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They say, don’t judge a book by its cover. But Slytherin House was an exception. It’s safe to say that Slytherin is full of nutjobs. Even though everyone is saying that Slytherin has changed for the better, ever since Voldemort was vanquished by Uncle Harry (that story never goes old...), henceforth no need for death eaters to be stereotyped into Slytherin, I still think they all look dodgy.
While I was contemplating the Slytherins’, I was failing to notice that Albus was trying to get my attention.
“Roxy? Are you with us?” Al was prodding me with his incredibly pointy finger. Which will be broken in a minute!
“Al, stop it! You never know what could come out that thing, especially with you holding it!” James snatched the wand from Albus and put it in his robe pocket, “I’ll give it back to you later.” He said, giving him a reproachful look.
While Al was kicking James under the table, with some ending up to me, I saw Professor McGonagall stand up, ready for her annual hour long speech. At least do it after pudding, I thought. Lucy was telling James and Albus to give it a rest before they got us all into trouble.
“New comers, old students, welcome back, to another year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. I hope you are settled and ready for a busy, academic year. Now, just a few reminders for first years...,” I tuned out at this point, knowing the rules off by heart, already having broken 2 of them. When she turned 12, Fred, who was 14 at the time, wanted only the best birthday party for her. So he invited everyone to an “After Curfew Party” in the Forbidden Forest. I don’t really see the danger in the forest anyway. The centurs seem nice enough, especially Firenze who apparently knew my family while they were at Hogwarts, cool huh? Eventually we got caught by Filtch, the old git, who spotted us when Fred let off a fire free firework which erupted into a dragon high above the trees. What an idiot! Filtch wanted us all to be hung upside down by the ankles for a day, for that! Obviously, McGonagall would never allow it, but we had to have detention for the whole term, not so bad, everyone blamed Fred, so it was fine for me.
“... and we have a new Potions Teacher, after Professor Slughorn has gone into retirement.
“Finally!” James said, a bit too loudly.
“Now will you all give a warm welcome to Professor Davis!”
Professor Davis was a short, fat man, not much different to Professor Slughorn. He didn't look anything special, but, I never judge someone by their appearence. Honestly! I was trying to hear if there was anything going on this year in the speech, but I was soon distracted by Lily tapping my shoulder.
“Roxy? Is it true that if you go in the Forbidden Forest, you have to give blood to a vampire to let you in?” Lily looked at me with a pleading look in his eye. I looked at James, who was nodding and winking aggressively. Only one thing for it...
“Oh yeah, for my birthday, I had a party in the forest, and this gross vampire came up to me and asked me for a pint of blood."
“Did you give it to him?” Lily asked in disbelief.
“Oh yeah, still got the fang scars on my neck, wanna see?” As I started to pull down my collar, Lily gave a huge squeal, which caught the attention of the whole Gryffindor table and a few bored Hufflepuffs.
“Stop teasing her Roxy! You too James. How could you scare a little kid like that?” butted in Lucy, looking all smug, “Besides, you won’t find out about the vampire rumour because you aren’t allowed in there,” she said looking at Albus, “because if you do, I won’t be afraid to report you.” Flashing her prefect badge. Penelope Lopez got the job as Head Girl, much to the annoyance of Lucy.
Me and James looked at each other for just a second, but we both knew what each other was thinking, “We’ll see about that!"
After we all finished pudding, after the speech of never ending, thanks to Professor McGonagall. Penelope was guiding the terrified first years to the common room. Lily was close behind her. I was about to mount the stair when something caught my eye by the pillars. I saw Rose lagging behind, talking to a boy with silvery hair and pointy features. A Malfoy, had to be. Uncle Ron warned her of them on her first year, it was kind of a ritual to every Potter/Weasley kid. But obviously Rose put aside her father’s warning, hence the laughter going on between both of them. I have to keep an eye on this, I thought.
“Comin’ Rox? What are you staring at?” James was pushing aside confused Hufflepuff first years, just in time to see Rose and the Malfoy kid exchange a handshake, “What in the name of Merlin’s baggy Y fronts is going on over there? Isn’t that a little Malfoy I see before me?” James looked almost angry, which was very unusual.
“I believe so,” I said, watching Malfoy stare at Rose while she caught up with the rest of the Gryffindor’s, “I’ll have a chat with her."
“You do that, before I put a hex on that little ferret!”At that moment, I realised how much James is like his father, in appearance and personality. His voice amplified across the hallway, making Malfoy turn to look at James. If looks could kill, James was brutally murdering him. I nudged him. “Ow, what the..."
“We don’t even know him, James, he could be different?” I tried to reason, but he just skulked off towards the staircase.
I looked back to Malfoy had been standing, but he must have scurried off after he saw James. Malfoy Senior must have warned the boy of the Potter’s and Weasley’s, telling him to stay clear, but why talk to Rose. Weird indeed...
“Long time no see, stranger,” before I could turn around, someone put hands over her eyes, “Guess who?”
“Get off me, Scamander, if you know what’s good for you!” I elbowed my attacker in the ribs and turned around just in time to see a flash of moon light, which was the colour of Lorcan Scamander’s hair. He was taller than I last seen him, he was almost a whole head taller than me now. He's quite thin, but had a great build for a keeper in Quiddich, as he proved last year, when they lowered the Quiddich team to 12+. He gave me the lopsided smile that made me feel all "sunshine and lollypops".
“Hi Rocky, how was your summer?” He had a similar voice to his mother’s, like he was in a dream, but his voice has broken since I last saw him.
“Helped out in the joke shop a bit, but other than that, nothing much, you?”
“My family, me and Ly went to Finland to go hunting for Crimbies, did you know they are very skilled at making soup, did you know?”
“Orc, do you really believe in this stuff?” He looked at me almost insulted.
“Course I do!” After holding an almost convincing annoyed face, he cracked a smile, “Come on, I’ll tell you about the rest of my holiday in the common room, let me just say goodbye to Ly.” Lorcan was the first ever Scamander/Lovegood to ever be in Gryffindor, while his twin Lysander kept up the family tradition by being in Ravenclaw. Lorcan and Lysander almost look identical, except Ly dyed some of his hair purple. He’s very patriotic towards his House. He was the cookier twin.
“Go on then, but hurry up, I wanna get a good bed...”
As soon as me and Orc set foot in the Gryffindor common room, we could already sense the tension levels at critical.
"Shut up James, you don't even know him!"
"Rose, he treats you like crap. All I heard last year was how you hated him and wished him dead! Now you're standing up for him?"
"People change, James! I wish that happened to you, cause you're such a dickhead!"
"Rose, you heard your Dad, the Malfoys' are a bunch of killers! His dad and his grandad were Death Eaters for Merlin's sake! Isn't that a big enough clue for you? Or are you too stupid?"
