A/N: I haven't forgotten about this story, the muse just strikes where it will. Thanks for the reviews!
Disclaimer: I do not in any shape, form, or fashion own Harry Potter.
Chapter 2: A Picture Perfect Family
Gran came and broke them up after their seventh Quidditch game. Teddy had joined in on game three and Albus had shown up with Scorpius and jumped in at game five. The games were brutal and physical as they always ended up being and Roxanne knew she would have bruises from repeated encounters with bludgers and her cousin's elbows. The Scamanders left after they finished putting away the equipment to go to their grandfather's house and Roxanne and co trooped in to prepare for dinner.
Roxanne ended up setting the table muggle style with James and Lily. Magic had been banned from use since the Great Silverware Meltdown of 2024.
"I can't believe he has the nerve to show up here like this," James growled as he dropped a stack of napkins down. His eyes never left the corner where Rose, Albus, and Scorpius were talking and laughing.
"I know! After being friends with the family for seven years, to just think he could show up like he had a lifelong invitation to eat with us." Roxanne grinned at her fuming cousin. "It just boggles the mind."
James turned his angry gaze to her. "This is no joking matter. Do you know that he asked her to go with him on a cruise after they graduate?"
"The same one that Albus is also going on with him? And the rest of their friends?" Lily pointed out. "Give the girl a break, bro. This is why I never tell you about my boyfriends."
Roxanne laid down another setting, inwardly shaking her head at Lily's obtuseness. The whole point of not telling him about her boyfriends was so he didn't know there were any boyfriends, period. Now, the self-appointed guard dog of Potter-Weasley feminine virtue would be on high alert.
The oldest Potter child went still. "You have boyfriends?" He asked too casually.
Warning bells would have been going off in Roxanne's mind if she was Lily, but Lily set down a glass and continued obliviously.
"Have you seen me? Yes, I've had boyfriends. I'm currently single but," she chuckled. "Like I said, have you seen me? Plus I'm popular, smart, and good at Quidditch. I'm not exactly wanting for company if you know what I mean."
"I see." James had a strange smile on his face, the kind of smile Roxanne imagined that serial killers had when they planned their murders. "Who was your last one?"
Lily paused in the act of placing another cup, finally sensing danger. "Why?"
James shrugged. "Oh, I'm just curious at what type of guy my little sister is attracted to."
Roxanne heard the implied 'so I can kill them all'; Lily seemed to have sensed it too.
"All types." The youngest Potter said quickly. "Who was your last girlfriend?"
"Aaliyah." James didn't miss a beat. "Who was he?" He couldn't hide the belligerence now.
Lily giggled nervously and looked for an exit. James moved so he blocked her only outlet.
"Aaliyah is your current girlfriend." Roxanne decided to help her cousin out. It would do no good for her if James thought he could terrorize his female relatives' boyfriends. "She asked for your last one."
"I've been dating her since the end of sixth year. I don't even remember the girl before her." James placed another napkin on the table.
"And I don't remember the last guy." Lily said triumphantly. "How about you Roxie, you have any contenders?"
Roxanne gave her cousin the side eye. She helped her out and now she had the nerve to throw her under the bus. "Not currently. I don't have the time."
"Of course you don't." James gave her thumbs up. "Because unlike you Lily, cousin Roxie here is focused on school work and top of her class. You should take some notes."
"Unlike cousin Roxie, I have a social life." Lily gestured widely and the rest of the glasses settled onto the table with a clank. She stormed off.
James gave her a sheepish smile. "She didn't mean that."
Roxanne set her last plate down. "Yes she did, and it is true." She didn't have much of a social life outside of her cousins or Slytherin. Generally, she felt like this was social enough, but to Lily who had friends in every House and was the hub of attention wherever she went, Roxanne was almost a social pariah.
"She's just jealous." The messy haired redhead tried again.
"I know." Roxanne walked away.
James followed her. "Then why the long face?"
