An: Wow, I just realized that my last chapter for this was pretty awful, so I apologize for that. I guess that I should triple-check it now, huh? Well, I want to dedicate this chapter to: ' for putting this on their Alert. Thank you dear, you've helped make my day better. This whole deal with my stories is making my summer, guys, and you all make it that much better. So hooray, for everyone being awesome. I would like to dedicate this chapter to Bookworm41 who's kind words made me smile and giggle happily. My friend now thinks I'm crazy and my sister is just confirming it ;) So hooray for insae people. It means a lot to me to have support.

To say that Roxie was having the time of her life was a fierce understatement. She had admittedly gotten lost on the way to breakfast, but she paid more attention the scond time around and was sure that next ime she wouldn't get lost. Well, she was hoping if all else fails. She sat alone wanting to observe her classmates before sitting with anyone. Solitude didn't necessarily bother her, but prolonged exposure did tend to aggravate her. Roxie recieved her time table from the man from the night before. As far as she knew he was a good teacher, with no prejudice and was competent. That was enough for Roxie and she was itching to test her skills. How talented would she be? She noticed a pair of twins that were sitting together and not saying anything to anyone or each other. The both had blonde-hair and blue, dreamy eyes. They seemed to stare off into space and tilted their heads at the same time, in different directions. It would have been cool, if not for the eeriness that hung around them. Of course, Roxie could be imagining it, but she was positive that she wasn't if anything, they were unique. Before she knew it she had to leave for Charms, her first ever lesson as a witch. Howeve, their was a bit of a problem. Their was an odd number and partners would be needed for this lesson. This left Roxie in a pickle. Pair up with the twins, or work by herslf. Roxie debated for a few sconds, before deciding to take her chances with the twins. They couldn't possibly be that strange, could they? Roxie sat next to one of them, looking for differences between them and noticed that the one she sat directly next to had a birthmark behind to his ear. It was the shape resembled a crescent moon.

"What's your name?" she asked him. He glanced at her, before turning away and trying to levitate his feather. He wasn't very sociable.

"Lysander Scamander." He made no effort to find out her name but Roxie decided to be herself instead of all this beating the bushes.

"My name's Roxanne Weasley, but you can call me Roxie. It's not such a mouthful."

"Okay." Roxie sighed and turned to them both and huffed.

"Look, I wanna be your friend, but you've gotta work woth me here! It takes two to tango." she pointed out, finally picking up her wand. She rolled up her sleeves and almost said the incantation, before she was interrupted by the other twin.

"There are three of us." he said looking at her bewildered. I'm Lorcan by the way." Roxie raised her eyebrow at him. She'd figured that they were both anitsocial. So it was just Lysander. Well, maybe he was just shy? Or maybe he didn't like her. She couldn't see why if he did, though. She'd done nothing to him and as far as she knew, her parents hadn't started one with his parents.

"Well are you going to try, or not?" his and his brother's feathers were levitating about six inches from their desks.

"You betcha ass." Roxie said flashing a grin.

"Wingardium Leviosa!" She put as much determination as her four foot body held and swish-and- flicked her wand. Her feather shot up and stayed in the air on the ceiling before floating back, still feet above everyone. Flitwick was eside himself.

"Oh lovely! Well congratulations, Ms. Weasley! That was amazing! Practice with larger objects tonight!" he was very squeaky and excited during the rest of class. Roxie was beaming and gave Loracan a high five around Lysander. Lysander just sat there before pulling out a muggle book. Why was everyone around her reading those now? Her mum, Molly, Hugo, Dominique, Teddy. Maybe she would borrow it from him later. For the next week Roxie would hang out with the twins and her newfoundfriend Elizabeth. She was shy, though so she hung out when the twins weren't around. That was a shame though, because she would have appreciated Lorcan. The girl loved to laugh. She laughed at anything that was remotely funny, and had constant laughing fits. It could be overwhelming, though. However, on Saturday, Roxie wanted to be alone. She avoided Lorcan and woke up early, so as not to have to talk to Elizabeth(She was going to start calling her Liza. Elizabeth was just to long.) and avoided her family as best she could. They all had varying interests and she ran into them periodically. Dominique gave her winks in the corridors and Molly gave exuberant smiles. Roxie traveled to the library taking roundabout paths. By the time she made it to the librabry, it was past breakfast time. She wnandered over to a quiet corner, but then she saw him. She couldn't tell witch twin it was though, his head ws turned away. Would she chance it? If it was Lorcan, he wouldn't leave her alone for the rest of the day. If it was Lysander, he'd probably not care if she was there or not. She went around and peered through the bookshelf at an angle. Bingo. It was Lysander. This was her chance to finally see why he disliked her so much.

She darted away, since Madam Pince was approaching, and she'd heard stories about her.

