Rosie
written by NOT IN USE
Rosalie Hawkins was a normal young girl. She always liked reading fantasy books and her favorite was the Harry potter series. As a child she dreamed of attending Hogwarts and awaited her letter. But as it was, her owl was just a tad late. Follow Rosalie, affectionately called Rosie, through her very unusual Hogwarts years.
Last Updated
05/31/21
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Chapter One
Chapter 2
The silver bucket made a loud thud as I dropped it to the ground, quickly filling it with feed from the burlap sack in the shed behind the stone cottage.
The sun was just beginning to peek up over the hill, and I had already been up for an hour.
Picking up the bucket, I shuffled out the shed, struggling to lift the heavy pail with both hands.
I leaned to the side as I walked up the hill, my fingers turning pink from the chill that hung in the early autumn air.
As I neared the top, my brown leather boot caught in the frosty ground, causing me to topple over, losing my grip on the feed pail.
I hastily stood up, brushing dirt of my apron and scooping the feed back in the bucket.
I was already running late, and losing a quarter of the feed on the ground wasn't helping my day.
Once I reached the top, I opened up the pen and walked to the trough the goats ate from. There were five in total, and as I poured out some of the food I counted their heads. One, two, three, all goats were accounted for.
I turned the hose on, filling up their water.
The largest one, Tilly, gently butted my hip before taking a long drink.
I absentmindedly pet her side before leaving the pen, making sure the door was locked.
I fed the chickens next, collecting their eggs in a wire basket before heading back to the house.
"Morning Nan." I called as I walked through the door.
"Morning Rosie." She smiled, tying her long white hair into a braid.
"Chores are done." I stated, rinsing off the eggs.
"That's good."
In total our hens had laid eight eggs that day, four for breakfast, four for baking. Nan had already begun working on that days loaf of bread, so I pulled out a pot and a pan.
Cracking the eggs in once it had heated, I made Nan scrambled eggs for breakfast, and porridge for myself.
The morning went by quietly, but there was an unspoken question in the air.
Had Nan forgotten my birthday?
There she sat, in her wooden rocker by the fire, mending a hole in one of my dresses without so much as a glance or hint of mischief in my direction.
I finished writing out my letters, noticing how much my handwriting had changed since I started these exercises.
Abruptly, I heard a loud thunk at the door.
I looked up sharply, my eyes glancing from Nan to the door and back again.
"Expecting company?" She asked, to which I shook my head.
She stood up, placing her work in her seat.
She swung open the front door, but there was nothing there.
"Must've been the wind." She muttered, slowly closing the door.
I looked back down, but was interrupted by screams.
My book dropped to the floor at the sight in front of me.
Nan had dropped to the ground, a bright white object frantically trying to stand on her head.
The white owl chirped loudly when it saw me.
"H-hold still.." My words shook as I tentatively walked over, the deep yellow golden eyes staring at mine.
I gently reached forward, untangling strands of hair , section by section, from the owls claw.
To my surprise, it stayed still, even lifting a foot to help me.
I held out my arm, the snow owl, walking across it to perch on my hand.
I curled my fingers around its foot, making sure it wouldn't fall as I inspected it.
The white feathers were all over its body and wings, and they were soft as silk as I pet it. The tips of some feathers were a muddled brown, almost as though they had been dipped in watercolors.
My eyes scanned to its head, and that's when I realized it was holding a letter in its beak.
It chirped once more as I reached for the letter, dropping it into my outstretched hand.
"What is it?" Nan asked, hunched in the corner, obviously still fazed from the incident.
"A letter." The wax seal on the rich parchment envelope was nearly destroyed, so as I could not read the crest. In fact, the whole envelope was a bit worse for the wear. I flipped the envelope over, audibly gasping when my eyes scanned the cursive black letters.
"Well?" Nan inquired, not moving from the corner.
"It's.. It's addressed to me."
And, indeed it was. The cream colored paper read as follows:
Rosalie Hawkins
Stone House on the Hill
Bardsey Island, Wales
"Well, open it!"
I ripped open the paper, my eyes scanning the letter.
"This.. It must be some kind of practical joke."
Nan walked over, scanning the paper with me.
HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY
Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore
(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock,
Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)
Dear Ms. Hawkins,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.
Term begins on 1 September. We await your owl by no later than 31 July.
Yours sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall
Deputy Headmistress
Nan took the page from me, to read the one underneath.
HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY
UNIFORM
First-year students will require:
1. Three sets of plain work robes (black)
2. One plain pointed hat (black) for day wear
3. One pair of protective gloves (dragon hide or similar)
4. One winter cloak (black, with silver fastenings)
Please note that all pupil's clothes should carry name tags.
COURSE BOOKS
All students should have a copy of each of the following:
The Standard Book of Spells (Grade 1)by Miranda Goshawk
A History of Magic by Bathilda Bagshot
Magical Theory by Adalbert Waffling
A Beginner's Guide to Transfiguration by Emeric Switch
One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi by Phyllida Spore
Magical Drafts and Potions by Arsenius Jigger
Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them by Newt Scamander
The Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Protection by Quentin Trimble
OTHER EQUIPMENT
1 wand
1 cauldron (pewter, standard size 2)
1 set glass or crystal phials
1 telescope
1 set brass scales
Students may also bring, if they desire, an owl OR a cat OR a toad.
PARENTS ARE REMINDED THAT FIRST YEARS
ARE NOT ALLOWED THEIR OWN BROOMSTICK
Yours sincerely,
Lucinda Thomsonicle-Pocus
Chief Attendant of Witchcraft Provisions
"I don't think it is a joke dear." Nan said incredulously.
"It must be." I protested.
But apparently Nan didn't hear me.
"September first, why that's only a week from now! Well have to get to the main land tomorrow, take the train to London, we'll need hotel accommodations of course.. Where will we find these books?!"
"Nan!" I interrupted. "You can't possibly be serious!"
Nan's eyes twinkled as with an unspoken secret. "Of course I am dear. Why, it'll be the first time in nearly two hundred years that a Hawkins attended Hogwarts!"
My jaw dropped to the floor. I patted my grandmothers forehead, the owl fidgeting on my other arm.
"Are you okay? Are you coming down with a fever? Are you.. Senile?"
"No,no!" She swatted my hands away, bustling over to the fireplace mantle and pulling down a large thick book.
"Its been so long I started to think it was just family legend.
Why now, hmm?" She muttered to herself, flipping through the pages before finding what she wanted. "All these years.. Not one."
She handed the book to me, and I peered down at the photo taped to the page before dropping it. It was my great great great great grandmother, wearing a Slytherin robe in front of an ancient castle.
"What?" I clutched my head, confused as I sunk into my seat.
In the next hour my grandmother explained it all to me.
Hogwarts was very real, and I came from an unusual magical family that only produced a magic child every hundred or so years. No one knew why, or when they would be born, as it was always random.
"But I'm fifteen, not eleven." I protested, causing Nan's brow to furrow.
"Well, we'll see what that's about when we get there."
"You mean, I really am going?" I asked.
"Of course! Its a once in a lifetime chance!"
"But.. But how will we afford it?"
"Never you mind, Rosie I'll figure it all out. We'll leave in the morning."
That night I went to bed, but I did not sleep.
The letter, the owl perched at the foot of my bed, it all seemed like a dream.
As I soon would find out, it was all too real.
Disclaimer:
I am not Welsh, I am not from the UK, I do not live nor had I ever even heard of Bardsey Island until I googled isles if the UK.
My terminology may be off, and for that I apologize.
I spell color, colour at times and for the life of me I cannot write as Hagrid speaks, or any accent for that matter.
Please bear with me as I'm a Can-Am attempting to write as a Welsh girl.
My name is not Rosalie Hawkins, and I am not Rosalie Hawkins, Rosie is simply a character I created, as who I'd wish to be if I actually attended Hogwarts. My ideal self, you could say. But to the same extent Rosie and I vary differently. The posts made by account are made by me, about me, not Rosalie unless otherwise stated as a RP.
My timeline is off, I know, so please practically throw that out the window as the story progresses. I was unsure who would be headmaster after Dumledore passed, so I will be using McGonagall.
I have a limited knowledge of UK currency, terms and overall the nuances of british life. Again, I apologize.
