Roxanne woke up in a hospital bed and she found herself face –to – face with Madam Pomfrey.
"What! Why are you here?" She said in shock.
"You've been poisoned," Madam Pomfrey explained, "And your boyfriend is bringing the potion this morning to cure you,"
"I-I-I-I don't have a boyfriend!" Roxanne exclaimed. Madam Pomfrey raised an eyebrow.
"Well, that Mr Longbottom seems to be a good friend to you," She smirked. Roxanne felt colour rise to her cheeks.
"When is he coming?" She asked, her head beginning to spin with the thought of Frank being her boyfriend. Madam Pomfrey's face turned serious once again.
"He'll be here in a minute," She nodded professionally, her high heels clanking loudly on the white tiled floor as she walked to her office.
About two minutes later, Frank appeared in the hospital wing.
"Roxanne," He said softly, walking over to her bed. Roxanne gave a small smile at him.
"Frank," she said, "Finally. You took your time," Frank and Roxanne burst into laughter at how stupid that was as she'd only been up a minute or so. Frank's face suddenly turned dead serious and he opened his mouth to say something, but was interrupted by Madam Pomfrey coming over.
"I can hear from all the laughter Frank's here," She said sternly, "Antidote?" Frank handed over a small vile filled with a murky blue potion and the aqua plant.
"Potion, check," She said, before frowning at the plant, "I asked you to go to the Potion's master, not the Herbology Master!"
"Who said I went straight to dad?" Frank demanded, "Lola gave this to me!"
"Lola who?" Madam Pomfrey asked suspiciously, raising an eyebrow.
"Lola," He said slowly, "Lo-la Sca-man-der," He said, pronouncing every syllable.
"Oh," She said, narrowing her eyebrows, "That's interesting. I'll examine it," She stowed the plant in her robe pocket, "But if you could drink a quarter of this, that'd help you a lot," She told Roxanne. Roxanne nodded and gulped down the quarter in seconds.
"Thank you, Frank," She smiled.
"No problems," He said, smiling back. Suddenly, he leaned in closer and closer. Roxanne's heart accelerated. Their lips nearly touched. Roxanne could feel his warm breath on her cheek.
"Excuse me," interrupted Madam Pomfrey. Roxanne turned bright red, as did Frank, and jerked her head away from him abruptly.
"Yes, Madam Pomfrey?" Frank asked, his cheeks burning in embarrassment. Afraid to look her or Roxanne in the eye, he settled on staring unnaturally at his feet.
"What on earth is a wrackspurt?" She asked, a confused look on her face.
"Um," Frank hesitated, "I'm not sure. Why?"
"It wasn't in any of my standard medical books," Madam Pomfrey explained, "So I checked the more… Stranger books. And I found this plant listed as a 'Good remedy if rubbed to head twice a day for mild cases of wrackspurts,' and seeing as you were the one who brought it to me, I thought you might know what one is,"
"Well I don't," Frank mumbled to his feet.
"But you bought it," Madam Pomfrey said, shocked.
"Yes, I did. But Lola Scamander, Roxanne's friend, gave it to me," Frank explained, "She said it would cure the problem, so I accepted and brought it here,"
"Well, maybe you should've asked what she thought was the problem with Roxanne before you brought it!" Madam Pomfrey shrieked, "You have wasted my time! Now Roxanne needs to get some rest,"
"I'm fine," Roxanne objected, horrified at the thought of Frank leaving, "I'm getting better!"
"Fine, he can stay," Madam Pomfrey snapped, stalking off to her office. Roxanne smiled.
"Where were we?" Roxanne asked, joking.
"I was about to ask you on a date," Frank smirked, "And you were about to accept,"
Roxanne cracked up.
"Well, know you've asked me, I can definitely say yes," Roxanne said, her eyes flickering around his face. He grinned.
"Well, when?" He asked. Roxanne rolled her eyes.
"Next Hogsmeade visit," She said, "And shouldn't you decide?"
"A date's a two – way thing," Frank pointed out.
"The person who the person graciously accepts the invitation to a date does not pay, nor decide the location. The invitee does," Roxanne instructed, using her Ravenclaw – ness to outwit him.
"What do I know about dating?" Frank said miserably.
"Ask your sister," Roxanne chuckled, knowing how much they disagreed.
"My sister?" He asked miserably, "Have you forgotten who she is?"
"Nup! She's Alice Hannah Longbottom, twin sister to you, daughter of Neville Longbottom, your dad, and Hannah Abbott, your mum, older sister of Pomona Longbottom, your little sister who's Lily's age, a Gryffindor, Lola Scamander's ex – best friend, a pain in the butt, a know it all, a smartie and a b-i-t-c-h," Roxanne said. Frank smirked at Roxanne's last comment.
"See! Be glad you've got a better brother, Fred!" Frank scowled.
"He's not always that good," Roxanne pouted, "He can be a pain when he wants to,"
"He's only a pain when he wants to be," Frank sighed angrily, "Alice is a pain without trying!"
"Someone knows how to hurt a girl's feelings!" Roxanne rolled her eyes.
"Does that mean you're regretting going out with me?" Frank asked curiously.
"Not really," Roxanne trailed off as she thought of something, "The next Hogsmeade trip is my birthday… That means we'll have to cancel the date!"
"Why?" Frank demanded. Roxanne rolled her eyes.
"Are you serious? As soon as they see me with a guy on my birthday I'll never hear the end of it! They'll probably give me a birthday party at the three broomsticks and try to set me up with some fifty year old married man they met the other day and pay him fifty galleons to pretend to love me like they did last year! James paid him sixty – five galleons, actually…" Roxanne chuckled at the memory.
"That sounds terrible," Frank frowned.
"That was their idea of a birthday present," Roxanne smiled grimly, "To show me someone would love me, quote James 'You aren't as ugly as you think you are!'"
"Well, can we go?" Frank asked.
"I don't think so," Roxanne said, "Not until I've drunken that bottle, I reckon,"
"Well, class starts soon, so bye," Frank said, walking away.
"Bye!"