She schooled her expression. "What long face? This is my normal look."
"Don't try that Slytherin nonsense with me." He poked her in the arm. "What's wrong? You've been odd since we came in from quidditch."
Roxanne suppressed the urge to sigh. James was the last of her cousins that she wanted to notice anything off about her. But when she'd first gone into the kitchen and her uncles Harry and Ron had abruptly stopped talking, her mind couldn't help but wander back to the conversation she'd overheard. So she had been more pensive than what was normal for her until Lily and James had come in.
"It's nothing. I just noticed that the atmosphere in the house is kinda tense and that the wall has been fixed so I was wondering if people are mad about that." She shrugged.
James's brown eyes narrowed with a laser like focus on her as if he were trying to see through her.
She gave him a smile and reinforced her occlumency walls.
"That's probably one of the reasons." He conceded a moment later. "But not the main one. What were you doing in here so long before we started playing Quidditch?"
"What is this? Twenty questions?" Roxanne shook her head. "I finished up the last of my homework since I was on the last problem any way." She thought about telling James what she overheard but ruled it out. For all that he eschewed the rules in some areas, in others he was as hardline about it as his father. And if she told him, he would actively try to keep her out which she couldn't have.
"Was Lorcan helping you?"
"No. I ran into him as I left. He overheard something his mom said and had to explain it to me as usual." Roxanne kept her tone casual. It wasn't anything that hadn't happened before and it held the benefit of being true.
James chuckled and the intense cast to his face seemed to have faded. "Oh, about what?"
"Something about nargles. Another one of their hidden properties." Roxanne didn't drop her casual tone; she knew that James was just seeing if he could throw her off and get her to slip up.
That seemed to appease James as he nodded and relaxed slightly. "Aunt Luna always has some new thing she's talking about."
"Yeah," Roxanne said.
"James! Come here a sec," Uncle Ron called from the next room.
James turned to leave, but then glanced at her again. "You're sure you're okay?"
"Yes, James. I'm fine." Roxanne crossed her arms. "I'm just hungry now. Go."
Her cousin frowned, but he left. Roxanne sighed and went into the living room.
The walls were covered in photos of the family in different stages. The pictures moved and enlarged depending on a theme only Grandma Molly knew so everything was showcased at least once a day. Roxanne liked to come in here sometimes and just look at how the Weasley clan had grown from just her grandparents to all of them. There were her dad, uncles, and aunt through the years and then them with their spouses and then with children. Besides by seeing who was born yet in the pictures, Roxanne could approximate the ages by who the pictures interacted with. Most of them were outgoing and would wave incessantly and complete their actions with gusto.
But others… there were some pictures that Roxanne had mistaken for muggle ones at first because of the lack of motion. The photograph subjects might be smiling, but their eyes weren't. Most of those pictures were taken after the war and they hit Roxanne especially hard because in some of them her dad just looked broken. Then her mom showed up in the pictures and her dad smiled more and more.
There were also funny pictures: people making faces, playing pranks, being pranked, or just being goofy. They always seemed to appear when her grandmother wasn't around much to Grandma Molly's displeasure. Grandma Molly, uncle Percy, and aunt Hermione tried to take them down at least once a year, more often if one appeared that they featured in heavily. No one would admit to putting the pictures up, but Roxanne was fairly certain that everybody, including her Gran, had put at least one up. She'd contributed a particularly unflattering one of her Gryffindor cousins and brother after the results of a paint, bubbles, and pixie prank. Her brother had retaliated with one of her from the unfortunate Slytherin Santa's Elves prank; she had pointed ears for the entire Christmas vacation.
Roxanne sank onto the couch. Watching the photos was calming, looking at family history and the present at once. Of course, Roxanne's Slytherin side never failed to point out how much money she'd make if she sold just one of the pictures to a magazine or newspaper.