"Hey, Lysander, what's up?" she sat down across him at the small table.

No answer. So now he was going to pretend that he was muste. Roxie was starting to get really mad.

"You know, ignoring people is rude. Didn't your mother ever teach you manners?" Roxie asked, pulling his book away and reading the cover.

Sherlock Holmes. Whoever that was.

"Taking people's things is rude, as well." he replied, snatching the book, since she was distracted. Distracted by the fact that he was actaully speaking to her. He'd only said a handful of words, and now a whole sentence! She was making progress.

"Well, I guess I should apologize. I'm sorry. Now it's your turn, since you ignored me like the rude person you are." she said giving him an encouraging smile.

"No thanks. I'd rather keep reading." he said, before opening the book, and proceeding to read.

"Now really! That's enough! Why don't you like me! I've done nothing to you!"

"It's not that. I'm just shy, really. If you want, we can be friends." he said, without looking up.

What? he was shy? He had blatantly been rude, and he was gonna try to say that he was shy? What is wrong with him?

"Do you have a multiple personality disorder? Are you you mad? Urgh. Nevermind, I don't want to know. Okay. Let's start over. Hi, I'm Roxanne Weasley, but you can call me Roxie. You wanna be friends?" she said putting out her hand and giving a huge grin. If he didn't accept it politely she'd hex him. If he did, his face could stay the same.

"Hi, I'm Lysander. Okay, let's...be friends." they shook hands and they smiled at each other. the sweet and tender moment was broken when Madam Pince burst forward.

"What are you doing! No student public displys of affection! How dare you! In the sanctity of the library!" she yelled.

"We're shaking hands." Roxie pointed out, unable to igonre this.

"Don't yell at me! How dare you! To the Headmistress, now!" she yelled, she face a bright scarlett. People were now approaching, looking on at the scene.

"You're the one yelling, but fine. Bye, Lysander." she said before leaving her face blank. Damn. Her mother would have a fit.

Roxie had no idea where the Headmistress' office was, but she wandered and saw Fred, a devious smile onhis face.

"Fred! Hold on!" he turned to her and looked at her annoyed face.

"What do you need? I'm on a mission here." he asked, exaspperated.

"Where's the Headmistress' office?"

'Why do you need to know that?

"It's inconsequential. Where?" she repeated. He gave her directions and the password. How he knew, she had no idea. No that wasn't true. He'd probably heard it somewhere. Or gotten in trouble already.

"Albus." she said when the doors were in view.

"Come in." said a voice.

Roxie went in and observed the woman who sat there. She had graying hair, pulled into a severe bun at the nape of her neck. She had few wrinkles and intelligent, watchful eyes. Roxie immediately felt five. She was wishing that she'd never showed up, but crazy PInce would probably let her know.

"Yes?" the woman asked her face patient. Roxie glanced up and saw the portrait of the previos Headmater, Albus Dumbledore, and felt a rush of respect. Her dad had told her about him. Roxie almost had to hold back tears. The way he had died, ws sad, nonetheless, even if it was planned. She took a deep breath and looked at McGonagall again.

"Madam Pince sent me." she kept it short and sweet.

"For?" McGonagall was looking imaptietn. The Dumbledore potrait was distracting. He winked at her.

"Well, she said that I was being disruptve, or something." Roxie admitted, telling the truth.

"What do you think happened?" McGonagall questioned raising and eyebrow. Roxie stood up straighter and looked McGonagall in the eye.

"I know that I was doing no such thing and that she's overexaggerating. I was shaking hands with someone, and she said I was showing "public displays of affection" then she said I was yelling, which I was not, and so she sent me here. " Roxie finished and noticed that the other portraits were scoffing and murmuring things. Most likely they had nothing nice to say, but Roxie could care less what they though. Right now, it was McGonangall that mattered.

"You can understand why I don't quite believe you?" McGonagall asked, raisinher other eyebrow.

Roxie shrugged. "Of course, but you can ask Lysander. He knows what happened, and so do the eight people that were there." Roxie retorted.

"Lysander Scamander?" McGonagall asked.

"Yes."

McGonagall seemed to be processing this and she finally turned to the portrait that held Albus Dumbledore. They exchanged no words, but they seemed to communicate well enough. He nodded and McGonagall turned back to Roxie.

"You may go. You will recieve no punishment, but you will do well to limit your time spent in the library." with that clear dismissal Roxie departed glad that she had avoided punishment. Maybe she'd sneak in later to give thanks to the portrait. As odd as that sounded Roxie doubted that anyone would judge her for it. She almost went back to the library but remembered Madam PInce's face when she'd yelled. Yeah, that lady needed to calm down. She went back to her tower, not wanting to really see Liza or Lorcan yet. However, she wanted to see her newfound friend Lysander. Then again, maybe the spectacle from earlier had regressed whatever strange friendship that they had agreed upon. She had no idea how it could make them aquaitences, but she knew that he was unpredictable at best, from what she'd seen. She'll have to appeal to his interests. That was easy, she knew that both liked to read. She just never seemed to find a book that appealed to her, more than a pile of Licorice Wands. She hated those things, not her cup of tea at all. So with an apprehensive mind she arrived in the common room. More people were up and about and they conversed with each other, the sounds of laughter mixing with ambient noise.

