"Wild Child" - Chapter 1
Hello, Gents and Ladies! I have a fabulous announcement! I have started writing a new Harry Potter fanfiction that I am thrilled to write! It shall be dubbed "Wild Child". It is a Next Generation fic and I've already written the first chapter. It's a Rose/Scorpius fic but that doesn't mean Rose didn't have any fun beforehand. Imagine, 9 gorgeous best friends going through their 7th year, partying until the last drop of Firewhiskey has been drunk and the last person has passed out. Hogwarts will never be the same. And neither will they.
Title: Wild Child
Author: moi, barbie_speidel
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Rose/Scorpius and tons of OC/OC
I’ve always liked blondes. My friends and I even thought up a name for the type of guy I like: BLT.
Blond, Lanky and Tall.
And well…. God damn it, Scorpius fit all three.
It’s not my fault he was the perfect guy for me.
Everyone always thought I was like my mom: smart, rule-oriented, emotional... And well, I am smart! But I got my father’s love of adventure and general disregard of authority figures. For example, if a teacher tells me to be quiet, I start talking louder. They tell me to shut up, I start singing my personal favorite, “Mom Washed My Underwear.” Let us just say that my mother hates it when I sing that song.
And the funny thing is if a teacher thinks I’m not paying attention, they ask me a question and I immediately answer correctly. It’s the same thing with all my friends. We are all annoyingly funny, smart, and beautiful. We love flaunting the fact we are better than you.
Deal with it.
With my dark auburn hair and almost-black eyes, people always said I look mysterious somehow. All I know is that I become a Ferra Fawcett look-a-like when my hair dries naturally.
My best friend, Carmen, is a tall brunette with a slight Spanish accent and smoldering eyes that sometimes get even me distracted. Her tanned skin is there year-round and she always wears her long, wavy hair down. The funny thing is that behind this cool demeanor, she is really self-conscious and is always nervous around boys. That is why she is usually just friends with the opposite sex. But, I know one day her vow will crack.
My other friends, Louisa and Aoife, are hilarious and they finish our little quartet. Aoife has the cute Irish accent, long dirty blond hair and wide brown eyes that make her look like Bambi. Louisa has dark brown hair and piercing blue eyes. With her ivory complexion, she is one of those classic beauties.
We are all loud and lively together but when you come to talk to us, we put up a façade and pretend we are cold-hearted bitches. This only happens though if you approach us as a group. We do this because our tight-knit group is rank with secrets and we don’t want you knowing that we aren’t as perfect as you think we are.
I have a good home life, I guess. My parents fight over the stupidest things and they all of a sudden they start fighting over who cares for me more. I mean, isn’t that just plain stupid? But ten minutes later, they cuddle. In front of me. I get traumatized constantly. My little brother Hugo just pretends we are not his family in public. And I am not one of those teenagers who hates their parents. I’m one of those sad people that, at the age of 17, still calls her parents mommy and daddy.
The thing is, though, my mom is a raving pessimist with serious depression and my dad has never learned that when you grow up, you have to give a shit about your health. And money. And your family. He loves us, don’t get me wrong. He even gets lovey-dovey and squishes my face sometimes. It’s just that he never learned to share. He lost a brother in the war and that always troubled him. I still hear him crying sometimes, murmuring to himself about the look on his mother’s face when she found out Fred died. I think that was what hit him hardest. Cause, honestly, he is the biggest mommy’s boy you will ever meet. He goes around life like he could die any moment and he might as well live life to the fullest. My mom, however, is cautious and hates how my father doesn’t care that the road he is on is going to a place she doesn’t like.
Also the fact that my aunt Ginny, my favorite relative, is heavily bipolar and crashes a lot doesn’t help. I love her and I can still see the woman Uncle Harry fell in love with and still loves. The problem is that no one else can. Somehow, she understands me so much better than my mom. I love my mom and I love talking to her but Aunt Ginny understands me on a wholly different level of consciousness. I love my cousins and everything but it seems that whenever there are family reunions, I go out with her when she goes to smoke and we talk about everything. Religion, food, and how awesome “Lord of the Rings” is, to name a few of our conversation topics. My aunt became really religious after the war and she was the first one to get me fascinated in religion.
