21st, 2006

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Roxy - Jan 1st, 2007

Frank - April 18th, 2007

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Hugo - March 11th, 2008

Louis - May 3rd, 2008

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Lily - Oct 21st, 2008

Lorcan - Nov 3rd, 2008

Lysander - Nov 3rd, 2008

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  Name: Lily Luna Potter

Wand: Beech, Unicorn Hair, 11”, Pliant

Birthdate : October 21st, 2008

Family: Harry Potter - Father Ginny Potter - Mother James Potter - Brother, older by three years Albus Potter - Brother, older by two years

Attended Hogwarts: 2020 - 2026

House: Gryffindor

Halloween October 31st, 2011

“I’m still not comfortable with it, Hermione.”

Hermione just smiled and looked down to her three year old son, who was dressed as a pumpkin. “Now Hugo,” she began as she knelt to his level. “What is it we’re to say when people open their doors?”

Hugo smiled big and held out his candy bag. “Trick or treat!” Hermione smiled and kissed him on the forehead.

“Mum! I can’t get the hat right!” Rose whined, as she came down the stairs. Ron crossed the room and adjusted the green archer’s hat properly on her head, then checked to make sure the red feather in it was well fluffed. “Do I look like Peter Pan now, Mum?” She asked, she put her hand on her hips and puffed her chest out proudly.

Hermione looked at her daughter and could barely contain her joy. She’d wanted to do this ever since Rose was born. But she held back. Then, Hugo was born and she knew she had to get Ron to do this at least once. Yet, she still waited. She wanted Hugo to be old enough to really get the experience, incase the first time went horribly wrong somehow and they weren’t to do it again. “You look more like Peter Pan than Peter Pan does.”

Ron had to admit, his daughter was adorable, and she seemed excited about the whole things. He just wasn’t convinced it was a real thing. “So we’re just to go to some random muggle neighborhood, knock on the doors of complete strangers, yell at them, and then expect them to give us candy?”

“It’s called Trick or Treating, Ron, and muggles have been doing it for ages. If you don’t believe me, ask Harry, they’re coming too. And it’s not a completely random neighborhood, it’s my parent’s neighborhood.”

“Yeah, because you two wouldn’t pull a prank on me like this at all.”

Hermione just rolled her eyes at Ron’s sarcasm. Just then a flash of green light filled the room. When it vanished, a tall boy with straight and stringy black hair coming out of every which direction from his head was in their fireplace. He was in a white, torn up shirt that was splattered with blood, a black spiked and studded leather jacket, and wore a heavy chain and lock around his neck. He stepped out of the fireplace and gave spin.

“Well?” He asked, obviously pleased with himself.

“Teddy…who are you supposed to be?” Ron asked.

“I’m Sid Vicious!” He held out his arms and waited for their reactions. “He was a bass player for the Sex Pistols…” Hermiones look grew more worried. Teddy sighed and dropped his arms to his side. “He’s a punk icon.” He was defeated.

Another green light flash, this time bearing Ginny and her two sons. Hermione gasped when she saw what her friend was wearing.

Ginny had on green and black striped stockings, a green, velvety dress that was much shorter than anything she’d usually wear, a small black cape, and a tall pointy hat with an extremely wide brim. “What are you wearing!?” Hermione asked, trying to hold back her giggle. Ron, however, looked disturbed.

“I found this in a muggle costume shop, it’s what they think we witches dress like. Isn’t it funny? Like this is practical for anything!” Ginny and Hermione giggled. James and Albus, dressed as a very convincing pirates, broke away from their mother’s side and walked over to Rose.

“What are you supposed to be?” Albus teased. Rose put her hands on her hips again.

“I’m Peter Pan. And Peter Pan doesn’t like pirates.” Rose quickly removed the plastic, yet wooden looking, dagger from her belt. “Fight me, you codfish!” James and Albus pulled their own toy sword from their belt and they began to duel.

One last flash of green brought Harry, who was holding little Lily, into the room. “You two aren’t dressing up?” He exclaimed. He himself was decked out in pirate garb to match his sons. Hermione laughed and Ron looked worried.

“Adults are to dress up too?” He cried.