Though her parents and uncles and aunts tried to hide it, they were some of the most famous people in the wizarding world. The Second War against Voldemort may have been over for almost thirty years, but wizards had long memories and no one had forgotten what the boy who lived had done for them.
Uncle Harry was the most famous of them, his fame so bad that he still had to disguise himself when he was alone to keep from getting swarmed. Aunt Hermione and Uncle Ron were next in line although they didn't have to deal with it as badly as Uncle Harry. After Aunt Hermione lost her temper and displayed her magical prowess by freezing a massive crowd with an obscure spell that turned them into aware stone statues for an hour the public backed off. Her aunt Ginny wasn't as famous as the Trio, as her aunt Hermione and uncles Harry and Ron were called, but she did get a lot of notice for her stint as a Chaser on the Holyhead Harpies when she took them to the championship three times in a row and won it twice.
As for her parents, her mom was also famous for winning a Quidditch championship and for taking her team to the World Cup. But her dad was by far more known. Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes was the best rated, most known, joke franchise in the entire wizarding world. There were branches on every continent and her father was recognized on all of them with a big grin and whatever brightly colored prosthetic ear he was wearing for the day. He actually needed to hire bodyguards when he traveled to certain places.
Considering the prosperity that she had grown up in, was still growing up in, Roxanne had been shocked to learn that the Weasley name had once been synonymous with dirt poor. No one in the family, baring maybe her father who really liked over the top gestures at times, rubbed people's faces in it like some of her colleagues in Slytherin but they were all extremely well off. Which meant that despite their efforts to the contrary (and blackmail on her aunt Hermione's part (she was certain that had her aunt had a hint of "pure" blood, she'd have been in Slytherin)), their kids had been in the newspaper as soon as the paparazzi had gotten reliable pictures of them. James's penchant for becoming an Auror was discussed as soon as he entered school. Rose was predicted to be the next super genius. Lily was supposed to be a super competent potions mistress.
Aunt Hermione's efforts combined with her father's had finally come through and the stories had ended before she and Fred had entered Hogwarts, but she knew that they had affected her cousins. There had been more than one griping session when her older cousins had lamented being known as the 'son or daughter of'.
Roxanne could relate to that although she had more of a problem with being the 'cousin of'. People in the wizarding world had long memories and held grudges which they had no problem taking out on any member of the family; she'd had to defend herself against more than one person angry at something James, Molly, or Victiore had done.
Lily didn't have it as bad as Rose who was expected to be Hermione 2.0 with red hair. And her cousin did take after her mother with bushy hair and smarts, but she didn't take after her in drive and demeanor. While Ravenclaw with a healthy love for knowledge, Rose didn't want to know everything like her mother and was more likely to be found reading a romance novel or destroying someone in chess than reading a treatise from 1879 on wizard goblin relations for fun. Rose was a procrastinator extraordinaire where all tales of her mother had the older witch finishing things weeks ahead of schedule. And Rose was only in the top ten of her class where she was content to be as long as she was ahead of Scorpius, something that Roxanne knew Scorpius despised.
So when Rose had failed to live up to the mini-Hermione expectations, eyes turned to Lily, as if the close friendship of the Trio (really close to the point where Roxanne understood sometimes why her aunt Ginny felt left out) meant that she would inherit the traits by osmosis. Long story short, she didn't.
Lily was the party girl with a brain. She got her work done, did extremely well in some classes, but schoolwork was not the reason the girl went to Hogwarts and she was comfortably in the middle of her class. She'd inherited her parents' looks and skill at Quidditch and that was about it according to her Gran. Everybody had laughed at that comment, but Roxanne recognized the hurt look in Lily's eyes.
When Hugo also showed himself to be comfortable in the middle of his class, the mantle of Hermione had fallen to the wayside, not to be mentioned unless one of her uncles (Ron or Harry) mentioned that someone had picked something up with Hermione-like speed. Then Roxanne had entered Hogwarts.
