Chapter 39: Roxanne and Lorcan
Coffee flavour: peanut butter
Extra prompts: chic, midnight, wild
Roxanne padded down the marble staircase and into the Great Hall, her slippers click-clacking on the stone steps. She hadn't bothered to get dressed yet, because she knew from experience that no one else would be up yet, let alone downstairs having breakfast.
When she walked into the Great Hall, though, it wasn't quite as empty as she expected it to be. Lorcan Scamander was sitting by himself at the Ravenclaw table, munching on a slice of toast and waving at her.
Instead of going to sit alone at the Gryffindor table like usual, she changed course and plonked herself down on the bench next to him, grabbing herself some toast and spreading it thickly with peanut butter and jam, then squishing the two slices together like a sandwich.
"What are you doing down here this early?" she asked around an enormous mouthful. Lorcan grimaced.
"Nice look, Weasley. The mushed-up bread, the pyjamas...very, uh, chic."
"Oh yeah. These bunny slippers? They drive the boys wild."
"They're not the only thing..."
Roxanne felt herself blush, and immediately changed the subject. She didn't need to embarass herself any more. "You never answered my question: why are you up so early?"
Lorcan shrugged. "Couldn't sleep. I've been up since midnight. Though, if it means meeting you down here, then I might try this more often."
"I'll...hold you to that."
"Will you indeed?" Lorcan countered with a crooked smile.
Roxanne didn't trust herself to say anymore, so she settled for standing up and walking away, waving mysteriously - or so she hoped - over her shoulder as she left.
Always leave 'em wanting more, she thought as she danced down the corridor, ot quite sure why she was so happy. Maybe it was something to do with the peanut butter...