“Oh, they don’t have too,” Hermione answered, waving him off and reaching for Lily, who was dressed as a bumble bee. “You wanted to be a bee, huh?” She asked, Lily nodded.

“They fly!” She exclaimed.

The adults conversated for as long as they could, but soon the children grew weary and wanted the free candy they were promised. With the help of Hermione, everyone was able to use the Floo Network to get to her parents house, where there was more adult conversation.

“Come on people, let’s go! The candy’s going to run out!” Teddy exclaimed. Even though most fourteen year old muggle boys would be over halloween, Teddy was over the moon with it and couldn’t wait to get started. It also didn’t hurt that he’d been pulled out of school for the night, either.

So, the group left the Granger house and ventured on to the sidewalk. Ron’s fears of Harry and Hermione pulling one over on him were mostly quieted when he saw that the street was full of little children dressed up and looking for candy. However, he was still nervous at their first house.

Rose was the first to ring a doorbell. “Trick or treat!” They all but shouted once the door had opened. Ron was amazed as he watched the older woman laugh, then fawn over his family’s costumes.

“And there’s a little bee, and a little pumpkin! How adorable!”

By the end of the night, even though they were tired, Ron was happy. “I’m glad you talked me into this, love. The kids had so much fun.” Hermione smiled and rested her head on his shoulder. They were back at home, watching all of the children go through and trade candy.

Seeker September 15th, 2018

A mass of young Slytherins were gathered on the Quidditch pitch and among them; Scorpius Malfoy and Marcell Zabini. It was the second week of their second year and that could only mean one thing - Quidditch try-outs. Scorpius had been training for quite a few years for the Seeker position, while Marcell had only decided the previous year that he’d like to be a Keeper.

“I’m so full of adrenaline right now,” Scorpius commented. What he meant was nerves, but adrenaline sounded better.

“You’ll do alright. I’m pretty sure your only competition is Glint over there, and we all know he’s not going to make it.”

Glint, hearing the comment made about him, glared at Marcell, who just smiled at Glint in return.

“Oi!” Captain Brandon Bishopper cried out. “Shut it, all of you!” The crowd grew quiet. “All right, now I want you all to split up according what position you’re trying for. Chaser, Seeker, Keeper, Beater!” He pointed to a different direction on the field with each position he called out.

Scorpius and Glint stood together, while Marcell stood a few yards away with two other students. There were also three kids trying out for Chaser, and four trying out for Beater, making a total of twelve hopefuls.

“All right then, we’ll start with the Keepers,” Brandon started. Before he could do anything, they all heard a faint cry in the distance.

“Wait!” They looked toward the source of the sound and squinted. Approaching the field was a relatively tall, thin, red-head. Scorpius squinted just a little harder.

“Weasley?”

Moments later she was coming up on them, her breath barely elevated from the running.

“Sorry,” Rose began at Brandon, but Scorpius interrupted.

“What are you doing here?”

Rose ignored him completely. “I was kept late by Coach Jones, she’s given me an excuse if you need one.” Rose went to dig in her pocket, but Brandon stopped her.

“Save it, Weasley. What position?” There was a tone in Brandon’s voice letting on that he felt like he was just humoring the girl. Rose pretended not to notice.

“Seeker,” she answered, then smiled when, out of the corner of her eye,  she saw Scorpius’ jaw drop.

Brandon sighed and pointed toward Scorpius. “Over there, then.”

As soon as she was within reach Scorpius grabbed her by the elbow and pulled her away from Glint. “What do you think you’re doing?” He hissed. She smiled innocently.

“Trying out for the team, of course.”

“You never told me you were even trying out, let alone for Seeker!” His hand was still on her arm.

Rose shrugged. “You never asked.”

He yanked at her elbow and she glared up at him, daring him to do it again. He dropped his hand. “Yes, but I talked to you about trying out! I told you I wanted to be Seeker - and you never said anything!”

“Why would I? You’d have just tried to psych me out, just teased me. Why would I want to put myself through that?” She tried not so smile, then she added to herself, ‘And this way I have the element of surprise.’

“You’re wretched.”

Rose tried not to laugh at how angry he was. His chest was heaving slightly and he was grinding his teeth, something she could hear because he was so close to her. She folded her arms in front of her chest, as a way to put a physical barrier between them.

