**did anyone here ever notice that K comes right after J? .yeah, anyway, JK
owns Harry Potter, all five of 'em and the upcoming two more, not me. I
just like to pretend..
-Long Mornings-
After the incident in the earlier hours, Roxanne could not bring herself to sleep very much, thinking about a particular red-headed boy. She got dressed in the school uniform before the sun rose, unwillingly putting her robes on above her uniform, it was just a bit warm outdoors. She brushed her teeth and her hair and then grabbed two ribbons and stuffed them into a pocket. She put her textbooks into her messenger bag along with a few scrolls and quills and ink from her trunk, hoping that she wouldn't find herself with a cauldron to drag around until she had her potions class.
As the sun began to rise Roxanne heard Hermione stir and quickly ran out the door with her bag; as she learned last night, a prefect in the early morning is not a pleasant thing. After Roxanne arrived in the common room she looked around for a safe place to sit, unsure of exactly what had been bobby-trapped with some sort of prank, courtesy of Fred and George. She finally chose the floor next to the long-extinguished fire. Taking the ribbons out of her pocket, she began to tame her hair into the same two braids she had the night prior. Halfway through the second braid, the fire lit up and the head of Sirius Black appeared in the hearth.
"H-Hello Sirius." Roxanne stammered, very surprised at his sudden appearance
"Hello Roxanne." Sirius replied brightly. "Just checking up on you. Arthur said you were already here but just wanted to make sure. Remind Harry to write to me, would you? And we'll try to meet up at Hogsmeade; uh, why, morning Remus." Another head popped into the fire along with Sirius' "Well good speaking with you Roxy, have a great day."
He smiled as the fire extinguished and at that moment Harry walked into the room, still in his pajamas. Roxanne could see him from the angle she sat at but Harry could not see her in return.
"Morning Harry."
She said. For a brief moment, Harry thought that the chair was speaking to him. Roxanne stood up and Harry immediately identified her, noticing her hair was similar to his and smiled slightly,
"Morning."
She looked to her half braided hair and quickly finished the weave, tying it off with the ribbon. The two shared a brief laugh as they looked at each other's hair; even in the braids, Roxanne's hair seemed to find ways to keep messy. This moment was quickly broken by Ron who came walking down the steps. He gave Roxanne a slight glare and then, with a grunt, motioned to Harry to come back upstairs. Roxanne waved at Harry and watched him walk back upstairs. Turning to the window, she watched the sun begin to rise. Content with watching it, she did so until the rest of the house had made their ways downstairs and began to exit to the Great Hall. Finally looking away from the window, she noticed the time and quickly rushed out of the nearly empty common room and to the Great Hall.
~*~
While in the Great Hall, Roxanne sat in-between Harry and Ginny while trying to avoid cold looks from both Hermione and Ron. Neither of them seemed at all fond of her now, she just hoped that they loved their house too much to take points from it. Romulus whizzed by Roxanne's head and had to double back to drop the envelope on her. Picking it up, she opened it: it was her schedule. She mumbled to herself and Ginny looked over her shoulder.
"History of Magic, no problem. Charms with the seventh years - wonderful. A private Potions lesson and then Defense Against the Dark Arts." She took a double take on the scroll and her face seemed to crumble, "I guess I'm farther behind in Potions then I thought." Ginny patted her back,
"Snape's not that bad."
Harry, Ron, and Hermione stopped eating and looked at her.
"What?"
The three continued to stare.
"He's really not you just have to not talk and get an O in practically everything." she began to slow down in her speech and make a face, "and be a Slytherin.you're right, he's terrible. Best of luck Roxanne."
"Thanks." Roxanne said to Ginny with disappointment obvious in her voice. Ginny took this moment to leave, along with the majority of the other fourth years; they all had the Care of Magical Creatures that morning. And not much longer after, the Great Hall began to clear out as students walked to their morning classes.
~*~
History of Magic seemed to never end. The dull voice of Professor Binns caused Roxanne's eyes to slowly close. She would nearly nod off before she would hear Ron, who she sat beside, say "ow!" as Hermione elbowed him to sit up and listen.
"Hermione," Roxanne thought, "must not be human; either that or on drugs."
Roxanne then proceeded to draw a large quaffle in the lower corner of her parchment, paying very vague attention to the lesson on the Goblin Wars. The ninety minutes finally passed and the entire class seemed to run out of the room, relieved to be in the hallway. Roxanne's mood perked up upon the realization that she should get to see Fred in the next period.
"G'bye Harry, Ron, Hermione. Uh, have fun in potions."
Roxanne didn't even notice the glare of Hermione as she happily skipped in the opposite direction. Slightly blinded by her happiness, Roxanne had not seen Professor Snape begin to sharply turn the corner at the end of the corridor. She ran into him and fell backward, dropping her bag; her textbooks and parchments and quills had fallen out and scattered themselves across the floor. But Roxanne paid no attention to this as she looked up at Professor Snape, wide-eyed with some slight fear. The Professor returned her look with a glare that he reserved only for those whom he was not fond of in the least. After a short, silent moment, Roxanne regained her ability to speak,
"S-sorry sir. I didn't mean to - "
"It would be in your best interests, Ms.."
"P-Potter sir."
"Ms. Potter, to walk down the corridors to avoid incidents like this. Five points from," he looked at the emblem on her robes and then smiled slightly, "Gryffindor."
He then continued to hurry down the hall, leaving a dumbfounded Roxanne. She sat on the ground for a moment before her anger kicked in. She began to shove her scattered textbooks, quills, and parchments into her bag and then made her way to Professor Flitwick's classroom in a huff.
**RR please. Much love to those who are! This chapter might be re-worked sometimes this week when I get around to writing chapter six..I have to go vacuum or something and my creative process has been far to rushed ::overdramatic pose and sigh:: aaaaaandscene!