The first shock had been her sorting although her mother and Grandma Imani had not been surprised (when her father had commented on this lack of shock, her mother had simply said 'she's your daughter'). Almost everyone in the family had sent her some sort of consolatory letter, even members that she didn't even think would care, like uncle Percy. And when she'd aced all of her classes, her Gran Molly had started with the diatribe. Lily had not been amused especially when Roxanne, in an attempt to help, had suggested that she actually use one of the studying charts that aunt Hermione always handed out because they did work.
Lily didn't speak to her for a month.
Although her cousin had eventually gotten over it, it remained a sore spot.
"You're looking awfully pensive," a dry voice interrupted her thoughts.
Roxanne looked up into a brilliant green gaze. "Just thinking."
Albus grinned. "Thinking, or plotting?" He elbowed her over, sat next to her on the couch, and stretched his long legs out, propping up his feet on the small table.
"Thinking."
Albus was the cousin she interacted most with at school since he was a fellow Slytherin. He was also the cousin who looked most like his parents; with messy black hair, those piercing green eyes, and his slender build, he was almost a mirror image of his father. It was only when they stood next to each other that you noticed that Albus was a few inches taller with longer hair and slight differences in the face.
"Thinking about what?" He asked.
"Life, us, our positions in the universe."
"Ah, so just simple stuff." He chuckled. "I thought you'd be trying to talk to Scorp."
Roxanne scooted back on the couch and craned her neck to see into the other room where Rose and Scorpius were in engaged in an argument that looked one angry gesture away from turning into a make out session; she'd been an unfortunate witness to that transition on a few occasions.
"I'll wait until he's finished his mating display with Rose."
Albus glanced over at them. "Yeah, they got too much for me. That's what I decided to do too."
"You think they'll be on again after tonight?"
"Probably. It's almost been two weeks since their last 'separation', so I think it's about time." Albus gave a long suffering sigh. "They need to just figure out whether they like each other or not, this cycle is getting annoying."
"You think it's annoying?" Roxanne asked. "I mentioned that Scorpius and me had an arrangement to Rose when they were 'off' once, just in passing because she wondered why you said he wasn't at the manor or something and I knew that he… that he was at a Quidditch game I think." She rubbed her forehead in remembrance. "You would have thought that I had told her I was screwing him and having his lovechild the way she went off on me. Accusing me," she poked herself in the chest, "of taking advantage of him and scheming to keep them apart and on and on."
The older Slytherin chuckled. "That sounds like Rosie."
"She threw an itching hex on me when she was done screaming. One of those evil ones that strikes a certain area and doesn't end with finite or any of the common counter-hexes. I had to ask my mum for help and was that an awkward conversation." Roxanne had gotten Rose back for the offense of course; Rose's hair had been Slytherin green and silver for three weeks before she found a reliable counter charm.
"Definitely a Rosie move." Albus said. "I've been at the wrong end of her wand several times for 'taking up too much of Scorpius's time'" He mimicked Rose in a falsetto as he repeated one of her favorite phrases. "Because Scorp is a celebrity too good for the likes of common folk like me. And Scorp, the rotten traitor just sits there and eats it up."
Roxanne smirked. "I have it on good authority that he once placed a charm on Rose that made any unrelated male who got within two feet of her suddenly have an urgent case of the runs. And you were there during the Subash incident."
"Unfortunately."
One otherwise normal Monday morning in October, Scorpius had come into the Great Hall and walked to the Ravenclaw table. This was a common sight as Rose and Scorpius had begun dating the year before. What was not common, however, was for Scorpius to pull out his wand and begin dueling with Priya Subash, one of Rose's best friends. Nor for him to begin accusing her, in a loud carrying voice, of scheming to ruin his relationship with Rose and list each supposed attempt.
