ICN: Roxy's another one with ADD/ADHD in my vision of her, although I think she manages it better than James ever did. I feel very strongly that she ends up working as a Healer and I have no clue why.

HAIR: black.

EYES: dark brown.

WAND: willow, phoenix feather, eleven and a quarter inches.

Roxanne Weasley had long since pulled the purple ribbon out of her wildly curling hair and was winding it through her small fingers, staring unseeingly at her cousin's straight back before her. She was, as usual, a maelstrom of emotions: fear, exhilaration, anxiety, hope… it was all there. She had tried to prepare herself for this but now that she was here she could barely breathe through her tension. Hogwarts was so big, so grand, so full of challenges and uncertainty and cousins. She would have to make friends for the first time in her short life. Lily didn't count because they had been friends since before they could remember.

Thinking of her favourite cousin and undisputed best friend, Roxy stood on tiptoe and sought Lily out at the Hufflepuff table. It wasn't hard; Lily was one of two redheads on the entire table and was already craning her neck to watch her cousins. Lily beamed and waved as she saw Roxy looking, mouthing 'good luck'. The dark-haired little girl took a deep breath and smiled back, giving a quick thumbs-up. Things wouldn't be so bad… she did have a lot of family here, after all. Perhaps she would be in Hufflepuff with Lily and they could continue on as before, fast friends who shared everything together and spent as much time with each other as with their own siblings.

But then she wouldn't be near Fred. Freddie, the best big brother in the world, who always made her laugh when she was upset and never ignored her, even when his friends were around. Roxy chewed her lip as she turned her gaze to the Gryffindor table. Her brother was laughing with Dom, waving his hands around animatedly as he relayed some story. Roxy smiled. Dom might seem tough but she was just like a big sister whenever she came round with James during the holidays. James mostly ignored Roxy, claiming loudly that he had enough of his own little sister at home. Then there was Rose, who used to be bossy but was mellowing out a little now that she was getting into her mid-teens. Roxy got on well with her. There was a tall, curvy brunette seventh-year opposite Rose, and Roxy stared at her for a moment, trying to place where she knew her from. It took her several seconds to recognise Abby Dursley. Roxy had only spoken to Abby a handful of times, but the girl she remembered from the summer before last had grown taller and fitter looking, her hair shorter and glossier, her smile wider. Roxy vaguely remembered Lily mentioning that her Dursley cousin had spent the summer doing work experience in Herbology research and had really enjoyed it.

Surveying the abundance of extended family around her, Roxy suddenly felt a lot more relaxed about the whole thing. What was there to be scared of, really? She was no Slytherin and whilst she loved learning new things, she could barely sit still in class and found reading challenging. She was sure that she wasn't nearly focused or talented enough for Ravenclaw. So she'd be in either Hufflepuff or Gryffindor and be happy in either of them.

Straightening up and nodding to herself, the little girl peered up at the Sorting Hat and saw that only a handful of students remained in front of her and Louis. She jabbed her cousin excitedly in the ribs, causing him to jerk in surprise. He turned and raised a quizzical golden eyebrow at her from under his smoothly waved fringe of light blond hair. Roxy gestured towards the front, her dark eyes shining. When Louis turned back to her with a rare smile on his angelic face, her own grin stretched even bigger and she bounced up and down on the balls of her feet, suddenly impatient to be Sorted.

Letting her eyes wander over to the teachers' table, Roxy smiled widely when she saw Professor Longbottom trying to catch her eye, a grin on his friendly face. Professor Longbottom had known all the Weasley-Potter children as they grew up but he had been around a lot more for the past six years, since his daughter was born. Roxy and Lily had taken to watching over little Daisy whenever the Professor and his wife brought her over to the Potters' house, gently bossing her around and playing dolls with her. During the summer holidays this was a regular occurrence and, although Lily often got tired of having the little girl around so much, Roxy had come to think of her as her own baby sister. She hoped Mrs Longbottom would bring Daisy to visit Professor Longbottom at school, so that she and Lily could show the little girl around.

Humming the Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes radio advertisement jingle, as her father frequently did to annoy her mother, Roxy moved her gaze up the line of teachers, wondering which ones would be nice and which would be intimidating. She jumped as she realised that there was no one standing in front of Louis before her and jabbed him in the ribs again, as he was staring off towards the Slytherin table. Straightening, he glided to the Sorting Hat and sat gracefully on the seat. Roxy wished that she had her cousin's elegance; her part-Veela cousins made mere walking look like dancing.

Roxy wasn't surprised when the Hat called out 'Ravenclaw' after a pause. Louis had said it would on the train and he was usually right. It took her a moment to realise that it was now her turn to be Sorted and she hurried forward, almost tripping as she reached the seat. The Hat was settled onto her frizzy curls and she peered upward at the brim, her small brown nose scrunching anxiously.

"Hmm…" murmured a shrewd voice; the girl jumped. "Hard to tell what would be best… Very intelligent, but impossibly energetic... A logical thinker... Curious... Enthusiastic... A lot of determination... And a total lack of arrogance or presumptuousness. Meaning you haven't even considered that you might belong with the eagle. But it seems to me... that you most definitely do."

And before Roxy could form a mental response, its voice thundered around her head:

"RAVENCLAW!"