Written for the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft & Wizardry (Challenges & Assignments) Media Studies Task 2: The Breakfast Club
[March Event] Creativity Month: Creative Collection
Character: Roxanne Weaseley Pairing: OC (Anastasia Nott & Matthew Macon)
Spooky Dialogues prompt: "News just in: I swear I will kill everyone!"
Word Count: 601 words
She's late for detention, Gryffindor Captain Tim Woods making them complete an ending lap round the pitch before leaving. Roxanne races through the entrance hall, veering for the dungeons and leaping down the stairs. She miss directs her third to last step and slides the rest of the way, but like a trooper she jumps up with a wince and stumbles down to the Potions classroom.
Approaching the door, she allows herself a minute against the wall to even her breathing and prod her aching ankle. Satisfied nothing is broken, Roxanne pushes off from the wall and squares her shoulder straightening her back. She takes a deep breath in as she grips the doorknob and as she exhales she twists and pushes the door open.
"There she is. Miss Weaseley how kind of you to grace us with your presence." Professor Combs expresses in an unamused drawl. "Sit." He commands pointing to the available seat at the middle desk at the front of the class.
Detention isn't full today, beside the teacher there are 2 students already sitting at the proposed desk. Roxanne barely stifles a groan as the slender raven hair beauty peers over her dainty shoulder, her body language screaming haughtiness. A smug smirk plays on Roxanne lips as she meets Anastasia Nott's piercing gaze.
Separated by the open seat designated for Roxanne, sits esteemed Ravenclaw Matthew Macon. She drops gratefully into her seat, glad to rest her ankle.
"Seeing as neither of you are new to detention with me, you know the drill, Scrub the cauldrons at the back of the room by hand , absolutely no magic they're charmed to alarm." Giving each student a piercing gaze before exiting the room, with a swish of his robes.
"So what are you lovely ladies in for?" Matthew awards them a dimpled smile to break the ice.
"Oh, just the usual; mouthing off to the Professor." Anastasia responds tartly, bouncing up from her seat.
Roxanne snorts not so delicately at his charm, ending it abruptly with a cough, drawing attention to herself. With a shrug she pushes away from the desk and walks confidently to the back of the room without limping; she can't help mentally fist pumping.
They all kick their feet and leisurely roll up their sleeves before selecting a cauldron to start.
15 minutes later their rhythmic silence is interrupted by a throat clearing. "So what are you in for Macon?"
Happy for the interruption Matthew drops his sponge in the cauldron with a splash and leans back against the desk. "Out pass curfew."
"Oooo rebel."
"Rebel."
Both Roxanne and Anastasia exclaim at the same time; laughing softly once they register the other's response.
"What a typical girl response." Matthew chuckles; waggling his eyebrow. "So what about you, troublemaker?"
Roxanne sticks out her tongue before responding. "McGonagall wishes for me to learn to think before I speak and act. Both my words and actions have consequences." Roxanne mimics their beloved Headmistress as best as she can with a terrible Scottish brogue effectively breaking the ice and sending all 3 students into a fit of laughter.
"Good old McGonagall. She made you write that didn't she?" Matthew asks, recovering first,
"Yep, she did." Roxanne chirps, popping her 'p'.
"But what did she catch you saying?" Anastasia prompts.
"News just in: I swear I will kill everyone." Roxanne confesses with a shrug. "Today was just one of those days where nothing went right and everyone grated on my nerves."
"But isn't that like everyday though, hot head?" Matthew asks, bumping her shoulder.
"Hey!" Roxanne protests, socking his shoulder. "Shut up!"