“And you’re worried.” She pushed past him and went to pay attention to what Brandon was telling the Keeper hopefuls. She gave a thumbs up to Marcell, wishing him luck. Scorpius noticed that Marcell didn't looked surprised to see her there, but decided to hold back his indignation.

“That’s it for today, squids,” Brandon called out, hours later after putting everyone through multiple rigorous routines. “We’ll have the results posted in the commons by Monday night.” The lot of them stood around, mumbling to one another. “You can leave now!” Brandon barked.

The worn out, haggard second years started to shuffle off of the field. Scorpius looked around and found Rose hanging back, trying to wipe some of the dirt off of her face. He noticed a rather large bruise on her shoulder-blade where a stray Bludger had smacked her.

“That looks like it hurts,” he started as he neared her. He reached out to touch it but she pulled away and glared at him.

“Hardly. What do you want?” Rose started walking, not waiting for an answer. Scorpius kept in line with her.

“You do know there hasn’t been a girl on the team in over a decade - right?”

“What’s that got to do with anything?”

“Well, I was just -”

“You were just what?” Rose stopped abruptly and whipped around to face him. “Telling me that because I’m a girl I won’t make the team?” Scorpius didn’t answer, Rose continued. “D’you want to know what I think? I think I’m a better player than you. I think that you saw that today and I think that you’re uncomfortable with it and that you feel threatened. Well guess what; I don’t care! I don’t care that you’re uncomfortable or threatened. What I do care about is Quidditch. I was six when I first learned to fly, and nine when I caught my first Snitch. I’ve wanted this since before I could remember so no, I’m not going to let your fear of inadequacy and your narrow mind get in the way of what I want.” She stormed off without waiting for him to respond.

They didn’t speak to each other for the next two days. They didn’t look at each other when a new piece of parchment was posted in the common room. They didn’t touch each other when they waited side by side to see who’d made it.

Scorpius didn’t congratulate her, and he didn’t wait around for the celebrations. He slinked off to his dorm like the rest of the kids who didn’t make it and he sulked. He sulked for an entire week. He stalked about the castle and sneered at everyone. He replayed his try-out again and again, hoping to find something wrong but the only thing he could come up with was that she was right - she was just a better player than he was.

It took him another three days before he built up the nerve to apologize to her. He waited until just after lunch, and caught her right as Cassie and Avery went into the girls' lavatory.

"Uh, Rose?"

Her hand was already on the door, ready to push it open and follow her friends. She didn't respond, but she also didn't run away.

"Look I.. just wanted to congratulate you on making the team. I guess the best player won."

Rose took in what he was saying and then chuckled. "Was that you apologizing?"

He suddenly found the floor fascinating. Rose took his silence for a 'yes'.

"Well... Thanks. And I mean, you made reserve, who knows; maybe I'll have a freak accident or something." She smiled at him, he scowled at her.

"That's not really funny, though." Rose chuckled again. Just as she was about push the door open, Scorpius quickly spoke again. “Did you really catch a Snitch when you were nine?”

Rose blushed a little. “My Aunt Ginny charmed a dormant one, didn’t really fly at regulation speed.” She didn’t wait for a response.

It’s a common misconception that students are divided equally amongst the houses. Of course no one house heavily outweighs another, but small imbalances do happen quite often. While Ravenclaw and Gryffindor are mostly matched evenly, it’s Hufflepuff and Slytherin that tend to change most.

Hufflepuff, with its open and accepting nature, tends to take in the most students. Slytherin, however, is a bit more particular when it comes to selecting it’s children, and thus takes in the fewest. This leaves the Hufflepuff Dormitory to burrow out new rooms when needed, and the Slytherin Dormitory to adjust the bed count as needed.

There were three beds in Rose’s room, each draped with green, silk curtains and flanked with both a night table, and a wardrobe. The woods in the room were dark and heavy, while all of the fabrics were luxurious and emerald green. At either end of the room were two floor to ceiling windows that looked into the depths of the Black Lake.

“I could get used to this,” she mumbled to herself.

“Eh, it’s alright, I guess.”

Rose turned around to see a darked haired girl standing in the doorway, picking at her nails.