-Long Mornings-
After the incident in the earlier hours, Roxanne could not bring herself to sleep very much, thinking about a particular red-headed boy. She got dressed in the school uniform before the sun rose, unwillingly putting her robes on above her uniform, it was just a bit warm outdoors. She brushed her teeth and her hair and then grabbed two ribbons and stuffed them into a pocket. She put her textbooks into her messenger bag along with a few scrolls and quills and ink from her trunk, hoping that she wouldn't find herself with a cauldron to drag around until she had her potions class.
As the sun began to rise Roxanne heard Hermione stir and quickly ran out the door with her bag; as she learned last night, a prefect in the early morning is not a pleasant thing. After Roxanne arrived in the common room she looked around for a safe place to sit, unsure of exactly what had been bobby-trapped with some sort of prank, courtesy of Fred and George. She finally chose the floor next to the long-extinguished fire. Taking the ribbons out of her pocket, she began to tame her hair into the same two braids she had the night prior. Halfway through the second braid, the fire lit up and the head of Sirius Black appeared in the hearth.
"H-Hello Sirius." Roxanne stammered, very surprised at his sudden appearance
"Hello Roxanne." Sirius replied brightly. "Just checking up on you. Arthur said you were already here but just wanted to make sure. Remind Harry to write to me, would you? And we'll try to meet up at Hogsmeade; uh, why, morning Remus." Another head popped into the fire along with Sirius' "Well good speaking with you Roxy, have a great day."
He smiled as the fire extinguished and at that moment Harry walked into the room, still in his pajamas. Roxanne could see him from the angle she sat at but Harry could not see her in return.
"Morning Harry."
She said. For a brief moment, Harry thought that the chair was speaking to him. Roxanne stood up and Harry immediately identified her, noticing her hair was similar to his and smiled slightly,
"Morning."
She looked to her half braided hair and quickly finished the weave, tying it off with the ribbon. The two shared a brief laugh as they looked at each other's hair; even in the braids, Roxanne's hair seemed to find ways to keep messy. This moment was quickly broken by Ron who came walking down the steps. He gave Roxanne a slight glare and then, with a grunt, motioned to Harry to come back upstairs. Roxanne waved at Harry and watched him walk back upstairs. Turning to the window, she watched the sun begin to rise. Content with watching it, she did so until the rest of the house had made their ways downstairs and began to exit to the Great Hall. Finally looking away from the window, she noticed the time and quickly rushed out of the nearly empty common room and to the Great Hall.
~*~
While in the Great Hall, Roxanne sat in-between Harry and Ginny while trying to avoid cold looks from both Hermione and Ron. Neither of them seemed at all fond of her now, she just hoped that they loved their house too much to take points from it. Romulus whizzed by Roxanne's head and had to double back to drop the envelope on her. Picking it up, she opened it: it was her schedule. She mumbled to herself and Ginny looked over her shoulder.
"History of Magic, no problem. Charms with the seventh years - wonderful. A private Potions lesson and then Defense Against the Dark Arts." She took a double take on the scroll and her face seemed to crumble, "I guess I'm farther behind in Potions then I thought." Ginny patted her back,
"Snape's not that bad."
Harry, Ron, and Hermione stopped eating and looked at her.
"What?"
The three continued to stare.
"He's really not you just have to not talk and get an O in practically everything." she began to slow down in her speech and make a face, "and be a Slytherin.you're right, he's terrible. Best of luck Roxanne."
"Thanks." Roxanne said to Ginny with disappointment obvious in her voice. Ginny took this moment to leave, along with the majority of the other fourth years; they all had the Care of Magical Creatures that morning. And not much longer after, the Great Hall began to clear out as students walked to their morning classes.
~*~
History of Magic seemed to never end. The dull voice of Professor Binns caused Roxanne's eyes to slowly close. She would nearly nod off before she would hear Ron, who she sat beside, say "ow!" as Hermione elbowed him to sit up and listen.
"Hermione," Roxanne thought, "must not be human; either that or on drugs."
Roxanne then proceeded to draw a large quaffle in the lower corner of her parchment, paying very vague attention to the lesson on the Goblin Wars. The ninety minutes finally passed and the entire class seemed to run out of the room, relieved to be in the hallway. Roxanne's mood perked up upon the realization that she should get to see Fred in the next period.
"G'bye Harry, Ron, Hermione. Uh, have fun in potions."
Roxanne didn't even notice the glare of Hermione as she happily skipped in the opposite direction. Slightly blinded by her happiness, Roxanne had not seen Professor Snape begin to sharply turn the corner at the end of the corridor. She ran into him and fell backward, dropping her bag; her textbooks and parchments and quills had fallen out and scattered themselves across the floor. But Roxanne paid no attention to this as she looked up at Professor Snape, wide-eyed with some slight fear. The Professor returned her look with a glare that he reserved only for those whom he was not fond of in the least. After a short, silent moment, Roxanne regained her ability to speak,
"S-sorry sir. I didn't mean to - "
"It would be in your best interests, Ms.."
"P-Potter sir."
"Ms. Potter, to walk down the corridors to avoid incidents like this. Five points from," he looked at the emblem on her robes and then smiled slightly, "Gryffindor."
He then continued to hurry down the hall, leaving a dumbfounded Roxanne. She sat on the ground for a moment before her anger kicked in. She began to shove her scattered textbooks, quills, and parchments into her bag and then made her way to Professor Flitwick's classroom in a huff.
**RR please. Much love to those who are! This chapter might be re-worked sometimes this week when I get around to writing chapter six..I have to go vacuum or something and my creative process has been far to rushed ::overdramatic pose and sigh:: aaaaaandscene!