RITA SKEETER WRITES: DOES ROSE WEASLEY HAVE WHAT IT TAKES?
In a display of diplomacy rarely shown by the Weasley family, Rose Weasley, daughter of Hermione Granger and Ronald Weasley, in fact requested this interview, offering me an exclusive visit to her house in Brighton so we could sit down and have a chat like two civilised witches.
“I don’t know why my relatives haven’t offered,” Rose says, pouring out two cups of tea. Her home, a two-storey house the rest of us would only have dreamed of in our early twenties, overlooks the ocean, and is shared by Rose’s partner, the infamous Scorpius Malfoy. “I’d much rather the public heard about my life through my mouth, not a Quick-Quotes Quill. Just don’t call me Rosie in the article and we’ll get along great.”
“I’ve just started as lead designer at my uncle’s company, WWW,” Rose says. “Scorpius works in marketing there, so it’s nice that we get to work and live together. It’s a great job.” The vivacious redhead, looking relaxed in a pair of jeans and one of her boyfriend’s t-shirts, chose to work in the joke shop after graduation, despite her parents’ wishes. “Mum and Dad love George, obviously, but they wanted something more stable for me. Mum was pushing for me to go into the Ministry, but I don’t think I could abide by all those stiff robes and difficult bureaucracy. I have a lot more freedom at WWW.”
Rose caused quite a splash at Hogwarts when she was sorted into Slytherin. Early bets had been placed on her getting into Ravenclaw. “I suppose I’ve always been determined to make my own way. Mum and Dad’s support has always been great but I don’t want to rely on them. I’ve worked for everything I have so far, and I suppose the Sorting Hat saw that ambition in me when it placed me in Slytherin.”
Generous and open-minded, it seems that Rose Weasley will go far in life, and I for one offer her my best wishes. Pick up our next copy of Witch Weekly to see my one-on-one interview with the bad boy business man, Scorpius Malfoy.
AMENDMENT: Upon returning to my office after the publication of this article, I was reminded of the gift Miss Weasley offered to me at the conclusion of our interview. When opened, I was delighted to see a selection of sweet treats waiting for me. Unfortunately, after consuming one homemade toffee (I must watch my figure, dear readers), my tongue swelled up to enormous proportions, resulting in a visit to St. Mungos. Perhaps my well wishes for Rosie were offered too soon.
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