I saw Rose going for her wand, with the shade of redin her face. Very common in our family. I was about to go grab that thing before she did any lasting damage, but she seemed to have second thoughts, because she walked away, but not before she did her famous hair flick, which made the air around her look on fire.
"Don't you walk away from me Rose! We need to talk about this, right now! Rose? ROSE!" James was shaking, like a bomb about to go off. He started to walk slowly to where Rose exited, then he broke into a full out sprint. Al got up from his fire side chair to grab James in mid-run.
"No James! Leave her. I hate it when you shout!" Lily was crying while Al and James were wrestling on the floor.
"James, leave it till tomorrow, when you-, I mean, when we have all calmed down, yeah?" Orc put a hand on Jame's shoulder and guided him slowly to a vacant chair. Orc turned back to look at me and gave me a reassuring wink. Orc, always the coolest ice cube in the freezer.
From all the drama, I wanted to check on Rose. As much as I agree with James, with the whole "Death-Eater-child" thing, but I do love her enough to try and have to have a heart to heart with her. I looked around the common room, all was quiet know. James was trying to flog some of my dad's merchandise to some innocent first years. Looked like Fanged Frisbee's, better step in. But, thinking about it further, all the money goes to dad, ergo, it goes to me. Maybe I'll let them off.
I plonked myself on the squishy chair and descided to have some shut eye. But something was itching at the back of my mind, I scanned the room again. There was something missing...
"ROXY!!!" There it is.
"OMG! Roxy, how are you? I've missed ya sooooooooo much!!! How's Fred? Is he still getting hotter by the day? I just saw him briefly in the Great Hall, but what I saw did NOT disappoint! He is just one hot piece of-"
"Nice to see you too, Ivy," Ivy was a right South London girl, proper old school. She wore low-cut tops and a skirt that was the size of an average belt in her free time, and that was what she wore indoors! She had natural urban hair, but she's dyed it blood red. It almost reminds me of Teddy, when he changes hair everyday. She has a nose piercing which caused controversy in her house when I was last there. I've never seen a woman so mad in my life. She also has a massive crush on my brother, which is just vile, "and, just to remind you, please refrain from talking about my brother like that."
"Sorry babes, but you have got to admit that he is super fit!"
"Live with him for a week and you would be surprised." Un Godly things happen in Fred's room which I cannot begin to describe. I smells like something has just died in there,
"Oh yes please!!!" How tragic.
I looked up in hope for a way out of this conversation, and there he was, in all his glory. Lorcan was looking a bit confused, as usual. He must be the most unorganized person I have ever met. One time, he spent a whole day searching for his wand in our first year. We missed the Quidditch Final just to buy more time. I was guttered. But, after supper, guess what fell out of his robe pocket. I didn't speak to him for three days.
When he noticed me and my company, he cleared his mind of the disappearing whatever, and came over with a gleaming smile on his face.
"Hello Ivy, how was your summer. Let me guess, France again?"
"You have such a good memory!" I nearly laughed out loud at this, "Yes, you can never beat a good French bloke serving you lemonade next to the pool."
"Ooh er!" We all cracked up laughing, well, me and Orc, Ivy just giggled along with us. I was usually the one who made us all laugh. Must be the genes.
"Sorry, Orc. Didn't ask, how was your hols?"
"Oh, I went to Finland-"
"Quick, run Ivy, before it's too late. The story involves Crimpies! Save yourself!"
I was about to stand up before I got tackled to the ground by Orc, who started to tickle me. My one and only weakness.
That's not technically true, but it;s one of my weaknesses.
After we controlled ourselves, Orc made his way to the Boys' Dorms.
"So, you and Orc, how sweet!"
"What?" Ivy caught me off guard. "What do you mean?"
"Well, you are together now right? You obviously both fancy each other!"
"No, just eww! NO!" I was starting to do fake retches to just emphasize how wrong she was.
"Fine, so just to clarify, you have no feelings for him, whatsoever?"
"No, of cause not!" I had the feeling I was lying, but I'm not, Weird.
"Where do you get this stuff from?Me and Orc, ha!"
"Well, you always hang out together!"
"Doesn't meen we're dating!"
"Well, what eva ya say, girlfriend!"
Having to experience the trauma of Ivy and her suitcase that had the same features as the TARDIS, it could hold an extraordinary amount of clothing; it was a relief to get out of the dorm. I got the bed closest to the door, so all last night I had to put up with sixth years squeaking and giggling about boys they went out with in the Bahamas. I learnt a lot fro those conversations. Too much, I found.
After waking up to what looked like a miserable day, with the sky a grey colour that looked as if it was coloured in with a HB pencil, by a four year old, I went down to breakfast to join the "Early Bird Club", which consisted of Molly, Lucy and Louis. They are the more obedient side of the Weasley clan. Well, they would have to be, seeing as Molly and Lucy have Percy as a father! I would feel sorry for them, if they weren't a pair of stuck up... But I'm not one to judge.
It looked like Molly was giving everyone another "riveting" lecture on how her dad has made the school a better place with his new law on the thickness of cauldrons. Louis looked most interested, with his face nearly floating in his cereal.
Before I could reach the table, I saw Sam Reeve. Sam was a seventh year, who is captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team. We're very good friends ever since I joined the team. He was the type of boy who was a great laugh, but if there was an important game coming up, it was best if you just leave him alone, incase he started shouting at you for not trimming your broom. I know, I've been there. At the moment, he looked as if he just swallowed a Fainting Fruit Pastel. His face was white, and he seemed to be shivering.
"Hi Sam," I bounded over and plonked myself next to him. "Good holiday?"
He looked at me with his black rimmed eyes, almost like a Basset Hounds'. "Not so good Rox."
"Why?" I was irregular for him to say that, he would usually lose himself in an indepth conversation on the best saves in the season for the Bolton Bees.
"Well, I accidently hit a bludger into my dad's living room and it destroyed everything in its path, so my dad confiscated my broom and bat for the rest of the summer. I feel like a broken man, Rox. A broken man..."
"Oh, that sounds... awful, truly awful." I couldn't help cracking a smile. He just seemed so pathetic, it was laughable. I tried to steer the conversation towards something more up-beat, to cheer up the "broken man". "So. When is the Quidditch trails?"
Without warning, he burst into tears.
Ok, now I'm worried.
"Hey Rox. Another broken hearted boy put aside by Roxanova?" James was bounding over with a cocky smile planted on his face. Right now, I would like to punch it. "Hey, wasn't that Sam Reeve? You gold digger, Roxanne! Isn't he, what, seventeen?"
"You are such an arse, you know that?" I punched him in the arm, for good measure.
"Ok! Fine! I won't tell anyone about you and Sammy, but please, refrain from snogging in the corridors. I don't think my stomach could take it."
Again. I punched him. I think he took the hint, so we walked over to the Gryffindor table. Everyone looked very happy to see us, or they were happy to see someone to talk to, other than Miss Molly and her cauldron-measuring father.