“I imagine it’s better than the other dormitories,” the girl added as she walked in and passed Rose. “Have you called one yet? I’d prefer the one in the middle, away from those windows.” The girl picked up one end of her trunk, fitted with a feather-light charm, and moved it to the foot of the middle bed without waiting for a reply.

“Suites me, I quite like the window. I’m Rose, by the way.”

The girl chuckled and let herself fall backwards on to the bed. “Oh, I know. It’s kind of hard not to, isn’t it?”

The tone in her voice made Rose a bit cautious. It was obvious that the girl didn’t liked to be outshined.

“Anyway, I’m Avery.”

“Nott, right?” Rose feigned a deeper knowledge of the girl, hoping to quell any jealousy that may be arising. Really, though, she’d just been paying attention at the sorting ceremony.

“Obviously,” Avery muttered. Rose resisted the urge to roll her eyes. Avery was proving to be more and more stuck up every time she opened her mouth. Rose was not surprised.

“Avery!” Another voice exclaimed from the door. Avery sat up, then squealed.

“Cassie!” Avery sprinted across the room to embrace her friend. “I told Daddy to make sure we were roommates!”

“Oh boy,” Rose mumbled, she thought under her breath, but Avery turned toward her.

“And look who our third is. The first Weasley ever in Slytherin.” Her tone sickeningly sweet, which never meant good things. Cassie, however, didn’t pick up on the hints her friend was dropping.

“Cool!”

Avery rolled her eyes and pulled her friend over to the bed on the opposite side of the room. They pulled the curtains closed and within moments Rose could hear them giggling.

‘Just great, I’m stuck with snotty, mean girls.’ Rose thought. She sighed, and ventured up to the Common Room. There, she quickly found a Prefect, informed him that she needed to speak with Professor Longbottom and asked to be shown to his office. The Prefect begrudgingly obliged. After she’d knocked on the door and received an answer, the boy took off. So far, people weren’t taking kindly to her. She opened the door and stepped into the office.

“Unc - Professor Longbottom?”

Neville looked up and smiled at her. “Rosie, you only have to call me Professor around others. Come in, come in.”

Rose sighed and fell into one of the chairs in front of his desk. “Uncle Neville…” She buried her head in her hands. “Slytherin!” She cried out into her hands, then looked up.

“Rose, there’s nothing wrong with Slytherin.”

“Tell that to my father. Oh Merlin, I have to tell my father.”

After a few minutes of calming Rose down and talking with her, they decided that the best way to tell her parents were to Floo them in. Neville was to retrieve them, but Rose was to tell them.

“Rose,” Hermione greeted her daughter. Rose ran to hug her.

“Where’s Dad?”

Hermione stroked her hair. “He was working. Neville says you have something to tell me. Is everything alright?”

Rose pulled away, thank Merlin it was just her mother. “Yeah...that is, I’m not hurt, or anything. But I - um - I have something to tell you.” Rose looked from her mother, to Neville, then back again. “It’s about my sorting. I...I was a bit of a hatstall…”

“A bit,” Neville interjected in an attempt to cut the tension. “It took nearly seven minutes, that’s longer than Mcgonagall, you know.” Rose feigned a smile while Hermione kneeled to her level.

“Rose, sweetie, were you not sorted into Gryffindor? Is that why you’re nervous. You know your father was only being dramatic when he said Gryffindor or nothing.”

“I didn’t just not get sorted into Gryffindor! I’m a Slytherin!” Rose burst into tears and clung to her mother. Hermione embraced her, but her reaction was rather lacking. In fact, she even chuckled a bit. Rose pulled away and gave Hermione a quizzical look. “You’re laughing?”

“I don’t mean to, dear. It’s just that…I’m not all that surprised.”

Rose wiped the tears from her eyes, took a deep breath, and just like that had calmed herself. “What do you mean, not surprised?”

“Hm...well, let’s see. Do you remember, a few years back, when James, and Fred, and Albus wouldn’t let you into the treehouse?” Rose nodded. “Do you remember stealing your father’s broom, flying it about outside, and getting them to argue over it on the ground so that you could commandeer the fort?”

Rose tried not to smiled.