But, if you all could look past these few things maybe it will be enjoyable to read.
Also, this chapter kind of sucked, alot. I apologize for it being a half filler.
(And yes the letter Said Dumbledore but I was unsure how to word it for it to be Mrs. McGonagall)
The sun was just beginning to peek up over the hill, and I had already been up for an hour.
Picking up the bucket, I shuffled out the shed, struggling to lift the heavy pail with both hands.
I leaned to the side as I walked up the hill, my fingers turning pink from the chill that hung in the early autumn air.
As I neared the top, my brown leather boot caught in the frosty ground, causing me to topple over, losing my grip on the feed pail.
I hastily stood up, brushing dirt of my apron and scooping the feed back in the bucket.
I was already running late, and losing a quarter of the feed on the ground wasn't helping my day.
Once I reached the top, I opened up the pen and walked to the trough the goats ate from. There were five in total, and as I poured out some of the food I counted their heads. One, two, three, all goats were accounted for.
I turned the hose on, filling up their water.
The largest one, Tilly, gently butted my hip before taking a long drink.
I absentmindedly pet her side before leaving the pen, making sure the door was locked.
I fed the chickens next, collecting their eggs in a wire basket before heading back to the house.
"Morning Nan." I called as I walked through the door.
"Morning Rosie." She smiled, tying her long white hair into a braid.
"Chores are done." I stated, rinsing off the eggs.
"That's good."
In total our hens had laid eight eggs that day, four for breakfast, four for baking. Nan had already begun working on that days loaf of bread, so I pulled out a pot and a pan.
Cracking the eggs in once it had heated, I made Nan scrambled eggs for breakfast, and porridge for myself.
The morning went by quietly, but there was an unspoken question in the air.
Had Nan forgotten my birthday?
There she sat, in her wooden rocker by the fire, mending a hole in one of my dresses without so much as a glance or hint of mischief in my direction.
I finished writing out my letters, noticing how much my handwriting had changed since I started these exercises.
Abruptly, I heard a loud thunk at the door.
I looked up sharply, my eyes glancing from Nan to the door and back again.
"Expecting company?" She asked, to which I shook my head.
She stood up, placing her work in her seat.
She swung open the front door, but there was nothing there.
"Must've been the wind." She muttered, slowly closing the door.
I looked back down, but was interrupted by screams.
My book dropped to the floor at the sight in front of me.
Nan had dropped to the ground, a bright white object frantically trying to stand on her head.
The white owl chirped loudly when it saw me.
"H-hold still.." My words shook as I tentatively walked over, the deep yellow golden eyes staring at mine.
I gently reached forward, untangling strands of hair , section by section, from the owls claw.
To my surprise, it stayed still, even lifting a foot to help me.
I held out my arm, the snow owl, walking across it to perch on my hand.
I curled my fingers around its foot, making sure it wouldn't fall as I inspected it.
The white feathers were all over its body and wings, and they were soft as silk as I pet it. The tips of some feathers were a muddled brown, almost as though they had been dipped in watercolors.
My eyes scanned to its head, and that's when I realized it was holding a letter in its beak.
It chirped once more as I reached for the letter, dropping it into my outstretched hand.
"What is it?" Nan asked, hunched in the corner, obviously still fazed from the incident.
"A letter." The wax seal on the rich parchment envelope was nearly destroyed, so as I could not read the crest. In fact, the whole envelope was a bit worse for the wear. I flipped the envelope over, audibly gasping when my eyes scanned the cursive black letters.
"Well?" Nan inquired, not moving from the corner.
"It's.. It's addressed to me."
And, indeed it was. The cream colored paper read as follows:
Rosalie Hawkins
Stone House on the Hill
Bardsey Island, Wales
"Well, open it!"
I ripped open the paper, my eyes scanning the letter.
"This.. It must be some kind of practical joke."
Nan walked over, scanning the paper with me.
HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY
Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore
(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock,
Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)
Dear Ms. Hawkins,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.
Term begins on 1 September. We await your owl by no later than 31 July.
Yours sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall
Deputy Headmistress
Nan took the page from me, to read the one underneath.
HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY
UNIFORM
First-year students will require:
1. Three sets of plain work robes (black)
2. One plain pointed hat (black) for day wear
3. One pair of protective gloves (dragon hide or similar)
4. One winter cloak (black, with silver fastenings)
Please note that all pupil's clothes should carry name tags.
COURSE BOOKS
All students should have a copy of each of the following:
The Standard Book of Spells (Grade 1)by Miranda Goshawk
A History of Magic by Bathilda Bagshot
Magical Theory by Adalbert Waffling
A Beginner's Guide to Transfiguration by Emeric Switch
One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi by Phyllida Spore
Magical Drafts and Potions by Arsenius Jigger
Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them by Newt Scamander
The Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Protection by Quentin Trimble
OTHER EQUIPMENT
1 wand
1 cauldron (pewter, standard size 2)
1 set glass or crystal phials
1 telescope
1 set brass scales
Students may also bring, if they desire, an owl OR a cat OR a toad.
PARENTS ARE REMINDED THAT FIRST YEARS
ARE NOT ALLOWED THEIR OWN BROOMSTICK
Yours sincerely,
Lucinda Thomsonicle-Pocus
Chief Attendant of Witchcraft Provisions
"I don't think it is a joke dear." Nan said incredulously.
"It must be." I protested.
But apparently Nan didn't hear me.
"September first, why that's only a week from now! Well have to get to the main land tomorrow, take the train to London, we'll need hotel accommodations of course.. Where will we find these books?!"
"Nan!" I interrupted. "You can't possibly be serious!"
Nan's eyes twinkled as with an unspoken secret. "Of course I am dear. Why, it'll be the first time in nearly two hundred years that a Hawkins attended Hogwarts!"
My jaw dropped to the floor. I patted my grandmothers forehead, the owl fidgeting on my other arm.
"Are you okay? Are you coming down with a fever? Are you.. Senile?"
"No,no!" She swatted my hands away, bustling over to the fireplace mantle and pulling down a large thick book.
"Its been so long I started to think it was just family legend.
Why now, hmm?" She muttered to herself, flipping through the pages before finding what she wanted. "All these years.. Not one."
She handed the book to me, and I peered down at the photo taped to the page before dropping it. It was my great great great great grandmother, wearing a Slytherin robe in front of an ancient castle.
"What?" I clutched my head, confused as I sunk into my seat.
In the next hour my grandmother explained it all to me.
Hogwarts was very real, and I came from an unusual magical family that only produced a magic child every hundred or so years. No one knew why, or when they would be born, as it was always random.
"But I'm fifteen, not eleven." I protested, causing Nan's brow to furrow.
"Well, we'll see what that's about when we get there."
"You mean, I really am going?" I asked.
"Of course! Its a once in a lifetime chance!"
"But.. But how will we afford it?"
"Never you mind, Rosie I'll figure it all out. We'll leave in the morning."
That night I went to bed, but I did not sleep.
The letter, the owl perched at the foot of my bed, it all seemed like a dream.
As I soon would find out, it was all too real.
Disclaimer:
I am not Welsh, I am not from the UK, I do not live nor had I ever even heard of Bardsey Island until I googled isles if the UK.
My terminology may be off, and for that I apologize.
I spell color, colour at times and for the life of me I cannot write as Hagrid speaks, or any accent for that matter.
Please bear with me as I'm a Can-Am attempting to write as a Welsh girl.
My name is not Rosalie Hawkins, and I am not Rosalie Hawkins, Rosie is simply a character I created, as who I'd wish to be if I actually attended Hogwarts. My ideal self, you could say. But to the same extent Rosie and I vary differently. The posts made by account are made by me, about me, not Rosalie unless otherwise stated as a RP.
My timeline is off, I know, so please practically throw that out the window as the story progresses. I was unsure who would be headmaster after Dumledore passed, so I will be using McGonagall.
I have a limited knowledge of UK currency, terms and overall the nuances of british life. Again, I apologize.
But, if you all could look past these few things maybe it will be enjoyable to read.
Also, this chapter kind of sucked, alot. I apologize for it being a half filler.
(And yes the letter Said Dumbledore but I was unsure how to word it for it to be Mrs. McGonagall)
