Grace and Rose

  “Voldemort had a daughter?!” Thomas asked in disbelief.  “Yeah… Hi. I’m Martha.” She stuck out her hand. “I told dear Martha that you would be more than happy to show her around,” Professor Bones squealed happily. “Oh yes,” Thomas said, with his teeth gritted. “We would be honored to show the DAUGHTER OF VOLDEMORT around! I’m Thomas, she’s Jena, and the Niffler is Peach.” “Hi… Um, is Peach a student? I don’t want to be rude, but it’s just that…” Martha trailed off. “Yeah, I’m a student,” I said shyly. Martha smiled.       “Well, I guess it’s almost time for bed, but Peach, can I talk to you in the bathroom really quick?” She asked. I glanced at my friends. They smiled encouragingly. 

  We followed Professor Finnagin and Professor Malfoy to the girl’s bathroom. “Ew, talk about privacy!” Jena exclaimed, under her breath. Then, Malfoy pulled a tap, and the floor parted.  I knew what they were doing. I had learned about it. They had- “Ahh, you came to open the Chamber of Secrets, I see!” Moaning Myrtle was sitting on a pillar above.  “Silence!” Finnegan bellowed. He picked up a book and threw it at her. “Ahh, let’s all throw books at Myrtle then, just because she can’t feel it.” Myrtle muttered. Then she dove into a toilet. “How dramatic!” Thomas mouthed. We all stifled a laugh. “Forget her,” Finnegin sighed. “You know why she’s so unhappy.”  “Why?”Malfoy asked. “She had a crush on Harry Potter, and secretly wished he would die. She wanted to share her toilet with him.”Finnegan snickered. All of a sudden, none of us could hold it back anymore. We burst out laughing, startling the professors.  “RUN!” Jena yelled. We outran...

  Professor Susan Bones, head of the Hufflepuff house ran up and down the hall in tears. “Professor?” Thomas tried to calm her down.  “I let my guard down for ONE MINUTE!” She sobbed. “It’s gone! Vanished. Oh, what will McGonagall say?!”  Suddenly, there was a bright flash of light, and Professor McGonagall appeared. Jena, Thomas, and I exchanged worried looks. “What happened?” McGonagall demanded. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Professor Finnagin slinking away with Professor Malfoy, head of the Slytherin house.  As Professor Bones explained what happened, I motioned for Jena and Thomas to come look. We started to sneak away when- “And just what do you think you’re doing?” asked McGonagall.  “Investigating. Trust us. Something is wrong.” Jena whispered.  “Let them go,” Professor Bones said. “They might find the missing scepter.”

  “Oh well. We should go back out for our next class.” I stated. As we walked to potions, we ran into Taylor Malfoy. She was with two brown haired girls. “Oh. It’s you,” she sighed. “This is Bianca Crabbe. And she, over there, is Macy Goyle. We are like a gang now. Are you and those two also a gang?”  “Yeah, yeah, we are. No, actually, we’re friends.” Jena stated. “Your friends with an animal ?” Macy sneered. Before Thomas could reply, a loud scream erupted through the school.  “ HELP! THE HUFFLEPUFF SCEPTER HAS BEEN STOLEN! ”

  “Thanks guys,” I said quietly. Thomas smiled. “You know why Professor Finnigan is so rude?” asked Jena. “It’s because when he attended Hogwarts as a kid, he always humiliated himself.” “How?” I asked. “Well, he didn’t get the correct wand. Thank goodness we all have ours, or we would end up like him! Anyway, each time he tried to cast a spell, his wand would explode something in his face. That made people laugh, which made him angry, sad, and embarrassed. Now he wants to make everyone take a walk in his shoes. I guess you were his first chosen victim. Sorry about that.” Jena said.