“And do you remember last Christmas, when you played each and every one of your cousins against each other so that you could find out what presents you had?”

Rose chuckled. “But I thought I was just being clever.”

“Oh Hunny, you are clever! And you use that cleverness to get exactly what you want. You make the world work for you, not the other way around. And there’s nothing wrong with that, so long as you don’t harm or ignore the suffering of others in doing so. That’s what gives Slytherin a bad name, but I know that I’ve raised you and taught you better than that. Embrace Slytherin, Rosie, and let it work for you. Just keep your head about you, and you’ll do fine.”

Feeling much better about herself, Rose hugged her mother once again. “But what about dad?”

The castle was always so quiet over the holidays, especially the ones when very few people stayed.

 Franklin stayed because his parents had. His father was working toward a breakthrough with a cross-breeding experiment, and his mother was training a new healing assistant.

 Avery stayed to attend a concert in Hogsmeade.

 And as far as her mother knew, Rose stayed to get in extra study time at the library. But she’d attended the concert, too.

 “This is still weird,” Avery started. The three of them were in the cozy living quarters that Headmistress Mcgonagall had allocated for the Longbottoms. It was a warm place, located near the greenhouses, and had two bedrooms, a private bath, a small kitchen, and a comfortable living room. They were all on the sofa, and Avery was spread out with her head in Franklin’s lap and her feet across Rose’s. “It’s like, we’re in the castle, yeah? But we’re also in your parlour.”

 “Well where else is my family supposed to stay?” Franklin offered. “We’re all at Hogwarts for over half the year, it’d be daft to have a place somewhere else.”

 Avery sighed and reached up to pat Franklin on the cheek. “It must suck to be poor,” she pouted. Franklin just rolled his eyes and swatted her hand away. He’d gotten used to off handed comments like that in the two months since he’d started spending time with Avery and Rose. “You have your own room here, though. I guess that’s a perk.”

 “Well, I still have to stay in the dorms during school.”

 “Then I stand by my statement. It must suck to be poor.”

 “I’m bored,” Rose whined, having heard enough of her friends’ conversation.

Avery sat up and rested her head on the back of the sofa. “That’s because you’re boring.” She sighed and looked around the room. “But I’m bored too.”

At that point, Franklin’s father entered the room. He walked past them and into the open kitchen area. “What are you kids up to?” He greeted as he washed his hands.

 “We’re trying to think of something to do,” Rose answered.

 “Imagine that, an entire castle to explore, and you lot are bored.” He dried his hands and walked back into the living room.

 “It’s not like there’s anything to do in it.” Avery muttered. Neville chuckled and sat down across from them. He took a deep, dramatic breath.

 “Son, I think it’s time I let you in on a little secret.” He motioned for them to gather in tighter. “You can’t tell anyone - got that?” The group nodded their heads. “There are...secret passageways - hidden throughout the castle.”

 Avery let out an annoyed scoff. “Oh sure, we’ve all heard that before. Those are just rumors, Professor.” She sat back and started to pick at her nails, but Frank and Rose exchanged knowing glances.

 They knew a lot of things that Avery didn’t. They knew the real details of what his father had been through, they knew Rose’s uncle, and they knew what their older cousins, Teddy and James, had told them. They smiled at each other.

Rejection November 29th, 2017

It had been almost three months since Rose Weasley had been sorted into Slytherin and she still wasn’t sure of her position within it. Her roommates, Avery Nott and Cassie Warrington, were starting to warm up to and grow on her, but a lot of other kids were still either just avoiding her or whispering about her.

She was determined, however, to not let them get to her. So she sat in the library loft in common room with a book in her hands and her head held high. She’d been studying up on a few second year potions when someone sat down in the chair next to her. She just stiffened her back and turned the page. There was a creak as the person leaned toward her in their chair. She could see then that it was Scorpius Malfoy.

“Second year potions. Getting a little ahead of yourself there, don’t you think Weasley?”

Rose clenched her jaw, but otherwise ignored him.

She hadn’t had the best of interactions with him since her sorting.

During their second week of Charms, which they had with Gryffindors, her cousin Albus had answered a question wrong, and Scorpius felt it necessary to make a snarky comment. “If you’re so smart, why didn’t you answer it?” She’d asked. He didn’t reply.