"If romantic love clouds your judgment that much, I don't see any point in engaging in it." Roxie remembered how hard Scorpius had to work reassure his contacts and colleagues that he was in control of himself after that, and three people had challenged his control of the House. If Albus wasn't so firmly in Scorpius's corner and Roxanne determined not to lose her investment, the Malfoy scion might have actually lost to Pierce Longbottom.
Albus patted her head quickly and snatched his hand back before she could hit it. "My poor deluded cousin. You have no idea of the unstoppable power of love."
"I'm not doubting that love has power. Familial love, I get and understand. Romantic love however, it just turns otherwise intelligent individuals into idiots."
"You think that now, but I will enjoy throwing your words back into your face." Albus snaked his arm around her and brought her closer. He made a sweeping gesture with his other arm. "For everything bows from the power of love."
Someone cleared their throat from behind them. "Am I interrupting something? Incest perhaps?"
"Shove it, Malfoy." Albus laughed. "I was just telling my ickle cousin here about her future downfall."
Scorpius walked into view and quirked a pale eyebrow. "That seems like a poor plan if you're giving her warning." He folded his tall frame into the arm chair across from them.
"It's not a plan, more of a prediction." Albus squeezed Roxanne to him once more, and then let her go. "Something that she should prepare for now if she wishes to mitigate the effects."
"Really?" Scorpius had a smooth voice that Rose often complained was unfair of him to own considering the rest of his toned body, from the slightly long platinum hair, grey eyes, to his 'good enough to model' face. "Now I'm interested. What is this future calamity?"
"Love." Roxanne said deadpan.
"You are, of course, the example of someone who did not make any preparations." Albus smirked at his best friend.
Scorpius narrowed his eyes at them. "Love? What are you talking about? I'm not- Came back for more Weasley?"
His last question was directed at Rose who had rounded the corner of the couch.
She gave him a disdainful look, starting at his head and ending at his toes, before shaking her head and turning to her cousins. "Dinner is ready, hurry up if you want to get a good seat."
They all looked down the hall to the table. Uncle Ron had already taken up station next to the main gathering of food with James and Hugo on either side of him and Lucy across from him.
"Aren't they not allowed to do that after last year?" Roxanne wondered aloud. Last winter, the four bottomless stomachs had managed to completely finish off three different dishes almost by themselves. With the way Gran cooked, it was unheard of.
"No! Move." Aunt Hermione obviously remembered last year. She dispersed them. "You guys ate twenty pounds of food by yourselves." She retorted to their disgruntlement.
Roxanne studied her aunt for signs of her earlier anger. Aunt Hermione seemed normal on the surface, but her brow was permanently furrowed and she frowned when she didn't think anyone was looking.
"What?" Albus snapped her out of her thoughts again.
She shook her head. "Trying to decide if I want to brave being next to the food nexus or sit further down and have to wait but not worry about getting stabbed with a fork."
"Sure you were." Scorpius gave her a knowing look.
"Like you'd know." Rose grabbed Roxanne's hand and pulled her up. "We're going to eat."
Roxanne shot the two older boys an apologetic look and wondered again why people put up the fuss about love when she saw Scorpius's eyes lingering wistfully on Rose.
Dinner was typical. Conversation was light and centered around returning to school for those in school, possibly visiting uncle Charlie on the Dragon Reserve, and the rising price of parchment. Roxanne ended up sitting next to Rose and Lily and across from Molly and her latest boyfriend, Nicodemus Flint. Though he was a Quidditch megastar, he was nothing compared to the other megastars in her family and down-to-earth. Roxanne found herself liking him although she knew that with Molly's roving eye he would be yesterday's news by next month.
Molly Weasley II was either the exact opposite of her namesake or exactly the same depending on who you asked. She was one of the tallest of the Weasley females with a thin muggle model type body that she loved having the latest fashions on and wizards stumbled over themselves to help her achieve that goal. Her red hair had more of an orange tint to it and it was constantly changing, always in the 'it' hairstyle for the season, now it was in a sleek updo, last time Roxanne had seen her, it had been in ringlets down her back.
