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"Ms. Weasley I don't think you understand the seriousness of what you've done! Ms. Smith may have appeared to be alright when you left her, but she now has a cracked skull and a cracked vertebrae. These are very serious injuries." McGonagall said in lieu of some kind of intro.

"What? After what she did to Lysander, you're going to talk to me? Did you see him in there, Professor? He has a broken back, and she did that to him! Why am I being yelled at right now, when she could've easily killed him! That makes no sense!" Roxie exclaimed. The past Professors broke into whispers. Some talking about Kylie or Lysander, others talking about Roxie.

"Yes. I saw him. It makes me furious that she would injury someone like that and to have premeditated it as well. But what makes me even more furious is that your solution is not to be by your friend's side, but to attack another student so that you could exact your own self-righteous revenge." She said her nostrils flaring. Roxie leaned her head back and looked her Headmistress dead in the eye.

"You think that was the worse I could've done, Professor? The only reason I didn't do worse was because I hadn't seen him yet. Plus, if I'd waited any longer I would've done the same thing to her. So then where would we be?" she countered her eyes fierce. Portraits all around broke out into sharp gasps and furious whispers. Roxie caught the words `disrespect', `insubordination', and `rude'. Quite frankly she didn't give a damn.

"That is irrelevant! Harming another student is not only a serious infraction, but you could be expelled."

"What about Kylie? Is she gonna plead guilty and get a slap on the wrist? Because if she does you can bet that she'll be set free upon everyone else that she hates for no reason." Roxie yelled. McGonagall leaned back and sighed heavily grabbing the bridge of her nose. Roxie sat in her chair and slumped. For the most part she was still angry. Still wanting revenge. But most of all she felt sadness for her friend. He was that bed all alone until Liza and Lorcan could figure out what she'd done. He was in pain and no one was there to comfort him. She knew later on she would feel guilty for hurting Kylie, but that would be a long time from now.

"I'm calling your parents here, and they can deal with you. For now, you are temporarily suspended from the Quidditch team and all clubs you are currently participating in. You will be on a strict curfew. You can't be on the grounds unless accompanied by a teacher. You will be in bed by ten o'clock. Do you understand?"

"Of course." Roxie said dryly putting her chin in her hand. McGonagall shook her head and proceeded to her fireplace.

"Weasley Wizard Wheezes!" she stuck her head in the fire and waited. Roxie couldn't hear what anyone on the other side was saying

"Yes, hello Mrs. Weasley it's very nice to see you as well. No it's not Fred. No, it's Roxie. You'd better come here. It's best that you hear this personally. Yes, that's alright." McGonagall replied. Roxie sat forward and waited for her Headmistress to speak.

"Your parents will be arriving her shortly to speak with you, I suggest you figure out how you're going to tell them what you did." She said striding out of the room. Roxie sat there and watched the portraits stare at her. She looked at the last two. The most recent was a sneering Snape.

"What are you looking at?" she snapped. He opened his mouth to speak, but Dumbledore interrupted him.

"Ms. Weasley, is Mr. Scamander all right?" he asked his voice soft and inquiring. Roxie's eyes watered and she put her head in her hands.

"I don't know." She mumbled letting her tears fall. She kept her hands in her face and cried. She was interrupted by the most annoying voice so far.

"Oh, teenagers. Always so dramatic about everything. We've had students die and she's crying over simple injuries?" Roxie looked up in complete disbelief. It was Phineas Black and he was shaking his head in disappointment. Roxie felt unexpressed anger boil up and was quite sure her hair was puffing up, as it usually did when her magic was out of control or when she was angry.

"What is wrong with you? You're a professor, and you take things like this so lightly? Isn't your duty to the Headmaster or Headmistress? And their duty is to protect, teach, and guide students. So what is your problem? You're the only one here who doesn't care at all. Have you lost all sense of morals because you're a stupid portrait?" she yelled her ears red.

"Now really!" A witch cried her tone disapproving.

"No, really. You people listen to me. My friend is stuck in a hospital, all alone and it's my fault. If he weren't friends with me, he wouldn't be in this state. He'd be safe, and warm, and—and reading, like he does every evening. Not injured, and in pain. I can't sit here and wait for my mom to punish me, when he's out there!" she screamed running for the door. She pulled and turned it. She even fired few spell. It wouldn't budge.

"Bloody hell, what do I do to get out of here?" Roxie banged on the door for what felt like hours. Her strength petered out and she eventually slid to the floor, mumbling to herself.

"Lysander, I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry." When her parents finally came they found her sitting in her chair a blank expression on her face. Her mother dropped down to Roxie's level and grabbed her shoulders. Her father wrapped his arms around her and simply gave her support.

"Roxie? We heard what happened. While I don't like how you chose to get back at Kylie, I can see why you did it. I wouldn't have done the same thing but…"

"I would have." Her father muttered darkly. Roxie could only imagine what his usually happy, mischievous blue eyes looked like. She was simply glad it wasn't for her.

"Yes, I know, but she's not going to get off from this so easily, George. She could be expelled.

