-I do not own Harry Potter-

"Will someone please get this ginger off me?!" Trixie yelled while trying (and failing) to push the dragon tamer off her. Roxie sighed and wolf whistled. Charlie's head popped up and looked to Roxie.

"Come on Charlie, come to Roxie!" She called while patting her knees, as if calling a dog. He jumped off Trixie and ran, on all fours, to Roxie. She kneeled down and started to mess his hair up, just like she would do to a dog. "That's a good boy!"

"Okay…" Heather looked back to Trixie. "Well? Aren't you going to tell us why the hell Charlie knows you? And why he called you "Wixie"?"

"I guess I need to tell you more about my past, eh?" Trixie informed them while scratching the back of her neck. "Long story short, I babysat them. It's small world, heh."

"…" Roxie and Heather stared at her with blank looks until Heather screamed at her.

"THE AUTHORESS DOESN'T UPDATE FOR ALMOST A YEAR AND THAT'S ALL WE GET?! WHAT THE HELL MAN? WHAT THE ACTUAL HELL?!" Heather boomed, stomping off into the forest, with George close behind.

…

Roxie sipped on a cup of coffee, the only drink that can calm her down, in the Gryffindor common room, when a brunette, fifteen-year-old boy came and sat beside her. He also drank a cup of coffee and was reading the paper. Then the boy spoke.

"Man, this whole tri-wizard tournament is crazy." He said to no one in particular. Roxie nodded in agreement. "And that Rita Skeeter… I know Harry Potter, he's fourteen not twelve!"

"I know right?" Roxie muttered while taking a sip of coffee. The boy put the paper down and looked at the fox.

"So what brings a pretty Slytherin to the Gryffindor common room?" He smiled brightly making Roxie chuckle. "What's so funny?"

"You're a fifth year Gryffindor calling a Slytherin sixth year pretty, who wouldn't giggle?" She giggled some more, making the laugh as well.

"Good point." His blue eyes sparkled as he smiled at her. "My name's Randy."

"I'm Roxie," She smiled back. At that moment Heather walked in with Fred and George. Fred saw Roxie on the couch with the Gryffindor and his face turn as red as his hair with anger. Fred stomped over and picked the boy up by the collar of his shirt and dragged him out of the common room.

"Go to your Hufflepuff girlfriend Randy! I'm sure Ruth misses you dearly!" And with that Fred slammed the portrait close and walked back to see three surprise faces. "What?"

"FOREVER ALONE!"

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Yo Peoples~ I'm sorry I haven't updated but I've been busy… Ja man. Anyway Randy is based off my boyfriend, lol right?

Merry Christmas~