See, my problem is that I am really curious. Tell me about a good band from Uzbekistan and I will start researching modern music in the Former Soviet Union. Talk to me about how good food is in Angola, I will research cuisine of North Africa and the history of Portuguese travels. And when you start me talking about religion, I can blab and blab forever. I actually love history and I pay attention in History of Magic class. I know, I am pathetic. But, come on, someone has to take notes when all my friends nap. Not that we need notes but when we gossip in the library, we have to at least look like we are studying. And trust me, my curiosity will be my downfall one day.
Carmen never really tells people what her life outside of Hogwarts except for her friends, obviously. Her father left her mother just after first year started and I was the one who found her crying, crumpled up in our dormitory. I had never seen anyone look so vulnerable. That day, we skipped classes and talked all day. That was when we become best friends and we have been inseparable since. Her father had been cheating on her mother, Vanessa, with some ugly bitch called Kristen and left Vanessa to go “shack up” with the ugly bitch, or U.B. for short. Carmen never forgave her father for tearing apart their family.
Louisa’s father died in first year, as well. We all seemed to have been brought together by tragedy. What Erin went through was something no eleven year old should. She had to take care of her father and all the pressure to make sure her father had his medication or had eaten properly made her snap. It all happened during Christmas break and when she came back, she was a completely different person. Louisa always hides how she feels but it doesn’t always work. She has a real temper and whenever you do anything to cross her, you know you won’t be able to sit down right for a week.
Aoife has had lots of bad boyfriends through the years. She is currently dating her childhood best friend, Matthew, who she has dated tons of times before. This is the first time they have dated for more than two months so we are all pretty pumped.
The only people out side of our group that we talk to are Scorpius and his group of friends. All of us are in different houses and now in this modern age, no one gives a crap what house you are in. I’m in Gryffindor with Carmen and Louisa but Aoife is in Hufflepuff. We had all become best friends on the train and nothing has changed. Scorpius is in Slytherin with his pal Sean and Matthew is in Hufflepuff with Aoife and Albus and David are in Gryffindor with me.
Scorpius, with his pale blond hair and smoky grey eyes, is the epitome of sex to me. Not like I ever told anyone (except for Carmen). There was just something about how you can see his defined chest through his shirt and the way his hair just covered his eyes so that you never could see the emotion in them. His casual elegance and deep, calming voice did not help my coherence when I talked to him. I seemed to always stutter or my tongue always seems to become useless whenever I am around him.
Sean is a fellow carrot top with pale green eyes. He is adorable to me like a puppy and Louisa silently pines for him. I mean, we all see how she looks at him. And we always press her to act upon her feelings but she always says that she doesn’t like him.
Matthew is tall, slightly gangly, with sandy blond hair and kind, chocolate brown eyes. He is, of course, the perfect match for Aoife but they always break up cause of some stupid little miscommunication.
Albus is the spitting image of his father, with messy jet black hair and emerald green eyes that always get me to spill my guts. He’s my cousin and I have to love him. It does help though that when he and David are in the same room, my ribs hurt from laughing so hard. David, with his curly black hair, coffee colored skin, and caramel eyes is as smooth as chocolate. But, don’t get any weird ideas about me and him: he is my best guy friend and he is the brother I wish I had. He’s the witty, silky one while Albus is the boisterous, slightly egotistical one.
With Carmen, Albus, David, and me in the Gryffindor common room (Louisa can often be found roaming around in the dungeons, trying to bump into Sean), we seem to ooze the elegant confidence that wannabes kill themselves for. We can’t help it if we happen to have awesome lives and you don’t.
“Hey, Rose, wanna join our Exploding Snap game or are you gonna keep on staring out the window with drool rolling down your chin?” Carmen hollered at me, even though she was right next to me. Everyone laughed and I wiped the drool from my face, wondering if I had looked as sad as I imagined I did.
“Yeah, yeah, I’ll join, I’m sorry if I have better things to do than play a game where my eyebrows may get blown off.” I retorted with, trying to get my brain into gear.
“Whatever, I’m just trying to entertain ourselves on this immensely long journey to Hogwarts without resorting to Truth or Dare, cause the food cart hasn’t come by yet and conversation isn’t nearly as entertaining if you are not participating.”
