14. The Weasley Trait
Rose awoke early that next morning. She always does, often so early the sun has not yet creeped over the horizon to light the sky. It as a natural reflex, she never need to set an alarm, unlike her many cousins. They seemed to have inherited the Weasley trait of sleeping through all manners of natural disasters. She, however, had followed in her mothers footsteps and was a light sleeper. Only when all her family were staying at the Burrow did this become a problem.
She threw both her hands above her head and sighed, already bored. Trying to find something to do, she turned onto her side and looked to see if Cleo was awake. In the bed to her left, lay a peaceful, bow-lipped eleven year old, her hair sprawled across her duck-feather pillow; her head turned slightly to the right, her body half curled, half outstretched across the bed, the covers tucked just below her shoulders.
Rose smiled as she came to the conclusion that someone who looked so tranquil should not be disturbed, and began her homework, textbooks resting upon her knees. She knew that Albus and Cleo would want to copy the harder parts, so thought she should get a step ahead.
As it was Saturday, no lessons were waiting to be attended, no schedule to stick to and no one to tell them what was right or wrong. Besides, Cleo and Albus, of course, who would be told that plenty of times by Rose.