"Excuse me, Miss Weasley, what are you doing?" Professor Windshield asked.
"Which one?" Lucy pouted. Professor Windshield sighed.
"Whichever one of you decided to use offensive language." He sniffed. Roxanne rolled her eyes.
"That would be Lucy, Professor," Roxanne informed him. Lucy rolled her eyes.
"Don't lie, Roxanne," Lucy cackled in her horrid, screechy tone. Roxanne glared at her, her face showing her mix of emotions; partially hurt and partially annoyed.
"I'm not, Miss Lucy. You know I'm not. And I've got all of you little friends as proof, don't I?" Roxanne smirked. Lucy scowled.
"I hate Ravenclaws!" She declared loudly, earning her a death glare from half of her amused class.
"Ten points from Gryffindor!" Professor Windshield scowled. Lucy rolled her eyes.
"Really, Professor?" Lucy asked.
"Yeah," said several of her cronies in chorus, defending her.
"I mean, the whole point-taking thing is so overrated," Alice grumbled.
"Um, yeah! It so totally is!" Courtney agreed. Greta chewed on her nails.
"What do you think, Greta?" Lucy smirked. Greta looked like she was going to throw up.
"I, um…" Greta's voice trailed off squeakily and abnormally high-pitched.
"You what? What's that I hear?" Lucy teased.
"Leave her alone," Roxanne grumbled. Lucy poked her tongue out.
"Whatever," Lucy muttered, "You're no fun!"
"Well, it isn't really nice, calling somebody a-a-a bitch," Greta mumbled.
"Agreed," Roxanne nodded.
"Girls, girls, do settle down," Professor Windshield scowled.
"Yes, sir," Lara piped up from the front, scribbling down a title at the top of her parchment.
"Good Lord," Roxanne sighed with relief as she stalked off and sat down between Eliza and Lara.
"That was nice of you," Eliza noted in a hard, rock solid cold tone. Lara glared at her.
"You could be more grateful, Elizabeth," Lara said, her voice laced with sarcastically.
"Elizabeth isn't even my full name, Lara," Eliza snorted, disgusted.
"Like I give a-"
"Eliza! Lara! Stop BICKERING!" Roxanne screamed. The whole class turned to stare at her.
"Miss-er-Roxanne, may you please stop giving us a bete ear splitting headache!" Professor Windshield scowled, making sure every syllable of his thickly French accented words were heard.
"Yes, sir. Sorry, sir." Roxanne mumbled, blushing into the roots of her hair. She didn't want to get into more trouble than she had to.
The elderly Professor began to drone on and on about the theory of Human Transfiguration. It was even hard for the Ravenclaws to pay attention. Eliza, notorious for skipping class when it got to hard or when she was bored, walked out to go practice Quidditch. Lucy, Alice, Courtney and their cronies (excluding Greta) started plaiting each other's hair and giggling and exchanging magazines. Greta wiggled in her seat, obviously wanting to join the herd of giggling girls, but sacrificing a small part of her social life for her academic success.
But Professor Windshield didn't notice a thing. Not even when James and Louis started to debate on whether or not they could recommend their cousins for sex without seeming morally wrong.
"That," Roxanne decided pointedly, after listening to her cousins' debate for five minutes, "Is why I hate my family,"
"Chill," Lara laughed, "You can still love them. I mean, they are total hotties!"
"Still," Roxanne shuddered, "Would you call your cousins hotties?"
"That's a little close to home," Lara joked, rolling her eyes.
"A little." Roxanne smirked, making Lara blush.
"You know what I mean," She snapped, waving her hand around airily. "Anyways, can you tell Eliza that I'm really sorry?"
"Why can't you?" Roxanne demanded, her tone going as cold as ice.
"It's just – she won't talk to me. That's why," Lara said quickly.
"Fine," Roxanne sniffed, "But, I have a question for you to answer; why did you do that?"
"Lucy." Lara said, before quickly adding something else as Roxanne glared at her, "She heard me crying because I always feel left out. She said she'd help me, on one condition. And I guess, well, I just took the offer." Lara explained bitterly.
"Well, look. Lara, I'm sorry if I – we – make you feel left out. We don't mean to," Roxanne explained, tapping her quill softly against her blue ink-holder.
"It's alright," Lara nodded, "I was a bit of a fool,"
"So was I," Roxanne agreed.
"Anyways," Lara grinned, "We were talking about how hot your cousins are, weren't we?"
Roxanne grinned back, "Yep. And how morally wrong it is for me to agree with you."
"Yeah," Lara giggled, "If Frank found out, you'd so be dead,"
"I know," Roxanne retorted bouncily, showing all of her sparkling white teeth as she laughed, using her slightly unusual bubbly laugh that tinkled happily across the room.
"But I won't tell," Lara grinned, making a face. Roxanne breathed a rather unnaturally loud sigh of relief.
"Thank you so much, Lara," grinned Roxanne happily, "I owe you one."
"I'm happy to help," Lara shrugged.
"Class dismissed, les garçons et les filles," Professor Windshield decided. Most students ran out of class immediately, sighing with relief. Roxanne and Lara decided to join the milling crowd as they pushed past each other eagerly to get out of the torturous class. Leading the large group was, of course, James and Louis, with Lucy and her cronies not far behind.
"Did you hear what Lucy-bitch was up to?" A boy sniggered.
"What? That she wanted to get her sister's boyfriend and 'fuck him in the broom closet so bad that he'd have to take a week off fucking work!'? Yeah, I heard," The other boy grinned.
"Don't you have anything better to talk about?" Thomas snapped as he walked past them. Boy one rolled his eyes.
"For Godric's sake! Mark, did I ever tell you how much I bloody hate Ravenclaws?" Boy one hissed to boy two, who was obviously Mark.
"I know, right? I totally agree, Josh," Mark nodded in agreement.
"Can you believe them?" Lara gaped.
"The nerve!" Roxanne gasped. She marched over towards the two boys.
"What were you saying?" Roxanne demanded angrily. Mark shrugged.
"None o' ya business, freak!" Mark poked his tongue out at her.
"I happen to be Head bloody Girl!"
"Oh, shit!" Josh swore.
"Yeah!" Lara backed her friend up.
"They're just a couple o' girls, Josh," Mark shrugged, "What harm can they do? Besides, they do come from that weird arse family anyways."
"NEVER!" Roxanne screeched, causing the whole crowd to stare at her. Lara grabbed her friend worriedly, "INSULT MY FAMILY, YOU FUCKING IDIOT!"
And then everything went black.