"Roxie! There you are! I didn't see you when I woke up, and Lorcan was looking for you. Where have you been?" Liza was sweet but Roxie was pretty sure that she worried too much. Of ourse it wasn't really her business.

"Sorry, I woke up early and I was bored so I just wandered around the castle. I didn't want to wake you. Sorry." It really was all true, but not really. She'd wanted to avoid her and unlitmately she felt bad about it. Liza nodded reasonably and gave Roxie a smile that she hastened to return.

"That's okay. I'm glad actually I was really tired. So, did you do anything in particular? You look a little harried." Roxie wasnted to protest, but she knew that sometimes her magic ran awsy with her when she mad. She most likely had a giant puff or hair, and she knew her face was still flushed from her anger.

"Well..." she began before launching into her story, excluding her conversation with Lysander for the most part.

"So, not much then?" Liza asked, a sarcastic smile on her face.

"Yeah, just getting sent to McGonagall on the first week. Not much. Well, not by my family's standards, anyway." Roxie said, turning thoughtful. Perhaps her father had done something similar? Well, he would have done it one purpose, but there wasn't much difference.

Just then Lorcan invaded her thoughts and slung a familiar arm around her shoulder, and Roxie felt that truly he didn't have that luxury yet, but she skillfully ducked under it, and gave his arm a light punch.

"Getting familiar, are we?" she asked him, giving a sly smile to show that it didn't trluy bother, but it was a little too much.

"I'm a friendly bloke." he answered, smiling back. Roxie noticed that Liza was awkwardly hanging back, biting her lip.

"C'mon Liza, jump in any time, he won't bite, well actually I can't gurantee that he doesn't, but I'm pretty sure that he's a knob-jockey." Roxie joked giving Liza a wink.

"Oi!" protested Lorcan pouting at the poke at his sexuality.

Liza flushed and looked down. Roxie smiled at her slightly endearing habit, though honestly, it would be inevitable that Roxie would seek to make her braver or less shy, because she tended to make it awkward.

"Oh, hush Lorcan, you know it's true. Just catch up to everyon else and everything will be agrat." Roxie explained looking falsely encouraging.

"Oh please, Roxie, you know you want a piece of this. I'm awesome right?" he teased winking at her.

Liza had just lifeted her head and was about to join in the conversation, but Lorcan's coment seemed to have taken her confidence.

"C'mon, Liza, let's dump this guy." she said pulling her frind, who now looked ready to pass out, towards the door that led out. Before they could leave, however, Lysander came in and glanced at his borther's outraged expression at being abandoned, Liza's blushing face, and Roxie's easy smile. He wantedt ask, Roxie could tell, but seemed to decide that it wasn't that important. What he did think was important was his question.

"What happened? Are you in trouble?" Lysander asked, souning worried. Roxie was slightly touched that he seemed to care and smied at him.

"No. McGonagall seemed to understand that it wasn't my fault. Though I gotta admit that she didn't seem to believe me until I meantioned that you were involved. The only person who looked confused was Lorcan who hadn't known about his brother's adventure.

"Really? Well you're welcome then. And sorry that you got yelled at. Wasn't like you did anything, and it was because I was being difficult, so sorry again." he said lookin at her earnestly. Roxie rolled her eyes, but smiled at him, knowing that it wasn't his fault, not really.

"Relax. It's not like it won't happen again. I think I just made an enemy of Madam Pince. Just as well. She hovers too much anyway. But, hey, some good came out of it." she shrugged showing her feelings on her almost getting in trouble.

"Oh...well. Okay." Lysander flushed an shifted his weight from foot to foot. His brother was looking at the both of them, and smiled at Lysander's obvious discomfort.

"Well, well, well. You have something to tell me, Lysander?" he asked hi twin grinning mischeviously.

"N-no." Lysander avoided his brother's eyes, his flush blossoming to his neck.

"Hey now," Roxie said, not wanting Lorcan to begin making him uncomfortable. "Leave him alone, this is between us. Besides, don't you think that Liza would like to get to know you better?" she added a wink, knowing that Lorcan would take that as his que to flirt with Liza. She'd been correct. He slung his arm around Liza's shoulders and mumured something to her, to which she looked down and stammered something. Roxie was beginning to rethink her stradegy, before Liza lifted her head and said something, making Lorcan laugh. Well. Roxie guessed that she was a great stradegist. Lysander looked at his brother before turning to Roxie. Roxie actually wondered what Lorcan had seen that had made him tease his brother so.