I plastered a grin on my face. I mean, I am really happy to be back home again. Hogwarts is my home and there is no denying. With all the secret passages, funny talking paintings, and sneaking down to the kitchen on Saturday nights to stockpile food while the boys make a booze run to Hogsmeade, it is every wild child’s dream. And this year, Rose Weasley was going to live her life to the fullest and break as many hearts as possible, and maybe have a couple laughs and hangovers along the way.
Title: Wild Child
Author: moi, barbie_speidel
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Rose/Scorpius and tons of OC/OC
I’ve always liked blondes. My friends and I even thought up a name for the type of guy I like: BLT.
Blond, Lanky and Tall.
And well…. God damn it, Scorpius fit all three.
It’s not my fault he was the perfect guy for me.
Everyone always thought I was like my mom: smart, rule-oriented, emotional... And well, I am smart! But I got my father’s love of adventure and general disregard of authority figures. For example, if a teacher tells me to be quiet, I start talking louder. They tell me to shut up, I start singing my personal favorite, “Mom Washed My Underwear.” Let us just say that my mother hates it when I sing that song.
And the funny thing is if a teacher thinks I’m not paying attention, they ask me a question and I immediately answer correctly. It’s the same thing with all my friends. We are all annoyingly funny, smart, and beautiful. We love flaunting the fact we are better than you.
Deal with it.
With my dark auburn hair and almost-black eyes, people always said I look mysterious somehow. All I know is that I become a Ferra Fawcett look-a-like when my hair dries naturally.
My best friend, Carmen, is a tall brunette with a slight Spanish accent and smoldering eyes that sometimes get even me distracted. Her tanned skin is there year-round and she always wears her long, wavy hair down. The funny thing is that behind this cool demeanor, she is really self-conscious and is always nervous around boys. That is why she is usually just friends with the opposite sex. But, I know one day her vow will crack.
My other friends, Louisa and Aoife, are hilarious and they finish our little quartet. Aoife has the cute Irish accent, long dirty blond hair and wide brown eyes that make her look like Bambi. Louisa has dark brown hair and piercing blue eyes. With her ivory complexion, she is one of those classic beauties.
We are all loud and lively together but when you come to talk to us, we put up a façade and pretend we are cold-hearted bitches. This only happens though if you approach us as a group. We do this because our tight-knit group is rank with secrets and we don’t want you knowing that we aren’t as perfect as you think we are.
I have a good home life, I guess. My parents fight over the stupidest things and they all of a sudden they start fighting over who cares for me more. I mean, isn’t that just plain stupid? But ten minutes later, they cuddle. In front of me. I get traumatized constantly. My little brother Hugo just pretends we are not his family in public. And I am not one of those teenagers who hates their parents. I’m one of those sad people that, at the age of 17, still calls her parents mommy and daddy.
The thing is, though, my mom is a raving pessimist with serious depression and my dad has never learned that when you grow up, you have to give a shit about your health. And money. And your family. He loves us, don’t get me wrong. He even gets lovey-dovey and squishes my face sometimes. It’s just that he never learned to share. He lost a brother in the war and that always troubled him. I still hear him crying sometimes, murmuring to himself about the look on his mother’s face when she found out Fred died. I think that was what hit him hardest. Cause, honestly, he is the biggest mommy’s boy you will ever meet. He goes around life like he could die any moment and he might as well live life to the fullest. My mom, however, is cautious and hates how my father doesn’t care that the road he is on is going to a place she doesn’t like.
Also the fact that my aunt Ginny, my favorite relative, is heavily bipolar and crashes a lot doesn’t help. I love her and I can still see the woman Uncle Harry fell in love with and still loves. The problem is that no one else can. Somehow, she understands me so much better than my mom. I love my mom and I love talking to her but Aunt Ginny understands me on a wholly different level of consciousness. I love my cousins and everything but it seems that whenever there are family reunions, I go out with her when she goes to smoke and we talk about everything. Religion, food, and how awesome “Lord of the Rings” is, to name a few of our conversation topics. My aunt became really religious after the war and she was the first one to get me fascinated in religion.
See, my problem is that I am really curious. Tell me about a good band from Uzbekistan and I will start researching modern music in the Former Soviet Union. Talk to me about how good food is in Angola, I will research cuisine of North Africa and the history of Portuguese travels. And when you start me talking about religion, I can blab and blab forever. I actually love history and I pay attention in History of Magic class. I know, I am pathetic. But, come on, someone has to take notes when all my friends nap. Not that we need notes but when we gossip in the library, we have to at least look like we are studying. And trust me, my curiosity will be my downfall one day.
