A/N: okay, I don't know what this is, sorry if it's awful:). Pretty, pretty, please with sugar on top review? It would make my day:) Written for If You Dare challenge prompt 91. I Love Lucy, and for the wand wood competition, category Rowan.
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The one place where Roxy was completely happy? Sitting with Grandpa, in his workshop in the burrow, watching "I Love Lucy." She talked more there then she did anywhere else, but sometimes they were absolutely silent, and that was okay too. With curses, band-aids, and laughter, he taught her how to hammer a nail, and together they built a dollhouse. They laughed together at the ridiculous situations that Lucy, Ethel, Ricky, and Frank got themselves into, and he was the best listener Roxy knew.
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Roxanne was too small to sit with the grown-ups, but too big to hide under the table. She found that out the hard way, and ended up being dragged out of the room by daddy, while mummy and grandma Molly sat at the table, trying hard not to laugh.
"… name him Fred….",
"Won't be easy…",
"Audrey, are you sure?"
Snatches of conversation chased Roxy down the hall, and into the first open door she saw. Mummy had a baby in her tummy; the baby would hurt mummy. Daddy was mad at her, everyone stopped talking when she came by, and Roxy didn't like the baby at all. Not one bit.
Apparently she had said that last part out loud, because grandpa answered her. "I have something to show you, Roxy." The first thing Roxy thought of was Noel Zabini, who said that her grandpa was a muggle hugger. Roxy wasn't sure exactly what that meant, but Noel didn't make it sound like a good thing. Roxy backed away from her grandpa slowly.
His forehead furrowed; "Did I do something wrong, Roxy?" A smile spread onto her face. He was the first person in a long time who had seemed to care about how she felt. She sat on his knee and they watched black and white people in a little box grandpa called a tee-vee. It was ridiculous, but somehow hilarious, and the grandpa and granddaughter shook with laughter. "Don't tell your daddy, he'll say it will rot your head." Grandpa said with a wink.
Roxy floated through the week- she was special and grandpa was gonna show her the special show again when she came to the burrow.
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It was spring break of her fifth year, and Roxy was too big to fit on grandpa's knee now. If he noticed her tears, he didn't say, instead, he told her about a tool muggles used to drive nails through wood. Even though she was much, too old, she loved the little house. The windows were crooked, and the door was falling off, but grandpa seemed so delighted with it that she had to smile. When she walked out of the room, Roxy barley remembered the row with Dominique that had driven her in there in the first place.
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Of course, the screwdrivers, the dollhouse and the old television couldn't be taken to St. Mungo's, but they could still talk. Her break-up, the awful prank Fred played on her, thoughts that spun through her mind at one o'clock on the morning. Anything was fair game, and grandpa always had a story, smile, or random muggle fact for her.
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The owl couldn't be right… it couldn't… it wasn't. Grandpa was frailer then ever, but he wasn't dead. She raced out of her father's old room and down the stairs, letting her feet guide her. Her finger hit the on button and she sat back in his old chair. When she started laughing, she realized that she had been crying. Mum came in eventually, and the two sat their together, laughing through their tears at the old I Love Lucy re-runs.