❝𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧'𝐭 𝐰𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐬?❞ -𝒓.𝒂.𝒃.
➝ In a world of shadows and secrets 𝙍𝙤𝙭𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙚 𝘼𝙣𝙙𝙧𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙙𝙖 𝘽𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙠, daughter of the infamous mass murderer Sirius Black, found herself a...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
"Auntie, did Daddy really kill all those weirdos?" A little girl questioned, holding an old copy of the Daily Prophet from 1981, around five years ago, reporting Sirius Black's life sentence in Azkaban for murdering twelve Muggles. Kneeling beside the child, her aunt noticed a few strands of her hair falling beside her shoulder—blue strands?
"Yes, Rose, he did," her aunt replied, witnessing tears streaming down little Roxanne's grey eyes. At six, she discovered the harsh truth, a secret kept to shield her from the pain of her father's betrayal and the crimes he committed. Feeling betrayed by her own blood, she wept.
Suddenly, the tears stopped. Roxanne looked at her aunt with a determined face, and her hair was back to its natural black colour. It stayed black for years, a symbol of her refusal to shed tears after that day.
"I DESPISE THAT dickhead, Marcus Flint," Roxanne vented, taking a seat in the common room after their sixth practice of the week. The upcoming game was just days away, and Flint's relentless private training sessions were wearing her out.
"Why is Flint making you practise so much?" Celeste inquired, eyeing Roxanne's oversized jumper with the R.A.B. initials. Despite its size, Roxanne didn't mind wearing it. "Everyone knows how talented you are," Celeste winked at Roxanne, making her grin.
After practice, Roxanne's cheeks glowed with a rosy hue. She had taken two showers, concerned about smelling like the boys often did — like dirty dogs. Her wet and wavy hair framed her slightly puffy face, accentuating the dark circles beneath her eyes—testaments to the sleepless nights in the cold yet warm weather.
"Because he's a git," Roxanne quoted, her frustration evident. "He said, and I quote, 'the little gremlin needs extra training if she wants to live after the game.'" Dramatically, she added, "I hate him, I hate him, I hate him," eliciting chuckles from the girls beside her.
"He's just trying to make things difficult for you, trying to prove some point about girls on the team," Madelyn mumbled, her books sprawled across the floor. The subjects included Arithmancy, Divination, Ancient Runes, and a few things for Muggle Studies. Roxanne couldn't help but be amazed at the towering pile of notes Madelyn had accumulated on the table.
"Bloody hell, Avery, how do manage with all these subjects?" Roxanne inquired, utterly perplexed as she gazed at Madelyn. While aware of Madelyn's intelligence, she couldn't help but wonder about the how behind it all.
"I manage just fine, thank you," Madelyn muttered, Roxanne and Celeste exchanged a look — she couldn't shake off her curiosity, attempting to analyze Madelyn's study habits. Madelyn noticed and shot her a look that seemed to say, 'Stop staring,' but Roxanne couldn't resist.