"Hi James!" Louis was a member of the James Potter fan club, even though he is part of the family, so he has the privilege to see James as the arse he is.
"Yeah, whatever..." James was drifting out of the conversation due to the fact that a bunch of sixth year Ravenclaws were walking past. My cousin was an absolute sicko!
"James, seeing as you are busy with oggoling those girls, I will be leaving you to it." He didn't seem to hear me, so I just said by goodbye's and hit him over the head before I left.
"Oh, you are going to pay for that, Weasley!"
As I was about to make my big, dramatic exit, I spotted Rose sitting next to that Malfoy kid. I guess James' words didn't sink in yesterday, but I guess we haven't met the boy yet.
Why not embarrass Rose and show Malfoy what a... quirky family she has, I thought. Show time...
I skipped over to their table, with a huge grin on my face.
"Good tidings to you Rose!" She looked red already.
"Hi Rox." She was shifting awkwardly away from me.
"How was your sleep?"
"It was ok, I guess... like normal sleep?"
"Good to hear!"
I started to walk away, but turned around, just having remembered Malfoy. " Sorry, forgot," I leaned over and smiled at the kid, "I'm Roxanne Weasley, what do they call you?" I extended a hand towards him, but he just stared at it, so i retracted it slowly, as if backing away from a wild creature.
"Malfoy, Scorpius Malfoy."
At this, I might have accidently let out a snort. He looked horrified. Think of a nice comment!
"Scorpius... what an ummm, unusual name." What do I say to that! I have to tell James about this, before I explode with laughter! Rose, on the other hand, looked at me as if I have just given her a bat bogey hex.
"Well, my parents are well respected wizards, who pride themselves with the art of unique names, unlike yours, such a common name!"
Yeah, practically all girls are called Roxanne Onyx Weasley. NOT!
I hate this guy already!
"Well, I like your name, Scorpius, it's cool. Have you finished you toast?" He gave a small nod, "Well, we better be off, bye Rox..." She did her famous hair flick and linked her arms with Malfoy. He gave me glare and walked off with my cousin.
Need. To. Tell. James!
Poor Scorpius. It wasn't like he wasn't getting enough abuse from James before, but his name! What loving parent would call their son Scorpius? If it weren't hilarious and if I didn't hate his guts, I would feel sorry for him.
When I told James, it was like Christmas had come early for him. He went straight upstairs to get some parchment, so he could get onto the nicknames straight away.
When I told Orc, I thought he would find it as funny as the next guy, but he seemed very crabby about it.
"So what if he does have an unusual name, I have an unusual name, are you going to insult me and all?" He is too sympathetic for his own good.
Ivy took it as if it were yesterday's news.
"Oh yeah, didn't you know? Oh, well, it's funny though, right?" God, she thinks she knows it all. Well, she did know about the name, but that is besides the point...
Lily has taken Hogwarts by storm. When James first came with Hogwarts, it was like a dream come true. Eternal glory, for doing absolutely nothing. But with Al, he apparently is the moral of Harry when he was his age, complete with glasses and scruffy hair. James has more of Harry's mischievous nature than looks. James' hair is a dark brown, with red highlights if the sun shines on it. He doesn't need glasses, for his eyes are as shiny as gems, and the colour of emeralds.
Lily was just so cute and adorable, who could resist doting over her?
I didn't really have the same experience. I am a Weasley, so I'm not that special. There are loads of us, believe me! But it doesn't mean that I don't get double takes down the corridors. Which is sweet, if a little bit creepy.
Al doesn't like the attention, though. He looks like a trapped mouse when kids are asking him personal questions. I had to save him a few times from creepy boys and slobbering girls. Hogwarts lets any weirdo in these days!
Sounded like a Slytherin then. Never do that again brain!
"So, what position are you going after this year?" Orc asked, while he was inspecting his broom, a Nimbas 2021. He was a stickler for detail, his broom had to be waxed at least once a day, and he trimmed the bristles once a month to keep it tidy. Me, I just pick up the broom and fly.
"Oh, I don't know. I think I will go for Keeper this year, what do you think?" I gave him a sly smile, knowing he was the Keeper of the Century and had been for the past 4 years, before he hit me over the head with his broom, a bit too hard.
"Jeez, Rocky. I didn't mean to hit you so hard. Sorry!"
After the earth stopped spinning, I saw this was an opportunity of a life time. I always like to joke about, I'm a Weasley, I've got to live up to that! Under my Quidditch kit, I rummaged around frantically , for a hard object, wrapped in crimson-red plastic. I picked up the "Bloody Mouth Boiled Sweets" from my pocket and pretended to clutch my mouth in pain, while popping it in. After a sour taste hitting my tongue, and a nausea consuming me, I started to cough up blood like a fountain. Orc started to clutch me close and tried to hoist me up, probably to take me to the Hospital Wing.
"Roxanne, I'm sorry! I didn't mean to do this! Let's go to the Hospital Wing."
"I' 'oo late, Or', you need 'o give me the 'iss of life!" I grabbed him by the head, so I could get as much blood on him a possible. But, I didn't really need to pull him towards me, because he kind of lunged at me.
Oh God, is he going to kiss me. Is this really happening? As I started to embrace him, I gave a huge splutter and a wave of crimson blood hit Orc full in the face. Orc dropped me to try and wipe the blood from his face. only to see me rolling around laughing on the floor. Realization dawned on his face after a few snorts that leapt out of my mouth.
"That, Roxanne Onyx Weasley, was NOT funny!" He shouted, catching me off guard. No one gets jokes these days!
"It was only a laugh Orc. Come on, if you think about it, it's kinda funny, right?" I looked into his face, waiting for him to crack up laughing, but it never came.
"I thought you were dying," he whispered, "I thought you were dying in my arms." He looked as if he were on the verge of tears.
"I..I'm sorry I upset you so much Orc, really, I thought it would get a laugh from you."
Our walk to the Quidditch pitch was done in silence. I kept stealing glances at him. I really shook him up. He was more pale than his usual whiteness. He seemed to have a green glow.
But, what freaked me out the most was the way I felt when Orc was about to kiss me. When, for a split second, our eyes met, and we sort of connected with each other. No, Orc is a friend. Friends do not kiss, not the last time I checked anyway. But I can't shake the feeling I had for him at that moment.
The trails couldn't have gone better, well, except if Orc and I were talking.I went for the post of Seeker. Over the holidays, Uncle Harry has taught me a trick or two about being a Seeker. It’s harder than it looks. You would think a golden ball is easy to see, but it is easy to mistake it for a ray of sunshine, or a bird. I was up against James, who was Seeker last year.
Lorcan was doing the best keeping I’ve seen him do in a long time. He was catching them left, right and Centre. He obviously made the team. James also went for beater, which he got, with my brother Fred, who apparently inherited my Dad's talent.
At the end, Sam Reeves flew over to the final plan of the team, still with the broken look in his face.
