Roxanne: Roxanne moved to the United States for her degree in business to avoid her family and their 'help' in learning how to run Weasley's Wizard Wheezes.

Fred rapped his knuckles on Roxanne's door and pulled her attention away from the book in her hands. "Hey, Roxy, you got a minute?" He wandered into her room without waiting for a reply and glanced over the things spread out on her bed. "When was the last time you really unpacked your trunk?" he asked as his eyes alighted on a returned essay from her second year, crumpled nearly beyond recognition. "Geez, this is even worse than mine!"

"I didn't realize it was that bad," Roxanne admitted. She shoved things aside and Fred sat on the edge of her bed and dug through the clothes, books, and wads of parchment, amongst other unrecognizable things. "Was there something you wanted?" she prompted.

"Huh? Yeah. Dad wants to talk to us about who wants to take over the company. Ginny wants to go back to full time journalism and Dad thinks it's time to let us have a go."

"Oh," Roxanne said, startled. She was quickly approaching her eighteenth birthday and she'd known sooner or later it would happen, but she'd never thought it'd be dumped on them so quickly. "Now?"

"Of course not, dork," Fred said, grinning. "Dad's not cruel. Or crazy! No, he wants us to figure out who wants to do what so we can start learning what to do."

Roxanne moved a pile of clothes, a month old but still with the tags attached, off of her desk, and sat on it. "So soon though?" she asked. "You're only twenty, I'm not even eighteen. That's hardly old enough to live on my own, let alone own a company the size of Wheezes!"

Fred shrugged. "I personally don't want any of it. If you want to have full ownership, that's more than fine by me." At Roxanne's panicked expression, he hastened to explain. "I mean, I don't think I'm suited for running it. I'm not gonna abandon you to it, sis!" He laughed, and Roxanne relaxed a bit. The thought of being the sole owner of Dad's company? She was sure it'd be run into the ground within a year. "I'll always be here to help, but actually making the decisions?" Fred shuddered. "Now that's an awful thought."

"Yeah..." Roxanne trailed off. To be fair to Dad, though, it wasn't like she'd ever planned any sort of career besides taking over Wheezes. From a young age, she'd known Dad wanted it to go to her and Fred, and Fred was floating aimlessly around from job to job, practically waiting for Dad to speak up and start letting them know what he wanted them to be doing.

"Anyways," Fred said as he bounced off her bed to his feet. "Let me know what you decide. Dad also said not to rush it, since it won't happen for a few more years at least, but he said to just be aware that he's thinking about it."

"Thanks." Roxanne waved Fred out of her room and flopped across her bed. The nib off a quill jabbed her and she slid off her bed onto the floor, she she heaved a huge sigh. Life just got complicated and she wasn't sure that it was a welcome complication.

Eventually, Roxanne came to the conclusion that Dad wouldn't throw her to the sharks and let her fend for herself in it, and went to speak to him about maybe possibly attending one of the new, fancy-sounding Wizarding colleges. About that time was when it all started to go to pot.

Aunt Ginny, as lovable as she was, was the least helpful. "It's not hard at all, Roxy," she said once, or twice, or half a million times, "It's just like managing the register at the store, only on a bigger scale. You don't need to attend an expensive school to learn it."

Roxanne tried to protest, but Ginny steamrolled right over her and simply repeated herself. "You don't need a fancy school," she insisted.

Hermione was similarly unhelpful, but from another point of view. "Running a business can be so complex," she said when Roxanne started to complain about Ginny's lack of advice. "There's no one solid way to do it, and you're doing to butt heads with the other people in charge. There's nothing that can be done about it. I don't know that these new colleges are all they're cracked up to be, but if that's what you think is the right thing to do..."

Finally, one night out at the Burrow, a few weeks before the admissions slots began to open for the colleges Roxanne was interested in, right when George said once and for all that he didn't think the school was worth it, and he'd rather just have her start working as an intern and 'work' her way up, she finally snapped and ranted at Aunt Audrey, who unfortunately happened to be in the room at the time. "Why do they all think they know how to do it?" she yelled. Audrey, who'd never seen Roxanne raise her voice, sat her down and asked to hear what was going on.

"Dad wants me and Fred to take over the business, right?" she said. Audrey nodded; they'd all been hearing about it for months. "And Fred's like, he doesn't want to be involved in it, he's happy living off his inheritance and everything, so basically I'm going to be doing everything, but everybody's got their own opinion on how I should do it and they'll all be offended if I don't, and they're all wrong, except maybe Hermione, and I really want to at least try university because American wizards do it and they're not doing half bad, so why can't I try it too?"

Roxane fell back against the couch with a huff and crossed her arms. Even as an adult, she still felt like such a child, an nobody was helping matters by making her decisions feel pathetic and weak.

"May I offer my opinion?" Audrey asked, after a few moments of thoughtful silence. "You should go. Get out of Britain, and try one of those American universities. At least get away from everybody's opinions for a little while. Maybe manage one of the stores Stateside in the summer to get a feel for it. You've got your own inheritance, it should be more than enough. And if it isn't, and your dad won't help, you know Hermione at least can't say no to furthering your education." Audrey smiled, and gave Roxanne a hug. "They don't need to know that's why you're going- if anybody fusses over it, just tell them you're touring America for a few years to get it all out of your system before settling into the company."

"You're the best, you know that?" Roxanne said. Audrey shrugged; neither of her own daughters had done what their father had laid out for them; one was a starting Beater for a professional Quidditch team and the other...Audrey tried not to think about why Lucy always smelled faintly of explosives, but her job kept her occupied. Roxanne should have the freedom that she needed before George pushed her into Wheezes.

"I'm gonna do it," Roxanne. "I'm going to move to America, and go to an American university, and everybody who says otherwise can go hang."

"That's the spirit."

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