The next time, they’d gotten into an argument about Quidditch and the origin of the Snitch. They argued about the time and why it came about, for an hour. It only ended when someone hunted down Quidditch Through the Ages in the library and brought it back. Rose was right about both the time and the reason. After that, Scorpius didn’t talk to her for weeks. When he did, it was in private to ask a Quidditch question.

They were paired in Potions, and fought over proper chopping techniques.

They literally collided during a Flying lesson.

Even their passing comments to each other were snarky. All of the animosity between them made others feel like they could treat her the same way, and she didn’t like it.

So when he was sitting next to her, peering into her book, she had to restrain herself from physically assaulting him. She looked up over her book, from her high position she could see the whole of the common room. There were only a few student’s left.

“You’ve been reading that same page now for -” he looked at the clock above them, “ - three minutes now. And here I was thinking you were an excellent reader.”

Rose snapped the book closed and turned to look at him. “Please tell me what it is you want, so that you can go away.”

Scorpius put a hand over his heart in a dramatic manner. “Your words hit like a spell.”

“Scorpius,” she said, her tone a warning.

“Here’s the thing, Weasley. You and I are obviously the best in our class. We are perfectly matched in every way -”

“I’ve actually earned eight more house points than you and my grades are slightly better.”

“Like I said, perfectly matched in every way. So it’s only obvious that I should choose you to be my girlfriend. So, what do you say? Would you care to adorn my arm?”

Rose started at Scorpius. All she could do was blink. Then, her left eye twitched. After a minute of silence, and an ever hardening glare, Scorpius leaned away from her.

“Adorn your arm?” she finally asked, her voice close to a growl. Scorpius swallowed. “Leave. Now.”

“You’ll regret this,” he stammered as he stood. Rose went to reach for her wand.

“Not as much as you will if you don’t leave.”

It was only after Scorpius had retreated all the way to the boys dormitory did Rose go to the girls. She’d burst through the door to her room, startling her roommates.

“What in Salazar’s name has gotten into you?” Avery asked as Rose stomped over to her bed. She slammed her book down on her trunk and started to recant what had just happened.

“Wait, so Malfoy just asked you out?” Cassie asked.

“And you threatened him?” Avery added. Rose nodded. Cassie and Avery burst into laughter.

“That’s mad!” Cassie said.

Name:  Roxanne Solange Weasley

Wand: Dogwood, Unicorn Hair, 11”, Quite Bendy

Birthdate :  January 1st, 2007 Family: George Weasley - Father Angelina Weasley - Mother Fred Weasley II - Brother, older by two years

Attended Hogwarts: 2018-2024

House: Gryffindor

Description: The hair on Roxy’s head knows no bounds, with spirals flying in every which direction around her heart shaped face. She is average height, topping out at 5’ 5” at 16 and she has an hourglass figure, which can be played up or played down to her liking. There are also light freckles sprinkled across her shoulders.

Infos: Roxanne Weasley is a rockstar. At least, that’s how she sees it anyway. She is full of spark and life and spunky as all get out. She has no shame, and no filter. Her mouth often gets her into trouble. But her bubbly attitude and tremendous sense of humor can usually get her out. Or, at least into more shallow waters. She is always go, go, go but sometimes, she sneaks off at night to just sit in silence and stare at the stars.

She has funky tastes in fashion, but usually pulls it off well. Usually.

She hoards sunglasses.

She does have an aloof nature, one that might put some people off. Often times, one can be spinning a story and she’ll ask totally unrelated questions in the middle, as if she is not listening. But she is always listening and will randomly bring up facts much later. She gets, “Wait, you were listening,” quite often.

She can fly fairly well (her aunt Ginny taught her when she was younger) but will only do so for the fun of it as she is not a competitive person. However, she is quick to make and take bets, much like her father. She’s a whiz with numbers, but hardly shows it.

She often get waves of inspiration and motivation and is quick to start projects or groups, but never follows through. She has quite the short attention span.

Questions: What does your room look like? - Oh it’s an absolute disaster. There are clothes everywhere, shoes everywhere, the bed is never made, ever. Because why waste time making the bed? Life’s short, right? My mum let me have purple walls, though. But, I’m thinking of changing them, I’m thinking something in the teal family.