“Well, hello team, I hope we can keep up the good work we did last year, and let’s make it a happy experience.” To me, he looked much better than I last saw him. His reunion with his broom has done him the world a good.
When the briefing was over, and we talked about free lunches for practice, we headed back to the Hall for dinner. Orc still hasn’t said a word to me yet, but I lost him in the screaming girls swooping to congratulate the new Quidditch team, well, the male members of it.
“Roxanne, hey, how did you do?” Lucy was jogging towards me, still looked mature and a goody two shoes while running through the corridors.
“Oh, I got the Seeker position.”
I bet she doesn’t know what the hell a Seeker is.
“I can’t wait to inform mother and father and, of course your parents. By the way, I thought you would like to see something. Come with me!” She caught hold of my hand, not waiting for an answer. “You’ll like this.”
“Wait, let me find Orc. I need to talk to him.”
She rolled her eyes at my incompetence. “Fine, but hurry!”
I rushed into the Great Hall, to find a group of Gryffindor's clustered together. He had to be in there.
So I delved into the mass of screaming girls, who should know better to be honest. They seemed to all be watching something exiting, because they were all whooping. As I got close enough to the eye of the storm, I found my eyes find a heart shattering sight. Oh, I saw Lorcan alright, along with Ivy wrapped around him like a spider monkey, lips locked, with her fingers in his moon shine hair. Looks like she wasn’t just asking about me and Orc just as a friendly gesture.
“Fine, just fine...”
Thanks to all the readers who have put up with my bad grammer and spelling and most frankly, the slow stroy line. But thank you all the same for reading. But please, REVIEW!!! I don't think I can write without critisism, I need it like a bee need pollen, i helps build their life, so please could you spare a few seconds to tell me I'm rubbish :D
I ran out of the Great Hall, tears in my eyes. Why? There’s nothing to cry about. My best friends have just hooked up, so what? I’m happy for them, they are both great people. But, why did it have to be Lorcan?
“There you are, where’s Lorcan? Isn’t he coming?” Lucy was jumping up and down in irritation.
“No,” I rubbed my eyes, trying to get rid of the tears I didn’t realise I was producing, “He’s busy at the moment.”
“Lucy, what are we doing round here? Won’t Filtch blow a blood vessel? These trophies are his pride and joy!” I would know, I had to clean the bloody things for detention enough times, and for what? Selling some of dad’s merchandise. Is that such a crime?
“Well, I gave a second year detention this morning for putting graffiti on the Fat Lady’s portrait. A Slytherin I’ll have you know. So I gave him a week’s detention to clean every trophy down here, without magic-“
“Jeez, Lucy! You’re a right Filtch in the making you are!”
“Anyway, as I was saying, while I was supervising him, pointed something out quite interesting.”
She guided me over to a huge glass cabinet, antique by the looks of it, but the trophies inside upstaged it. Goblin-made, surly. I looked at a huge cup in the middle to see a Quidditch Cup from 1990-2000, with a name that struck me like lightning.
“Uncle Harry’s on here!” I looked closer to see the description under his name, “Youngest ever Seeker in a Hogwart’s Quidditch team, ever!” I looked at Lucy, who looked very smug with this discovery.
“Look at the rest of the cups; there are loads more familiar faces on these...”
I skipped a few years to look at Harry in his Fifth year, still a Seeker, but I saw the word Weasley close by...
“Uncle Ron” It was no secret that he was a good keeper, when he was not wetting himself with worry.
I scanned the rest of the team, soon enough I reached the name I was looking for.
“Dad! This is so weird, seeing the older generation on a cup.” I looked at the cup; there he would have been, ooh, 17? I looked closer.
“Beater...” I read to myself. Just like James. It was my dad who gave James the idea that hitting the odd Slytherin with the bat was acceptable.
I was about to thank Lucy for showing me this, it at least made me forget about the new “it” couple, but then I saw another name with the word Weasley, next to my dad.
“Luce, who’s Fred Weasley?” I turned to look at her, only to meet an amused face.
“I know your forgetful Roxy, but this takes the Chocolate Frog! Your brother? Duh!”
Her attempt at humour was making me feel nauseous; it just wasn’t in her nature and should never be tried again.
“Oh ha ha, NOT! The Fred Weasley on here?”
Lucy looked puzzled now; she walked over to me to examine it.
“Oh, I don’t know. Maybe a cousin or something. We’ve got enough of them as it is! Ask your dad next time you see him. They were beaters together, look...” I saw their names were side by side. Like a jigsaw, they just seemed to fit together, even though I don’t know why.
“Yeah, I’ll do that. Thanks Luce. It’s really helped.” I gave her a smile, which I had the feeling didn’t reach my eyes.
“Ah, Roxanne Weasley, password?”
“Lepricorn Gold.” The door swung open with a load creak. “Do you need something for that?”
“No dear, I’m quite alright, not as fresh as I used to be.” She started rubbing the faded marks of the graffiti from earlier. She smiled at me like a mother to a child. I’ve always liked the Fat Lady, even though she’s tone deaf.
“Roxy! Did you get in? Did you?” Lily rammed into me, “I’ve been waiting all day, James wouldn’t tell me and Orc is...” She looked at me with a cheeky glint in her eye, “...busy.”
I nodded, holding back the tears. “I see. Well, I got the Seeker position.”
“When I’m old enough, I want to be a Seeker, just like dad!”
“You’ll have to get past me first, kiddo.” I ruffled her aurban hair and settled down to watch the first years playing exploding snap.
“Roxy, oh my God, you will never guess what!” The last person I wanted to see was skipping across to me, with a look of glee in her face. I tried to put on an interested face.
“Lorcan and I are an item! We snogged all lunch and he’s waiting for me in his dorm!”
“How...nice,” I felt vomit coming up. I do not want to know what he’s expecting to do up there. I would rather down a whole pint of bat’s wee. “That’s... that’s just great.” I said, with a lack of enthusiasm.
“I only went through with it because the other day you said you two weren’t together, and I can’t have Fred, so I just went for it!”
She genuinely looked pleased with herself; I couldn’t really share that feeling.
“Well, I’m really happy for you.”
“Thanks babes, now, if you’ll excuse me, I got a snog fest awaiting...” She glided off in a dream like manner which just enraged me more.
“Cow...” I whispered into the air.
Lorcan and Ivy are the next big couple since the lead singer of the Weird Sisters hooked up with the Beater of the Holyhead Harpies. The gossip of their public kiss spread like wild fire. As if I cared.
I still wasn’t talking to Orc, and he was ignoring me like a deadly disease. Ivy was so oblivious to our friendship problems, that it was almost unbelievable. It was like she was so giddy with Orc, he was like some kind of drug.
I still don’t understand what’s going on in my messed up excuse for a brain. It’s more complicated than Muggle TV! I keep wondering if about how close we were to kissing, Did he fell something too? No, it’s silly, he thought I was dying, he was doing it to save me, not because he... I don’t even know anymore. I’ve known Orc for years, and nothing like this has ever happened to me. Us...
