Hogwarts..it was a school where if you were sorted into the wrong house, your life would be miserable. Case in point, Rose Tyler. For some reason when she was 11 years old the sorting hat saw something inside of her, something that landed her in Slytherin.
Perhaps it was because she excelled at potions, and wasn't bad at the Dark Arts..but you can only be around greedy and manipulative people for so long before you start picking up their traits..and in Slytherin, if you didn't pick up those traits you would pay for it.
Her first year she was picked on and harassed, until a boy named Harry Saxon stood up for her. Since then, they were the best of friends. Harry though, had a dark side.
The dark side of Harry got more and more cruel as the years progressed and by the time they were in Seventh Year, he had people calling him Master..of course, not in front of Dumbledore or the teachers. It was Harry who came up with the idea of Rose going after Anthony Smith, in Gryffindor, their star Chaser.
It was up to Rose to not only get Anthony to miss the big game...but to convince him..well, that Saxon should be the next Minister of Magic. Regardless of his age. So it was with much trepidation, and a sneer on her lip that she deliberately ran into Anthony Smith.
"Watch where you're going..Giraffe." She said and tossed her long blonde hair over her shoulder. "Are you going to stand there or are you going to pick up my books?" Rose Tyler was known for wearing short skirts and high stockings, today was no exception. Her long lean legs were prominently on display.