"So what about that other child? Is she going to walk around, here?"

"Of course not! Roxie what do you have to say for yourself?"

"I'm glad I did it, and if given a second chance I would have done worse." She said dryly. Her mother sighed and stood up.

"Well, we're going to have to live with that. I'll get McGonagall." Her mother said standing up and walking out.

"If it makes you feel any better, you probably won't get in trouble at home." He teased poking her belly.

"Dad! Don't poke my stomach."

"Why not cuddle-bug?"

"You haven't called me that in years." She recalled drawing out that last word.

"Well, you haven't made me quite so proud in years." He shrugged. She rolled her eyes. Trust her dad to be proud of her for injuring someone, and not for things like being top ten in her year, or making the Quidditch team.

"I guess it was long over-due. Poke away than." She said sitting back and giggling a little when her father tickled her. McGonagall came in soon after and she gave George a stern look as if knowing he let Roxie off the chain. Angelina secretly smiled behind her hand when she saw the defensive look George gave McGonagall.

"Well, as much as I can't approve of your behavior, Ms. Weasley, you will have to be released. I pray that in future incidents you will keep you wand away." McGonagall said her eyes narrowed.

"Yes, ma'am." She replied almost frostily. Roxie stood up and walked without with her parents and she could easily hear the whispers that were obviously about what had happened.

"It's okay Roxie. Don't let them get to you." Her mother murmured shooting a few looks at people. They shirked away from her gaze and continued down the corridor. When they finally got there Liza and Lorcan were waiting on Roxie.

"Roxie! Good, you weren't expelled. So, Ly, is doing as best as he can right now, but he's still in pain. Lorcan already told his parents, though. Oh, hey Mr. and Mrs. Weasley." Liza said, while dabbing Lysander's forehead with a cool washcloth. Roxie strode forward and took up the task murmuring to Lysander as he dreamed.

"How is he?" Angelina asked her brow furrowed and worry clearly plastered across her face.

"Well, his other breaks are mended mostly, but he's going to have a brace for his back for a few months. How did Roxie avoid getting expelled?" Lorcan asked his eyes not leaving his brother.

"Well, it wouldn't be far for her to get expelled and for Kylie not to, so McGonagall just gave them both a warning." George ran his hand through his hair and sighed. Roxie was surprised that no one shied away from the sight of his maimed earhole. Though, at the moment he was surrounded by people who loved him or respected him, so it would be unlikely anyway.

"You know, it might be time for my wife and I to speak with Mr. and Mrs. Smith about their child now. Who knows, maybe they would've attacked Roxie?" George looking far too happy.

"Oh they wouldn't have. They know that too many people here would've gotten her for it. People love Roxie. Not to mention the fact that she would've sent plenty of them to St. Mungo's along with her." Liza said a dark humorless laugh escaping her.

"Well, even so, we should tell them their child is out of line. Ready love?"

"I think so." They walked to the fireplace and flooed out together.

Roxie made no move when her parent left.

"Lorcan, could you hand me my wand?" Roxie asked. Lorcan handed it to her and watched as she siphoned blood off of Lysander. It wasn't uncommon for Lorcan to see Roxie be tender to Lysander when she normally wasn't, but his was something else. Perhaps finally they'd realized they were in love, he realized. Whatever the cause they'd most likely be closer than they ever had been. A roar erupted from the fireplace and out stepped Luna and Rolf Scamander, Lorcan and Lysander's mother.

"Oh no. Oh Lysander, what did she do to you?" Luna asked nearly running to his bed and grabbing his hand, gripping it firmly. Immediately Rolf went to Lorcan and Liza asking for details. It was mostly silent before Luna looked up, her bright eyes narrowed and her eyes bloodshot.

"It was Kylie Smith. She uh, doesn't like me. So I guess she took it out on Lysander. I can understand if you don't want him around anymore. I 'm so so—"

"This isn't your fault. Obviously it's her fault and I would like her to understand what she's done." Luna said standing up ad leaving the room. Rolf sighed and sat where his wife was just moments before. Lysander roused and looked up blearily.

"Dad? Liza? Lorcan? Roxie? What are you guys doing here?" he asked wincing when he tried to move.

"Your mother and I came to visit you after what happened. Though I think she went to give Ms. Smith an earful." Rolf replied.

"Huh. So are you going to stop her?"

"No, I think she needs to get it off her chest. Besides Roxie got there first I hear." He said looking towards her. She blushed a bit but shrugged nonchalantly.

"Well, she deserved it."

"I concur." Liza said. Lysander shook his head and flinched again, though this tie he smiled when he saw everyone reach forward to help him. How wonderful it felt to know how loved you are.

AN: Okay, one you guys need to read this really. If you don't you will be completely lost. First, I won't be updating for a while because I was inspired by a show of mine that I recently just watched the end for. Second, you have no idea how close I was to almost deleting every word I wrote. Be thankful that I noticed and didn't save automatically. Third, please tell me how I'm doing you guys I really need to know. I feel like I'm not growing as an author, so any constructive criticism would be greatly appreciated. Alright you guys, bye for now.