"The sorting's a lot scarier than it sounds but it's easy," said Harry, grinning. "You'll love it in Gryffindor, trust me."
Trying to process all this information, a whole new doubt emerged in her mind. What if she was not sorted into Gryffindor? Would she be able to ask Dumbledore to put her in Gryffindor instead of risking separation? She could not handle a floating honey jar, let alone not having Harry around to help her. Snapping out of her thoughts, she realized that they were the only ones in the room.
"They went to get more blankets. It can get a little chilly at night." Reaching into his pocket, he gave back her necklace. "Percy wanted to study it. He said he's never seen a charm that advanced but I told him it's sentimental. Don't be nervous, Rosie. When Hedwig gets back, you can write to Mina, if you want."
"Where is she?" asked Rosalie, unzipping her suitcase.
"I sent a letter to Sirius yesterday." He briefly touched the lightning bolt scar on his forehead. "It was hurting when I woke up from this weird dream. I don't want to worry Ron or Hermione so I'd rather keep it between us."
"Can't be any weirder than mine," she countered. "Did you imagine Dudley turning into a monster pig with a laser snout?"
Harry shut the door before telling her about his dream. To him, she seemed to be listening patiently, like she usually did when he needed to vent about her family or his adventures during the school year, but on the inside, she was thinking that she had gone insane. His dream sounded eerily like her own on the same morning, when she had woken up in the Becker's kitchen. She wondered if their magic somehow connected, a side effect of her breaking through her aunt's charm aside from the miniature earthquake.
Rosalie had just drifted off to sleep when she was being shaken awake by Mrs. Weasley. The lack of sunlight suggested it was extremely early in the morning. Lifting her head, she saw Mrs. Weasley jostle Ginny and after the seventh try and groggy muttering, she was successful, leaving the room as Ginny rolled out of the bed, curled up in her blanket. Hermione was barely awake herself, blindly reaching for her trunk just out of arm's reach. As Rosalie rifled through her suitcase for an outfit, Mrs. Weasley returned, urging them to get downstairs for a quick breakfast.
As they walked downstairs, Ginny moved about as slow as a turtle, dragging her cheek against the wall. Rosalie saved her from tumbling down the last step, receiving a muffled thanks in return. Mr. Weasley and the boys, except for Bill, Charlie, and Percy, were seated around the table in the kitchen while Mrs. Weasley ladled porridge into bowls. She stifled a laugh at Mr.
Weasley's attire, his sweater similar to one her father wore on golf outings with business partners and his baggy jeans.The boys, like Ginny and Hermione, were half asleep and definitely not morning people, a fact she already knew with Harry who responded to attempts at being woken up with pillows to the face. Fred and George suddenly sprang up from their chairs, lowering themselves into bows.
"Good morning, m'lady," said Fred, pulling out an empty chair.
Sitting at the table, across from an unamused Harry, George slid over his bowl. "We trust you slept well in our lovely abode? The weather certainly agrees with your complexion." Hearing a quiet scoff, he turned towards Ginny. "Perhaps you could give our dear sister a few pointers. She's starting to look like our great aunt Muriel."
Ginny snarled like an angry lion about to pounce on its prey. At a pointed look from her mother, tapping the table with a wooden spoon, she settled for making a rude hand gesture under her sleeve. Mrs. Weasley further prevented any fighting by standing right beside her to pour porridge into her bowl.
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