There were many things that Rose Weasley was good at. She was a whiz at Arithmancy, she never had to

There were many things that Rose Weasley was good at. She was a whiz at Arithmancy, she never had to study for Ancient Runes, and half the castle lived in a constant state of nervous anticipation in case they ended up in the middle of her latest prank.

The one thing she absolutely, positively, without a doubt could not do is sing.

When Rose opened her mouth to sing along with the latest Whizzing Fizbees song, her cat screeched and ran for cover. Her roommates clapped their hands over their ears and ran out of the room. If she was at home, her family immediately relocated to the room farthest away from where she was.

Because the one thing that Rose was convinced she was really and truly stellar at was singing.

It all came to head three days before they were due to take their O.W.L.S. She and Al had taken over the Common Room with Scorpius, who was much better at Potions than they could ever hope to be. Someone was playing music in the girl’s dormitory, and the sounds of Taylor Swift (whose extensive catalogue of music had recently become a minor craze amongst the Hogwarts students) came floating down.

And then Rose decided to sing along.

Al and Scorpius froze. They couldn’t leave now, not when they both needed Rose to help them if they wanted to get a decent mark on their Arithmancy exams. But the nail-on-chalkboard sound of Rose’s voice just went on and on.

“Echos!”

Hugo stood on the stairs, his wand pointed at his sister. As she kept singing, a frown appeared on her face. Her voice got softer as her frown deepened, until she stopped singing altogether.

“Merlin’s beard, what’s that awful sound?” she asked, confused.

“That’s you, Rose,” her brother sighed. “That’s what it sounds like when you sing. I’ve been developing that spell for ages so you could hear what you sounded like. Now could you please be quiet so everyone can finish studying?”

Rose stared at her brother, then at Al and Scorpius, who were both working very hard at pretending they didn’t care one bit about the scene in front of them. With a huff, she turned the pages on her Potions textbook.

And began to hum.

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