I was staring at the ceiling in the Great Hall; I’ve always been drawn to the sky at night, with all those little stars, like crystals in the sky. I was so caught up in the stars patterns, remembering the last Astronomy lesson and how we’ve been looking at the cycles of the planet and their meaning, I didn’t hear Rose close behind me.
“Boo!” I screamed so load, even the ghost flew in to see the commotion. “Got ya!”
“Rose, don’t do that to me, Jeez!” She laughed in a childish way, making me smile, remembering the old Rose, before she started ignoring everyone she loved. “What do you want, I had the feeling you didn’t want to talk to me?”
“I think you have more than enough people not wanting to talk to you these days, don’t you?” She looked at me in a mocking way.
Hanging out with Slytherins is making her an ass.
“How do you know?”
“Roxy, Roxy, Roxy. I’m like a sister to you. I know what you’re like, what you like, who you like...” She trailed off for dramatic effect. “So, you like Orc, huh?”
“What, that’s just ridiculous! What the hell is up with you these days? You hang out with those freaks from Slytherin, not talking to your real friends for weeks, then when you do talk to one of us, you are mean and moody!” She looked almost hurt, like the little girl I grew up with, then her face transformed into a grimace.
“Well, at least I hang out with the person I like instead of push him away like a spoiled brat!”
“What did you say? The person you like? You cannot be serious? The Ferret?” I was about to storm off, when she aimed a spell at me. I never found out what spell it was, until I felt the usual dizziness after been thrown into the air by a stupefy. I was shocked, the fact that she would hurt me. It almost hurt more than the fact that I had concussion.
“You haven’t said five words to him, you have no idea what he’s like, and you judge him just by his name! I admit, I did that was well, but instead of me, you carry on with your grudges! Who sounds sick now?”
“You just attacked me you little-” But I didn’t get the chance to finish my sentence because I saw Orc and his other half walk into the hall. Before I could turn my attention back to Rose, she was already cackling off towards the Slytherin table, where a gaggle of first years were jeering and doing extremely rude gestures towards me. Why the hell the Sorting Hat thought she was “Brave and True” I’ll never know!
I have lost all patience with that girl, and also with life in general, so without thinking of where I was, with whom I’m with, or who is watching, I screamed at the top of my voice.
“I forbid you to see him ever again, from now on!”
I was hoping for the moment in films, when the heroin convinces the villain to come over to the good side and see who their true friends are, then a beam of sunlight lights the villain up and makes them see the error of their ways, with it all ending happily ever after.
All I got was her, including the rest of the Slytherin table laughing. Great, I thought, Just great.
“Right everyone” Sam was literally shaking with excitement, “This is the first game of the season, so we want to get them hooked, right?”
We all gave an unenthusiastic “yeah”.
“Then, lets smash those Ravenclaws!” With that, he hoisted up his Quidditch robes and mounted his broom. “Let’s do this!” Oh no, it was one of those over enthusiastic days. Whoopie...
I’m not really in the mood for Quidditch. Practices have been getting worse. The team is great, and we’re playing better than ever. BUT, Orc insists to keep up the whole “not-talking-to-me” thing. Even Ivy is becoming less talkative towards me. And that is saying something.
“Rox? Hello? In that thick skull of yours?” Fred was waving his broom in front of my face. He wasn’t really expecting it to be pushed in his face, by the sound of his yell. “Hey! I was only checking if you were still alive. You were up in the clouds just then.”
“Shut up! Let’s just get this over with.”
“Hold your imaginary horses!” Fred grabbed my arm and spun me around before I could run of, “Who are you? The Rox I know would never talk like that about Quidditch!” What have you done with her?”
I rolled my eyes at the pathetic way that James was trying to cheer me up. “I’m just not in the mood, alright?”
He gave me a curious look, burning into my soul with his green grass eyes. Fred can be very mystifying if he wanted to be. “Ok, whatever you say.”
“Guys, we’re up!” Jame bounded over, with the look of pure adrenalin written on his face.
“Right team,” Sam was cracking his knuckles, psyching himself up, “it’s time.”
The snitch was released about 30 minutes ago.
The match was not going well. Ravenclaw had improved substantially over the summer. They had obviously been working out because Henry, their Keeper, used to be a spindly little geek. Now, he had muscles the clung to his kit, in a very nice way.
We were losing 60-20, Sam was getting very agitated. He was getting jumpy. We needed to score, fast.
I have an inkling, that Ivy has something to do with the performance of our Keeper. She kept trying to get his attention to blow kisses at him. What an idiot. She cost us 6 goals. If the stadium was empty, I would hex her, right here, right now!
“Harvey is blasting his way across the pitch, dodging Faris and Jones, the Ravenclaw beaters,” The dulcet tones of Lysander Scamander we're booming around the stadium, who was trying to keep up to speed with all the flying, with great difficulty. Everyone was just going full pelt. I almost got knocked off by what appeared to be a blur of purple.
“Come on Rox! Just catch the bloody snitch already!” James was focusing all his anger on me for the time being. If there was nothing to hit, he just lashed out at people to hurry up the game.
I scanned the pitch. No sign of a flying golden ball. In fact, it was near impossible to find a golden object, since most of the stadium was dressed in Red and Gold. Damn those Gryffindor supporters!
“Oooh, Faris has just been hit by a bludger, coming from James Potter. That has got to be at least a send off!”
I looked at Tess Faris, spread eagle on the floor, with her broom lying a few metres away from her out stretched arm, which look as it’s at a very uncomfortable angle.
“Professor Wood has just sent Potter off, and good on him! That was foul! Anyway, the whistle has gone now and... someone’s got the ball, can’t see who that is, but all attention is on Roxanne Weasley, who looks as if she’s spotted something!”
Oh yes! Yes I have! Just as I was turning away from Tess’ body, I saw a golden glint by her foot. I saw, just in time, the snitch flitting off towards the Gryffindor stand.
“Come on, Rox! Just end this now!” James screamed, while he sat beside McGonagall, before she had the chance to tell him off.
I turned away from him, my eyes strictly on the snitch. I was losing it. The Gryffindor podium was becoming bigger in size as I was coming closer to it. But there was another shape waiting for me.
Cory Higgins, seeker for Ravenclaw, was hovering just above the supporters in Gryffindor, the place where the snitch was heading. I leaned forward towards the tip of my broom. I need to do this; otherwise James was going to kill me.
By sheer luck, the snitch just missed Cory, but not enough for him to lose it completely. He turned around quickly and was on its tail.
After leaning on my broom to tipping point, me and Cory were now neck-and-neck.
He looked sideways at me, gave me a grim look, and sighed. He has something nasty planned for me. I just know it.
His lips moved to form words that were lost in the whistling wind.
Then he rammed into me.