Molly wasn't a maneater, she just fell in love at the drop of a sickle, and each wizard she was with was 'the one' until she met the next wizard. She left a trail of broken hearts behind her but continued on without regret. Still, Roxanne and most of the family found her antics amusing and there was always a betting pool about the length of her relationships or who she'd pick next.
Dominique, the other chronic dater in the family, on the other hand, was an entirely different story. Dominique was with his sister Victoire and younger brother Louis in France with their parents and grandparents this winter vacation. He went to Beauxbatons with Louis and tales of his escapades with the witches there were legendary as was his callousness. Girls stalked him after he left them, had mental breakdowns, or in one extreme case, tried to reenact the death scene from Romeo and Juliet. He saw nothing wrong with dating two or three or four witches at the same time.
All the women in his family did.
Her mother had prefaced that conversation with 'If you ever,' a phrase that indicated that doing what she was about to say would result in your admittance to the permanent spell damage ward at St. Mungo's. Fred had come out of that conversation quaking and covering his crotch after the explicitly detailed result her mom had said would happen to him for ever dating like his French cousin. Roxanne had laughed at the way he flinched every time his mom held a spoon after that.
Luckily, Dominique was the only one like that in their family. Louis was soft spoken and reserved and would have been with her in Slytherin had he gone to Hogwarts. He was also the cousin she was closest to because their proximity in age meant that he was often with her at family gatherings. She was disappointed that he hadn't come this year because she hadn't seen him since the summer.
Roxanne shook off her thoughts and paid attention, down the table James had made what she had thought was a throwaway comment about increased security in America that had all of her aunts' and uncles' focus. Uncle Harry laughed it off and switched the subject back to James's training which everyone knew his son could go on about forever.
"You are interested in being a curse-breaker too?" Nicodemus had noticed her interest in the conversation down the way.
"A little," Roxanne smiled at him. "At this stage I don't know what I want so I'm trying to learn about everything."
"Everything?" Nicodemus asked. "Sounds like a tall order. I learned enough to know that I wanted to do quidditch and here I am." He shrugged his broad shoulders.
"Maybe when I learn enough I'll stop." Roxanne doubted that; you could never have enough knowledge. And part of her interest in curse-breaking was the idea of re-discovering secrets that had been lost.
"Maybe." Rose elbowed her playfully. "But if you knew Roxie here, you'd know how much of a longshot that is. This girl is always in a book."
"There is nothing wrong with reading." Roxanne said.
"No social life whatsoever!" Lily coughed into her hand.
Nicodemus tried unsuccessfully to keep a smile off his face. "Different people have different interests."
"Thank you." Roxanne really did like this one.
Molly leaned over and kissed him. "That's why I love you. You're so understanding."
"More than I am for making out with a Flint at my table!"
"Hush Ron, it's not your table and we are not in school anymore." Aunt Hermione scolded.
Molly pecked him on the lips again. "So very very understanding." She moved away so their lips weren't connected but their breathing increased as they stared into each other's eyes.
They were forced to move aside when a knife flung itself in between them and embedded itself in the wall. Everyone looked accusingly at her uncle Ron and Fred, but Albus caught her eye and motioned to her uncle Percy who looked a little bit too pleased with himself.
"Sorry." Nicodemus cleared his throat and apologized sheepishly.
Molly had gone as red as her namesake in one of her moods. "When I find out who did that…" She trailed off meaningfully then interlaced her fingers with her boyfriend's. "Sorry about that. I told you my family was crazy."
"We are not!" Rose defended. "Only some of them. Like my dad and uncle George."
"Do not put my dad in the same category as yours." Roxanne knew that her dad his moments, but uncle Ron was on another level. "My dad's never put a tracking charm on me."
"Which your dad made!"
"He thought it was for uncle Harry." Her uncle Harry, like a few other Ministry departments, had her father on retainer for his inventions.
