𝑻𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒏𝒔 ☆ 𝑅𝑜𝑠𝑎𝑙𝑦𝑛 𝑃𝑜𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟

𝑌𝐸𝐴𝑅 𝑇𝐻𝑅𝐸𝐸 ☆ 3

The next day, Rosalyn got up early. She had been dreaming about that black dog and she was extremely disturbed.

She sighed as she out her dressing gown on and went down to the common room, she didn't know what she would find there, but she couldn't go back to sleep, so, bleary eyed and rosy cheeked, she went down the stairs.

She thought she was alone when she sat herself down on the sofa, but she saw someone else on the other end of it.

"Rosalyn?"

It was Neville.

He was sitting on the sofa, reading a book by the firelight, and he looked at her now, surveying her. She sighed as she saw him, relieved it wasn't a teacher or Sirius Black, but asked. "What're you doing here?"

"Couldn't sleep," said Neville honestly. "I- I had a- nightmare- one- one I haven't had in a long time."

"What was it?" Said Rosalyn, but she regretted asking that immediately, because if he answered, she would have to tell him what her nightmare was like.

"I- erm- well- what are you doing here?"

Rosalyn realised that he didn't want to tell her, so she left the subject alone, and said. "Had a nightmare, same as you, what're you reading?" She asked, interested.

She glanced at Neville's book, and saw instantly that it was muggle, but this only excited Rosalyn more. There was a bookshop in the town Ottery St Catchpole, the town the Burrow was on the outskirts of, and she had visited it many times. She loved muggle fiction, and had read lots of it, so when she saw the book with the title Matilda on it.

"You like Roald Dhal?" Rosalyn asked excitedly.

"Well- yeah," said Neville, blushing. "I didn't expect you to know muggle books." But in reality, his heart was jumping in his chest. The real reason he liked Matilda was because it was about a smart, brave young girl that reminded him of a certain someone.

"Oh, there's a muggle bookshop in my town," said Rosalyn, not phased for a minute. Even if Hermione thought that she was maybe deliberately ignoring it, she wasn't, she genuinely had no idea about Neville's opinion of her.

He smiled, and so did she, and from that moment on, Rosalyn respected Neville as a proper friend, she had always had some level of friendship for him, but she'd always had some height of exasperation, but that had gone, now, and all she felt was happiness, before she faced her tough day of lessons.

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Rosalyn had gone back to bed, and woke up to Hermione's sharp voice, waking her up. The two girls had met up with Ron and Harry in the common room, and the four of them walked to breakfast.

There, McGonagall took Hermione out for a chat about a subject that neither of Rosalyn, Harry or Ron knew about, but she came back looking mildly happy.

"What was that about?" Ron asked.

"So, Rosie, what've we got first?" Hermione changed the subject, but Ron didn't drop it, he carried it on all year.

It turned out that they had a new subject divination, first, and Rosalyn headed away from the breakfast table heartily wishing that it was a good subject.

It turned out to be a funny one. The quartet reached a ladder going up to the classroom when they got where they thought they were supposed to be. Rosalyn climbed it first and the other three followed her.

Rosalyn reached the top and poked her head into a dusty room, filled with the odour of cooking sherry. Tables covered in red, velvet material were scattered around the room, and as Rosalyn properly climbed into it, she saw their Professor for the first time.