19.
8.4.11
Spiced Pumpkin
Roxanne
ideology, elixir, ivy
Roxanne point blank hated Halloween.
Well, she liked the candy part, but that was about it.
Every year since before she could remember, the Potter-Weasleys would meet at the Burrow and carve pumpkins and make spiced cider and do other stupid seasonal things. And Roxanne participated because, well, she was a Weasley, but that didn't mean she had to like it. She didn't have to like that many Weasleys under one roof, that much red hair and freckles, that much humor, those good natured ideologies on how everything was okay as long as the entire family was in the same house. What if she didn't want to put toy skeletons up in all the closets with her uncles (they'd been doing it for years, it wasn't even scary anymore) or de-gnome the garden and pull ivy off the walls with her cousins (the gnomes always came back anyway and the ivy always grew again, so what was the point?) What if she didn't want to go shop for those stupid party favors her grandmother Molly always insisted on making every year with the Philosopher's Stone rock candy and the chocolate sauce in those Goddamn Elixir of Life vials? What if she wanted more?
All her cousins looked the same, talked the same, acted the same. Roxanne wanted to be different. She wanted to break the mold, but God, it was so hard to break.
Okay, until she found a way to break it, she could just keep participating in their stupid traditions.
The candy part wasn't bad, after all.