  Then flying lessons came. I had a special made broom just for me. It was small, and said Peach on the side.  As I lined up with the other kids, Professor Seamus Finnigan eyed me suspiciously. “Allright, it’s cute, but let’s not bring our PETS onto the field, thank you.” He said, without even looking at me. “Actually, professor, I’m Peach. Did you receive the letter about me? I’m the niffler.” I started nervously.  “Ahh, yes! The rodent in the class! So sorry for the misconception.” He rolled his eyes, then taught us the lesson. You had to say up, and your broom would fly into your hand. I was the first one with my broom, and Professor Finnigan glanced at me. “Why, everyone, look at the little rodent! She caught her broom! I’d say beginners luck.” He snorted. Everyone laughed, except Jena, Thomas, and I. “She’s not a rodent, she’s a niffler. And she has a name, you know.” Thomas said under his breath. “What was that, Mr. Tonks?” Professor Finnigin sneered...

       A couple days later, I was assigned a project with two Gryffindors. I was really nervous, because I didn’t know if they knew I was… well… a niffler. I was led to a boy and a girl. The boy looked really familiar, but I couldn’t place it.  Then I pulled out my Harry Potter chocolate frog card and held it up in front of the boy. He laughed. “YOU’RE JAMES?!” I yelled. He laughed some more.  “Yup. You must be Peach. I’m a second year.” He motioned to the girl. “This here is Rose.”  I almost jumped out of my fur.  “ROSE WEASLEY?!”  “Yeah. Hi. Can we please get this over with?” she scoffed. We completed our assignment, and said our goodbyes.  I never saw any of them again. I miss James sometimes, but I am okay without Rose. I wish I got to know James better. We could have been friends.

  I think the reason people stared at the platform was because they had never seen a Niffler there before. Yes, I, Peach, was going to attend Hogwarts! My parents had never been so proud.  The train ride was okay, even though nobody sat with me. That was fine, though. I needed to catch up on my naps. I also ordered some chocolate frogs, and checked my card: Harry Potter. He was the boy who lived. It’s 2016 now, and I think his kids are attending. I hope I get the Gryffindor house so I can meet them! The boat ride was good. Everyone was still staring at me. Then, the sorting came along. After Professor McGonagall called my name, everyone stared at me some more. A Niffler? Attending Hogwarts? Impossible. But I held my head high.  The second the hat touched my head, it sorted me into Hufflepuff! Not Gryffindor, but I was okay with that. After I sat down to eat, the other fellow Hufflepuffs introduced themselves.  My best friend was probably Jena Diggory. Or Thomas...

                               HAPPY BIRTHDAY, ROSE!! Hello guys! Today is a very special day. No, not that it's April 10th. No, not that it's a Saturday. No, not that it's the 100th day of the year. IT'S ROSE'S BIRTHDAY!! Here is a blog post dedicated to my sister. FUN FACTS: - Rose's birthday is the 100th day of the year - Rose has written all of the blog posts, except for this one, of course. I, (Grace) tell Rose what the post should be about, and she types out the WHOLE ENTIRE THING.* - Rose has written a book called Peach Wish. It is not published, but we will post bit by bit of the story on this blog. - Rose prefers chocolate to vanilla. HAPPY BIRTHDAY, ROSE!! * It's true! Sometimes, Grace is too tired, and I realize we're overdue for a post. Luckily I can think of a theme quick, eh?

  Life in a castle was nothing like my old life. You couldn't laugh out loud, you had to practice table manners, and worst of all? I couldn't ride Wisp! "Da-ad," I groaned. "Why can't we go back to normal?" My father, who was now king, just smiled. "You'll get used to it." he assured me.  But I wouldn't get used to it. Not in a million years. "Your just saying that 'cause your power hungry," I grumbled.  "BE-cause, my dear," said the queen from behind me. "A princess should never shorten her speech." That was another rule. As much as I already hated  my stepmother, her rules were worse. I liked how kind she was to me, but she was a tad controlling. 

 Click on the picture to make it bigger. We were nice. No diagonal words.