Carmen never really tells people what her life outside of Hogwarts except for her friends, obviously. Her father left her mother just after first year started and I was the one who found her crying, crumpled up in our dormitory. I had never seen anyone look so vulnerable. That day, we skipped classes and talked all day. That was when we become best friends and we have been inseparable since. Her father had been cheating on her mother, Vanessa, with some ugly bitch called Kristen and left Vanessa to go “shack up” with the ugly bitch, or U.B. for short. Carmen never forgave her father for tearing apart their family.
Louisa’s father died in first year, as well. We all seemed to have been brought together by tragedy. What Erin went through was something no eleven year old should. She had to take care of her father and all the pressure to make sure her father had his medication or had eaten properly made her snap. It all happened during Christmas break and when she came back, she was a completely different person. Louisa always hides how she feels but it doesn’t always work. She has a real temper and whenever you do anything to cross her, you know you won’t be able to sit down right for a week.
Aoife has had lots of bad boyfriends through the years. She is currently dating her childhood best friend, Matthew, who she has dated tons of times before. This is the first time they have dated for more than two months so we are all pretty pumped.
The only people out side of our group that we talk to are Scorpius and his group of friends. All of us are in different houses and now in this modern age, no one gives a crap what house you are in. I’m in Gryffindor with Carmen and Louisa but Aoife is in Hufflepuff. We had all become best friends on the train and nothing has changed. Scorpius is in Slytherin with his pal Sean and Matthew is in Hufflepuff with Aoife and Albus and David are in Gryffindor with me.
Scorpius, with his pale blond hair and smoky grey eyes, is the epitome of sex to me. Not like I ever told anyone (except for Carmen). There was just something about how you can see his defined chest through his shirt and the way his hair just covered his eyes so that you never could see the emotion in them. His casual elegance and deep, calming voice did not help my coherence when I talked to him. I seemed to always stutter or my tongue always seems to become useless whenever I am around him.
Sean is a fellow carrot top with pale green eyes. He is adorable to me like a puppy and Louisa silently pines for him. I mean, we all see how she looks at him. And we always press her to act upon her feelings but she always says that she doesn’t like him.
Matthew is tall, slightly gangly, with sandy blond hair and kind, chocolate brown eyes. He is, of course, the perfect match for Aoife but they always break up cause of some stupid little miscommunication.
Albus is the spitting image of his father, with messy jet black hair and emerald green eyes that always get me to spill my guts. He’s my cousin and I have to love him. It does help though that when he and David are in the same room, my ribs hurt from laughing so hard. David, with his curly black hair, coffee colored skin, and caramel eyes is as smooth as chocolate. But, don’t get any weird ideas about me and him: he is my best guy friend and he is the brother I wish I had. He’s the witty, silky one while Albus is the boisterous, slightly egotistical one.
With Carmen, Albus, David, and me in the Gryffindor common room (Louisa can often be found roaming around in the dungeons, trying to bump into Sean), we seem to ooze the elegant confidence that wannabes kill themselves for. We can’t help it if we happen to have awesome lives and you don’t.
“Hey, Rose, wanna join our Exploding Snap game or are you gonna keep on staring out the window with drool rolling down your chin?” Carmen hollered at me, even though she was right next to me. Everyone laughed and I wiped the drool from my face, wondering if I had looked as sad as I imagined I did.
“Yeah, yeah, I’ll join, I’m sorry if I have better things to do than play a game where my eyebrows may get blown off.” I retorted with, trying to get my brain into gear.
“Whatever, I’m just trying to entertain ourselves on this immensely long journey to Hogwarts without resorting to Truth or Dare, cause the food cart hasn’t come by yet and conversation isn’t nearly as entertaining if you are not participating.”
I plastered a grin on my face. I mean, I am really happy to be back home again. Hogwarts is my home and there is no denying. With all the secret passages, funny talking paintings, and sneaking down to the kitchen on Saturday nights to stockpile food while the boys make a booze run to Hogsmeade, it is every wild child’s dream. And this year, Rose Weasley was going to live her life to the fullest and break as many hearts as possible, and maybe have a couple laughs and hangovers along the way.