I was caught off guard, my hands were gripping the broom with all my might, but it was not enough. As the wind gave an almighty last gust, I was pushed sideways and fell into the cold nothingness of the air.
As I fell, I caught sight of Cory stretch his arm out and clutch the small golden ball. My last thought, before I hit the ground after a 100 foot drop, which would probably result in my death was, “Oh Merlin, James’s going to kill me...”
Then everything went black.
A/N I have just undergone some major editing in the previous chapters, so I advize you to go back and read them (unless you want nothing more to do with this story, which is understandable) otherwise you will be quite confused. Just to make it clear. Roxanne is in fifth year, so is James, Orc and Ivy. fred is in seventh and Rose and Albus is in forth. Lily is in her first year. Just thought I would clear that up :D
“...and I was like, “Wow, hold up, she was just pushed off her broom” and everyone was like, “oooh”, because you fell from high up, sista! And all the Ravenclaws were like, “Well, she should have held on betta’”, then I was like, “Hold up! Your seeka just pushed her!” then Professor Wood was like, ”Ravenclaw wins” like nothing even happened! And I was like-“
“Ok, I get the picture.” I really didn’t, but I just wanted her to shut up.
I’ve been in hospital for 3 days now. Apparently, I fell 80 feet! Which is a lot, apparently.
“You look in pain, Rox,” She gave me an over the top, sympathetic pout.
Maybe from having to listen to your voice for 3 long days Ivy!
“Do you need me to get Madam Pomfrey?”
“Nah, just need some rest.” I lowered my head, ready for yet another dreamless sleep. That was the moment when the Wings’ doors burst open. Great, more visitors!
In came a tall boy with shiny, blonde hair and piercing blue eyes.
“How are you?” Orc ran over to my narrow bed and sat in the last vacant chair. “I couldn’t take it anymore, I had to see you.”
“You wanna talk?” I raised myself, slowly, to sit up for what will inevitably end in a fight.
“Yeah.” He looked down in the cute way he does when he’s ashamed of his self.
I looked into his face. His eyes were shaking, as if he was about to cry, his lips were quivering slightly. Why am I looking at his lips? At this, I was annoyed with him all over again
“Have two words, Bog. Off.” And with that, I turned around and landed on my side on the pillow. I let out a little whimper as my back jarred yet again.
“Take it easy, Rocky. I never want to see you hurt. You know that better than anyone.”
He called me Rocky.
I was going to turn around and tell him I was sorry and he can be my best friend forever and always, but a cough erupted from across the bed.
“Sorry to interrupt, but Lorc-ey, we have to do our Potions homework, about the Hair Growing Potion and its flaws?”
Ivy had to remind me she existed, didn’t she!
“Oh yeah,” he sighed and bent over his side of the bed to reach my ear, “Why are you mad at me Rocky? What have I done to hurt you so bad to stop you from talking to me?” His whisper tickled my ear, enough for me to stifle a smile. But he never saw it, and walked off.
I thought back to the times when me, Orc, Ivy and James would sit in a circle and journey our way through our Herbology homework, with the occasional help from Fred and Victoire. Why did it all have to change?
While Orc and Ivy walked together, arm in arm, out of the Wing, I just caught Ivy murmur to Orc.
“I bet she’s just doing it for attention. It wasn’t that high! What say you to a snog in the dorm?” And with that, they disappeared.
“You chose her...”
It was mid-December, which marked the annual Hogsmade visit.
In the past, me, Ivy and maybe the occasional Weasley would visit the clothes shops, as much as I hated it. I would much rather be in a book shop, but I’m a push over at heart. Then we would join up with Orc and James and go to the Hogshead. To finish the day, we would then go visit Dad in his Hogsmade outlet. If we were lucky and have spare time, we would eat our way through the various sweet shops and ice cream parlours.
But it would be different this year.
Orc was celebrating his and Ivy’s 2 month anniversary. If I know Orc, which I do, this celebration was not his idea. Celebrating how you have been kissing the same girl for 6 weeks is not his idea of fun.
Ivy is dragging him to Madam Puddlmere’s Coffee Shop. James said Orc is dreading it, but is too polite to say.
James is my gossip supplier. Ever since the Hospital Wing incident, I have started to ignore Ivy and Orc. Again. The only way I can find out Orc’s inner feelings is James. So far, James has found out that last night, Ivy was planning a romantic holiday for Christmas with him to Norway, but he turned it down, saying he wanted to spend Christmas with family. That put a smile on my face, imagining her disappointed face. Childish, I know, but she started it!
“Are you sure you don’t want to come to the Three Broomsticks with me, Den and Orc? I made sure Ivy wasn’t coming, she’s off doing some retail therapy with her friends.”
Friends? How did she move on so quickly?
He saw me sigh, with the memories of me and Ivy laughing our heads off in the second hand robes shop last year. We were admiring a strange looking hat, resembling a raven. “Well, her new friends.”
“What new friends?” I’ve only ever seen her with Orc these days, sucking face. I shudder with the image. Repress! REPRESS!
“Yvonne Gardner and Ester Harris. Ravenclaws. She met them in the Quidditch crowd.”
He saw my puzzled look, “You know them! They’re um...they’re the ones who are rumoured to have done the dirty with Fred, if you know what I mean...”
Those slags? How could she? Ivy bitched about them more than I did last year, because of her undying love for my brother. Shudder... I don’t know why they would spread such disgusting lies about Fred?! They were such cows, deluding themselves like that, They could never be worthy of Fred. Those were Ivy’s words, imagine mine!
The closest they got to a sexual experience with Fred is when they accidently spilled pumpkin juice on him before the Ravenclaw Quidditch match last year. And that was only one of them!
James looked left and right, checking if the coast was clear, “Between you and me, they are witches, with a capital “B””
It’s official. Ivy is now a slag, just like her new bezzie mates. I don’t care! I hope they live happily with each other for company. I hope they find man whore boyfriends and have little chavs for children and then they can look back on their lives and be proud!
I need therapy...
“Hey,” James waved his hand in my vision “aren’t you supposed to meet Fred in your dad’s shop, like now?”
“Oh sherbet lemons, you’re right! See you later!”
Before I had the time to run, James caught my arm.
“Can I come? Not to keep an eye on you!” He said the last bit in a rush because he saw my mouth open to retort. “I need some more supplies, and it would be good to see Uncle George!”
I rolled my eyes, “Come on then...”
We met Fred by the colourful building that was dad’s shop. It wasn’t as big as his store in Diagon Alley, but it was still magnificent. Through the windows, you could see fireworks flying everywhere, people puking and girls huddled around the love potions.
“Right men, let’s do this! I’ll see you in the store room. God, I love freebies!” Without a seconds notice, James ran off into the entrance, lost to the world in his prank haven. Being related had its perks for James. Even though he had a world famous dad...