"So, um, still friends?" Lysander asked.

"Of course. You don't have to act like I'm going to hurt you, blimey, I won't hex you." with that she reached forward and hugged Lysander. He smeeled good. More than good, amazing. It was masculine and clean and Roxie took a sublte whiff of it. She flushed, but it wasn't seen with her dark complexion.

So it wasn't the most normal beginning to a friensdship, but didn't the weird ones end up with everyone being the best of friends? Roxie found this to be true. She and Lysander became attached at the hip. Of course, because of Roxie's slightly outlandish personality others thought that he may just be going along with it. Everyday after homeowrk, Roxie would request that Lysander read to her, as strange as it was. She loved how he'd deny her request, but would read with so much expression and zeal that belied his quiet deameanor. He also had a plesant voice, one that she hadn't noticed at first. Roxie had always not truly been able to understand why people never showed more affection to each other, and she showed it to people. She'd grab hands and run hands through hair, hugs, even kisses on the cheeks for people she was fond of. She remembered the first time that she'd kissed Lysander's cheek. He'd flushed and looked as he were about to faint. Of course, amybe she should have built up to that. But, really itwasn't that big a deal, and she'd told her brother how she falt about it and he'd seemed upset.

"WHAT? WHO IS HE? I NEVER HEARD ABOUT THIS! JAMES! DID YOU KNOW?" He'd blown up in the corridor and had stopped James, who was walking down the same corridor.

James listened, his eyebrow rising up and he hada quirk on his lips.

"Why am I here? I'm not an expert on Roxie. If anything, that should be your department. Can I go now? I need to meet someone about, supplies and if I'm late, it's a no go." James said already starting to walk away.

Her brother had already turned to Roxie, looking strangely angry. Roxie honestly couldn't understand why he was so mad.

"I haven't even heard of this bloke! Walking around here with a boyfried behind my back-"

Roxie interrupted he borhter, finally understanding his anger. "Lysander isnt my boyfriend. He's just my friend. Really I thoguht that I meantioned that to you. But more importantly, you need to know that even he was my boyfriend, you have no say in what I do." she said, anger lacing in her voice.

"Damn straight it is. I'm your brother, and I need to know who I need to curse, if they make you cry!" Fred answered his voice rising and causing a commotion.

Roxie grabbed his sleeve and dragged him to an emptier part of the corridor

"Shut p. You're causing a scene, and about your comment, if a guy made me cry, believ me, he wouldn't make it past the scene of the crime. I can handle myself." Roxie said crossing her arms.

"Look, guys are cruel a-"

"Like I didn;t already know that. I know all this, but you know what? I appreciate your concern, but I assure you that if I had a problem, you'd have noticed." Roxie said before turning on her heel and leaving her brother staring after her. Roxie was in such a rage that she ranted about it in front of all her friends, Lysander included. He listened and gave such an objective point of view that Roxie thought that he was hiding something from her.

"Well, on one hand, he was just looking out for you, in a weird way. On the flip side, he should no that you would have someone at wand point if they did something that made you upset. The only thing I truly can't understand is the way he reacted. It was little over the top. But that's your problem." Lysander said leaning against the chair that she was sitting in, as he was on the floor of the common room. Roxie glanced at him and looked back at the essay she was writing for potions.

"Not necesasarily. My brother's mental. He almost blew up the house the night before we left for Hogwarts. But what's important is that he would harldy just let me deal with him. He'd give us both a hard time. But back to what I was talking about before we started talking about this worthless conversation, do you think Liza might like Lorcan? I saw them the other day and the way she was smiling was just..." she trailed off shaking her head. If any were a mismatched pair, it would be the two of them. But then again, Lysander was outwardly shy but opened up to those he trusted. Roxie was loud and exubearnt all the time. Of course the situation wasn't the same, but it was a good enough example. Roxie observed his face as he pulled his astronomy homework to him. He was especially interested in the stars, and she'd once asked him why. He'd given her a dreamy look that made her slightly uncomfortable and his smiling blue eyes were wide.

"It's like looking at the heavens, and seeing all that we are, reflected back at us. Almost like a mirror for our souls. Like having a parent comforting you after a bad day. But my mother says to her, it's the future she sees." He'd looked away then and looked embarassed at what he'd said. But Roxie had thought about it, and she decided that she agreed with both of them. She finished up her Potions essay, and started on her Astronomy homework, promising herslf to self relfect, and look to the future.

That chapter ended up much more serious than I thought it would. I literally write as I go and tie up loose ends later, but the fact that it ended like that surprised me. Whatever. I'm actually happy about it, so I'm not going to complain. Sorry for any spellin/grammar mistakes I may have made, and thank you for reading it. Adios!