 What’s your greatest fear? - I try not to fear anything. It’s silly. Being afraid of something isn’t going to stop bad stuff from happening to you, is it? No, it’s just going to hold you back from the fun things in life.

 What situation would you lie in? - Any situation where I’m in trouble. Or when telling the truth would get me in trouble.

 What’s your family like? - My dad’s the best! He’s got the joke shop, you know, and he always needs help testing things or coming up with new ideas. My mum’s a bit strict, but if you can make her laugh she’ll calm down a little. My brother’s quiet. I’m sure my parent’s thought he’d end up like my dad, crazy and prankster like, but it all went to me.

 What do you like most about your appearance? - My hair is amazing and you can’t tell me otherwise.

 What do you dislike the most? - I have so many freckles. Like, a few are okay, but why do I have so many? I can’t be outside for ten minutes without getting five more!

 Who are your friends? - I have a lot of friends. I’m pretty good at bouncing from group to group. I spend a lot of time with Dominique and some of her friends, but I also hang out with Longbottom and his friends. My roommates and I are pretty close, too.

 What makes you laugh? - When the unexpected happens. And silly puns and kid jokes - I don’t know why, but they just get me.

Name: Rose Matilda Weasley

Wand: Pine, Dragon Heartstring, 12 ¼”, Slightly Yielding

Birthdate : July 24th, 2006

Family: Ron Weasley - Father Hermione Weasley - Mother Hugo Weasley - Brother, younger by two years

Attended Hogwarts: 2017-2023

House: Slytherin

Description: Rose is just above the average height for girls her age, and has a lean and athletic build. She has her mothers brown eyes, and eyebrows, and her fathers red hair and freckles.

Info: Rose is beyond brilliant, but has a mischievous streak that would rival even that of her uncles. While she does study a little, she still manages top grades without stressing too hard, which leaves her bored and with time on her hands. She loves pulling pranks and is even working on developing a few new spells.

She has a very big competitive streak, and is not above doing a few tricky things to win. She is also mostly not afraid of anything. As such, she strives to hold the Seeker position for her house team.

She is very logical, though sometimes to a fault. That’s not to say that she doesn’t have emotions, she’s just very careful about which ones she shows, when, and to what extent. Even when she seems most relaxed, she’s still probably on guard.

She has a love of Quidditch, a indifference to the rules, and a need to be right.

She wants to one day travel the world on her own.

Questions What book have you read more than once? A lot. A lot, a lot. I love old muggle literature. I’ve got this one copy of Wuthering Heights that doesn’t even have a cover anymore. I suppose I should get a new one, but I can’t bring myself to throw it out. It’s been through a lot with me. There’s also this short story called The Yellow Wallpaper that I adore.

What’s your worst habit? I have a bit of a temper, and a rather large competitive streak. Those two don’t mix well.

If you wrote an autobiography, what would you call it? Rose Weasley: A Cautionary Tale of Contradictions

What’s your biggest fear? Nothing really. I don’t mean to sound bold, but what good does being afraid of something do? I mean, if it’s death you're afraid of, fearing it isn’t going to stop it. Fear isn’t going to stop spiders from existing or murders from killing people. So why be afraid?

Would you rather be hot or cold? I love to bundle up in warm blankets and sit by a fire with a hot cuppa, and you can’t do that during the summer. Not comfortably, at least.

Do you have a favorite food? I absolutely love my grandmother’s cooking. Anything she makes, I will readily inhale.

What do you like most about yourself? Oh, well...not much I supposed. I’ve got nice hair.

Okay, so I got a few votes throughout the night and through this afternoon and the winner is...Rose! She got quite a few votes, that one. Roxy got a few too, and Dante Zabini was requested by sparrowsace so I'll be working on those after I get Rose's finished.

I will! I’m actually working on three different ficlets/drabbles/what have you. If I keep getting these bouts of inspiration, I may even write a whole story. But don’t hold me to it, I tend to lose faith in myself with longer fics. That’s why I started this tumblr. But I will def have more scenes about her, and her and Scorp! And thank you sososo much, I really appreciate it!