Me and Fred looked at each other. We haven’t seen much of each other in the past few months, with his NEWTs coming up. His black hair was getting shaggy, his caramel coloured hands were stained with ink and I swear he had a few bits of quill in his hair.
“Let’s leap into the dragon’s lair, eh sis?” He put his arm round me, and we made our way to the shop.
We walked in, only to be pounced on by the shop attendant, Joanne.
Her neon green hair blinded me momentarily. “My Merlin!” She stepped back to look at us, “I haven’t seen you in ages! You’ve grown so much!”
Just to clarify, we saw Jo just 4 months ago, just before we left for Hogwarts.
“Hey Jo! Ever the best shop assistant in the entire wizarding world!” Fred went and kissed her cheek, resulting in her blushing. He always charmed the ladies, our Fred. “Where’s Dad?”
“Where do you think? In the office.” With that she gave us a sheepish smile and went back to the till.
“Of course,” Fred sighed and walked over to the winding stairs, leading to the offices, where the money was counted and where the experiments commenced.
When we reached the top, we saw the door marked “Prank’s Room”, where all the merchandise was made and tested. Probably my favourite room in the entire world!
What worried me was that I thought I heard the dulcet tones of James Sirius Potter coming from through the door. That can only end in death and destruction...
Fred saw me looking through the crack of the door, and pulled me away.
“We came here to see dad, right?”
“Fine, of course.”
So we walked down the rest of the corridor and reached the end, where there was a beige door, marked “Founder”. We opened it.
In there, it was painted white, with a desk slap bang in the middle, covered in packages of pranks, bills, order forms and a photo of me and Fred.
And there, sitting behind it, was our dad.
His ginger hair, which had a faint sign of whitening at the roots, was falling over his eyes, studying something on the desk. He hasn’t heard us.
“Hi Dad,” Fred strolled over to him and went to his good side, the side with an ear.
Dad jumped with surprise, eyes dilated and hands up, ready for action.
“Oh, it’s you Fred, you scared the hell out of me!” He patted Fred on the shoulder and offered him a chair.
“Roxy’s here too, dad.” He pointed at my direction. When dad saw me, he smiled. But it didn’t reach his eyes, never did.
“Roxanne, come over here,” he opened his arms and I ran into them. I loved my dad’s hugs, he put all his love into them, like he never wanted to let go.
“Hey dad, how’s the shop going?” I asked this every time, always with the same reply.
“It’s great, Annie.”
I wish he didn’t call me that. Roxanne, I can handle, but Annie, big no no.
“I’m just brain storming now.” He pointed to his note pad, which was covered in sketches and messy notes. It looked like the ravings of a mad man. I realised that his eyes were bloodshot and he had bags underneath them. He isn't sleeping again.
Fred walked over to the desk to inspect the parchment dad had abused with scrawls.
“What have you got so far?”
“Oh, not much Fred. Ideas wearing thin. Getting old, kids. Not as up and at em as I was back then...” He looked to his left, out of the window and stared. He stares a lot. As if he’s waiting for something.
“At least when you take over Fred, you will carry on the creative streak better than me,” he looked at Fred with adoring eyes, pride emitting from them.
Every time my Dad talks to Fred about his future, I feel such sadness. Not only because he never talks to me about what my desires are for the future, what I want to become and hope to be. No, I can get over that. It’s because when Dad speaks, he says it with such certainty, that I almost feel sorry for Fred.
Fred doesn’t want the shop. Never has, never will.
Ever since I was small, I’ve known Fred’s true path, so has he. He was always interested in the sciences. How potions work and how spells can be used for medical procedures. He also gets on with everyone, old or young, Gryffindor or Slytherin. Everyone loves him. He wants to be a Healer. And a bloody good one he will be. But Dad will be crushed. Ever since Fred was born, Dad was set on him inheriting his business.
Fred and I have had endless conversations about how he should tell Dad. It always ends with “But Rox! I still have loads of time to make the decision! What’ the rush?”
Fred’s too nice to tell Dad. He cares about him more than me, and that’s saying something!
I know I could always own the shop, but it wouldn’t be the same for Dad, and I don’t think I could cope with living as a disappointment to Dad. It would kill me.
Anyway, my future is as indecisive and foggy as Professor Trelawney’s predictions for tomorrow.
I looked at Fred. He gave me a smile, not different from Dad’s. It didn’t reach his eyes.
“Yeah Dad, that’ll be the day.”
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Chapter 8: Awkward Turtles, My View on Kidnap and Cunning Plans
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After our short chat with Dad, he took us to the Experiment Room. Finally!
The door was a-wash with rainbow colours, with glitter sprinkled around the place. The door also had multiple holes, of various sizes. When you opened the door, the aroma of stink bombs and melting plastic hits you in the face instantly.
I ran inside, like a kid in a toy shop. Well, it is a shop, but, yeah...
I spotted James straight away. He was with Greg, the creative, and sometimes insane, inventor. Greg has white fluffy hair, glasses on the tip of his nose and burns all over his arms. So your average mad scientist.
It looked like they were standing by a dementor, who seemed to be juggling...
“JAMES! Get away from the merchandise!”
Dad ran forward and, I don’t know how to put this, he lifted James by the collar and dragged him into the open area of the shop. His face was the famous Weasley red and his hair was ruffled.
My Dad has privacy issues. He likes things to be unseen and enclosed. If ever there was a prototype, he wouldn’t want anyone to see it until it was on the shelf. Mum says it’s because he’s afraid no one will like it, and deem him a failure.
“How many times James. It’s not a playground! Something bad could happen to you in there. You could have broken it! Do you realise how long it took me to make a life size replica of a dementor and then teach it to juggle, do you? Also, it’s extremely dangerous because that mad man Gary is in the room. He’s not sane! He should be fired? In fact, I will fire him! GARY!” My Dad hollered down the hall.
Out popped Gary’s white, fluffy hair, with his glass pushed back the bridge of his nose.
“You’re fired! Get out. You’re a danger to me and my family.”
As I have mentioned before, we are in the middle of the shop. With people! Watching this scene of insanity from my father. I could die right now.
“But, but... I need this job, you don’t really mean it Mr Weasley, do you?”
Poor Gary, he obviously hasn’t experiences Dad’s outbursts.
“Yes, I’m being totally serious! GET OUT!” With a last bellow, he grabbed the door handle of the entrance and pulled it open with such force, I thought the door would break off the hinges.
“Go on then, get yourself out of here!”
Dad gave a death glare, something that would make even Voldemort wet himself. Reluctantly, Gary glided slowly to the door, pausing when he reached my Dad.
“Goodbye, sir,” he said, with a confused tone. But before he put even a toe out of the shop, someone piped up in the crowd.
The people parted the reveal a man, not dissimilar to my Dad, if a bit younger and taller.
Uncle Ron took Dad by the shoulder and gave it a reassuring squeeze.