"Sure he did." Rose's hair seemed to spark as she worked herself up. "Do you know how embarrassing it was to have Dad barge in on us in th-"
"I know how embarrassing it is to have my crazy family claim they're not crazy then prove their craziness when they start ranting about something that no one even wanted to hear in the first place." Molly said. "Why you thought we wanted to know was beyond me, but we didn't and we don't want any reminders of it."
"Hmph." Rose purposefully turned and inserted herself into Lucy's conversation with her mother.
Roxanne gave Molly a grateful smile. Uncle Ron had put the charm on his daughter when she'd announced her relationship with Scorpius and had come in wand blazing to check on them during a party at Malfoy manor. The results had not been pretty and Aurors had to be involved to stop the duel between her uncle Ron and Scorpius's father. The nightmare inducing part was the fact that Rose had described the setting and some of the more risqué curses cast with minute detail and no one wanted to know about the mole on her father's butt.
"Roxie!" Aunt Ginny called from the other end of the table.
"What?" Roxanne shifted in her seat so she could see her aunt.
"Who's Thomas Jefferson?"
Roxanne's eyebrows lifted. So the argument was definitely ongoing. "He's one of the founding fathers of America. He wrote their Bill of Rights. Why?"
The corners of her aunt's mouth turned down. "No reason. Do you know what the internet is?"
"Yes. It's a network that muggles use that has all sorts of information on it. It has information from almost every muggle country and you can put things on it yourself." It was actually hard to describe the internet, something that seemed basic to her. Her mom had a laptop and had taught her how to use it and Roxanne had grown up with it.
"Is that it?" Aunt Ginny asked. "It's just a sort of database?"
Roxanne frowned. "No. It's more than that. It can also be used to communicate. It allows you to speak directly to people no matter distances, like the floo or two way mirrors, only anyone who has access to it can speak to as many people as they want."
"How is that different than the telephone?" Her aunt seemed smug.
"You don't need to dial any numbers or necessarily speak out loud and more people can communicate at the same time." It still wasn't adequately describing the internet, but she hoped she was covering the most important parts of it.
Some of the other conversations stopped as people listened in on her. Albus and Scorpius didn't even pretend that they weren't listening.
"But you said only anyone who has access to it can use it." Aunt Ginny repeated with a hint of triumph. "So not everyone can use it."
"Not necessarily, but almost every muggle house has a computer and internet access and its offered at libraries and other public areas like bookstores, trains, and they even have it on the beach now." Roxanne contemplated mentioning Wi-Fi, but decided that it would only confuse her aunt more. "And it comes automatically with cellphones." She also had a cellphone and was proud that she'd gotten her best friends to use the ones she'd given them.
"Hey! My cellphone doesn't have internet." Her uncle Ron complained.
"Yes it does." His wife sighed. "You just don't know how to use it."
"Mine has it too." Harry agreed.
"So does mine." James was staring hard at his mother as if he was trying to figure something out. "And I think Hugo's does too, mom. What's with the questions?"
"Nothing," Aunt Ginny's laugh was faked. "Angelina mentioned something earlier I was just seeing if it was true."
"Is it?" Her eldest son asked.
"Yes, but it doesn't mean a thing." Ginny's words sounded like a threat.
"Ginny," her husband reached out to her and she batted his hand away and stood up.
"I'm full, excuse me."
The room was silent for the first time as she left.
"What was that about?" James ventured a few minutes later.
"Nothing!" The adults snapped.
There was another awkward silence then Gran stood up.
"Who wants dessert?"
A few people made half-hearted remarks but Roxanne could see that they, like her, were wondering about what the significance of Ginny's questions was.
A/N: So, I'm back on this story again, yay! I apologize for the delay but real life gets to me at times. Just a warning, OCs abound ahead as other character's children will be introduced and we meet the other side of Roxie's family.
Let me know what you think!