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...”
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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!
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“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...”
Oh.
Ew!
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!
Wow....
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...”
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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.
A/N Thank you to all the readers. It means so much to me when I see the number go up. But please review! It makes me sad to compare the no. of readers and the no. of reviews. Most of the reviews are from my friends, and as much as they make me smile and laugh, I would love a review that talk about my writing, critical or praising. Anything would be great!!!
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