“Let’s go to your office, eh?” Ron guided my Dad through the crowd to the stair, leading to his office. When they passed Gary, Ron leaned over to him and whispered something I couldn’t hear. But it was probably something along the lines of “Don’t worry about it Gary. Go back to your work...” because he sheepishly made his way back to his den.
I watched as the brothers made their way up the stairs, oblivious to all the gossip that was going on around me. Jo was trying to shoo most of the crowd away. Seeing a family member of the Golden Trio was a gold mine for reporters, so the less people gossiping, the better.
“Rox, come here,” Fred walked into my line of vision, with his arms open. I ran into them willingly. I hated it when Dad lost it. It was so rare, but so emotionally draining.
“Hello Fred, Roxanne,” Aunt Hermione came out of the shadows of the 10 foot shelves and gave us a warm smile. “Are you alright?”
I gave her a confident smile, “Of course Hermione. Happens all the time, you get used to it.”
Hermione knew more than I did, that this was a lie. You can never get used to someone you love having a nervous breakdown, in public to top it all off.
“Well, I’m glad to hear you’re alright” She gave me a concerned look, but quickly but on a comforting smile.
“So,” I hate awkward silences, so I did the “Awkward Silence Turtle”. I slapped my hands on top of each other and started rotating my thumbs in a circular motion.
“Um, Roxanne, what on earth are you doing?” Hermione gave me a worried stare.
“Oh, just the Awkward Silence Trutle,” what else would I be doing?
“I don’t mean to be rude, but why a turtle?”
I had a long hard think about this (a second of making a vacant expression. “I do not know. Hm!”
Yet another awkward silence, I won’t even attempt to do the awkward llama!
After a painful minute of Fred and my aunt staring at each other, Hermione broke the silence.
“How’s school going, exam time for both of you soon, isn’t it?”
Fred gave a groan, like an injured animal. “I tell you what Hermione, I’m losing the will to live. How did you cope with your NEWTS?”
“Huh, well...” oh God, I sense a flashback coming on. “I actually started studying in the summer holidays after forth year.”
That sentence was met with a look of utter horror from Fred.
“How? Why?” He spluttered. He obviously did the math. Hermione=brightest witch of her age + loving family (even though her daughter is totally brain dead) + deputy Minister of Magic job under her belt multiplied by her straight As at school=studying.
So in short studying=good life.
Took him THAT long to figure that out.
He then ran off.
My whole family are nuts!
“He does that a lot these days; in lunch, in the library, even in a potions lesson once! Studying, huh,” I sighed. “Messes people up.”
Oops! Why the hell did I say that? INFRONT OF HERMIONE WEASLEY!
“Oh, don’t get me wrong... it’s good...fun, even!”
“Okay then,” Hermione gave me another concerned look and took a step away from me.
Craziness must have gotten in my genes somewhere.
“I see you’ve died your hair, Roxanne.”
Oh yeah, forgot about that! I died it from black to dark red. May as well embrace the Weasley genes.
“It suits you, suits your eyes.”
“Why thank you! Your hair is nice too.” Nice comeback, no wonder I don’t have a boyfriend. I SUCK at speaking to people.
“Anyway, I was wondering if you would like to come to the Three Broomstick with me? I’m going there anyway to meet Rose.”
I think that’s my queue to leave. Last time I spoke to her, I ended up being stupefied and made a laughing stock of the school.
“I think I may pass this time Hermione, nice seeing you!”
I turned away, but she grabbed my arm.
“No, I insist! Come on!” And that’s when I was kidnapped by my Aunt.
“She’s not coming, is she?” Hermione lent on her right elbow and heaved a sigh.
“No, I think not.”
Hermione looked at me with such sadness. How could Rose do this to my favourite Aunt! Well, Ginny was awesome, and also Fleur was nice enough, even if she is self centred.
“Hey, don’t take it personally, she’s been acting weird throughout the year.”
“Don’t you know? About her new friend?”
I took it by the look she gave me that she didn’t know.
“Scorpius. Scorpius Malfoy.”
That was all I got out of her.
“Are you ok?”
“Yeah,” how unconvincing, “it’s good she’s found a friend in a different house, inter-house relation, and all that.”
Her face gave her away. She looked ill.
“Let’s not tell her Dad, that’s all...” She stared into space for a while. She reminded me of Dad for a second. Then she just seemed to snap out of it.
“So, how’s life?”
I was quite taken aback, but that’s what you get from talking to Aunt Hermione, spontaneous changes of conversation.
“Oh, good,” even thought that isn’t true!
I wanted to tell her desperately that no, my life was a disaster. My best friends were shacking up with each other, excluding me from their oh-so-happy-lives, making me have these weird feeling towards Orc that are frankly scaring me, while I was slowly deteriorating in my grades and my sanity. My father was a wreck. My Mum hasn’t smiled in 3 years and to top it all off, I have a homicidal cousin, who is in love with a ferret!
Wow, that was good to get off my chest. Wait, I didn’t say it out load. Damn!
“Actually no, it’s not good. In fact, this is the worst I’ve ever felt.”
So I told her everything, except from the part where her daughter is in love with ferrit. I’m sure that’s frowned upon on this country, I think...
She gave me a hug and studied me with her soft, chocolaty eyes .
“You know what, you seem so much like your father, yet you are so different.”
That made sense!
“You bottle up you true emotions, letting them build up and then, when you can’t take it, you let them take over all your happiness.”
“So I’m going to end up like my Dad!”
Anything but that.
“No! Your Dad’s problem is different. The difference is that his troubles are irreversible, they can never be put right properly, but you can sort yours out. With a little help from me.”
That last bit scared me. Sure my Aunt is smart, but she’s as dumb as Slughorn when he’s drunk about emotions and all.
“How are you going to do that?”
“Well,” she gave a smug smile, “First, you have to admit your true feelings towards Orc, do you like him more than a friend?”
I had a think for a minute. That would make sense...
“Yeah, I guess I do.”
“Well, that’s step one.”
That was easy! Can’t wait to see what Step 2 is!
“Step two is my plan.”
“When I was in the year above you, I went through something quite similar to you.”
Ok, she had me interested.
“Ron and me had feelings for each other, but we were too caught up in all of Harry’s troubles, we were oblivious to them.
Soon, everyone in our year was dating someone, even Ginny was having boyfriends, and she was a year below us, whereas Ron hadn’t even held hands with a girl.
“Anyhow, Ron heard a rumour that I was still an item with Victor Krum, you know, the Manager of the Bulgaria team?”
“But that’s another story. Ron got jealous, so he hooked up with the first easy girl he could get with. Lavender Brown.”
“Hold up, the Lavender Brown that goes out with Dean Thomas? The Captain of Puddlmere United?”
Wow, Ron punched above his weight there! So they went out for months. When I say, “went out”, I mean “snogged”. I got jealous. So I hatched a plan. And I think it worked well.”
“Well, yeah! You married him and had two kids. Of course it worked! What’s the plan?”
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