❝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...
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ROXANNE
"ROSE COME SEE THIS — he's definitely the man I saw at the World Cup!" Celeste exclaimed, engrossed in an old Hogwarts yearbook from 1979, the graduation year for both Celeste's father and Roxanne's uncle. As Madelyn and Draco immersed themselves in Arithmancy, Celeste and Roxanne, eager for a bit of spying, stumbled upon a yearbook shelf.
Pointing at a picture of Bartemius Crouch Jr., Celeste expressed her disbelief — but Roxanne had to bring her back to reality. "C, it couldn't have been him; he's dead, died in Azkaban," she said.
"I swear it, Rose, this was the man I saw, only younger and..." Celeste's voice trailed off, conviction in her eyes. Ruffled hair, distinct cheekbones, and a razor-sharp jawline — it was undeniably him.
"I suppose — but look at your uncle, Rose, he was gorgeous," Celeste remarked, pointing at a photo labelled Regulus A. Black. Though of course, she wasn't lying... the high sharp cheekbones that were so sharp they could cut glass and the icy grey eyes, anger hidden within — Roxanne definitely understood that she had to thank her father's side of the family for her features.
"You can't call a deceased man gorgeous, it's weird — and he's my bloody uncle; how can you even say that? It's as if I said your father was fit," Roxanne responded, though she couldn't deny that Evan Rosier was a handsome man in the pictures, with blonde hair and blue eyes, always smiling in front of everyone — just like Celeste, exactly the same.
"Now that's weird, Rose," Celeste retorted jokingly. "But I swear to you, it was Crouch Jr."
"What are you two looking at, Miss Black and Miss Rosier?" Mad-eye Moody's voice startled them from behind. Celeste tensed at the sound, and Roxanne turned to face the professor, wondering if he had heard the two girls talking about Crouch Jr.
"We are looking at old pictures, Professor. Not that it's any of your concern. Would you mind leaving us be?" Roxanne sneered, meeting the professor's raised eyebrow.
"Looking at Evan Rosier, aren't you? I can tell you all about your father, Rosier—" But Roxanne wasn't having it and didn't let him finish whatever he wanted to say. The fact that he dared to speak of her best friend's father, whom he killed, right in front of the girl was foul. And Celeste didn't know what to say; she was shocked, to say the least.
"And what the fuck is actually wrong with you? Maybe half of the wizarding world sees you as some kind of hero — but you're aware that you're not... you're a nutter, a cold murderer, and I sincerely hope the consequences haunt you until your very last breath." Roxanne uttered coldly, her words cutting through the air. The man stared into her furious, icy grey eyes as if recognizing them from somewhere. Celeste slowly turned to face the man she feared the most, and at that moment, his expression shifted, as if he saw someone else in her.
