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ROXANNE

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ROXANNE


ROXANNE AND CELESTE SAT IN their dimly lit dormitory, uncertainty hanging heavy in the air. They had to wake up early the next morning, to see which of the students would enter their names in the Goblet of Fire, but each girl had her own pressing thoughts. Celeste's focus lingered on the recent events involving the Dark Mark and the lingering question of Barty Crouch Jr.'s fate. Was he truly alive? Was he the one responsible for casting the Dark Mark? These questions swirled in her mind, demanding answers.

Meanwhile, Roxanne's thoughts were consumed by a different matter altogether. For weeks, she had harboured a desire to make Professor Moody's life difficult, yet she hadn't taken any action. The opportunity had slipped through her fingers time and time again, leaving her feeling frustrated and restless. In the corner of the room, Madelyn slept soundly, oblivious to the whispered conversation taking place between her two friends.

Seated face to face on the floor, Celeste gingerly placed her father's journal between them, a sense of trepidation palpable in the room. "So, should I be the one to read it?" she asked, her voice tinged with uncertainty.

Roxanne, puzzled by Celeste's hesitancy, encouraged her to proceed. "Yes, you should," she replied, her confusion evident.

Attempting to take the lead, Celeste reached for the journal but hesitated, withdrawing her hand at the last moment. "Actually, you do it," she conceded, relinquishing the task to Roxanne. "I'm not sure I want to."

Roxanne raised an eyebrow at her friend's sudden change of heart. "Didn't you read it last year?" she inquired, trying to understand Celeste's reluctance.

Celeste shook her head. "I skimmed through it out of boredom, but I couldn't make much sense of it. Besides, the handwriting is terrible," she admitted with a wry smile.

"Ah, yes, C, the handwriting is terrible," Roxanne quipped, a hint of sarcasm in her tone as she reached for the journal, with the name 'EVAN ROSIER' at the front. With a determined expression, she flipped it open to a random page, the anticipation mounting as Celeste braced herself for what lay within.

December 25, 1977

         Christmas feels different this year, everything seems darker, my skin keeps burning, and I can't escape it. Reg and I can't escape it, it was bound to happen, it had to happen. We had to do it to keep our family safe, to keep our parents proud, we had to do it. . . our fathers expected this from us, and we accepted that one day it would happen. One day we would be honoured, I only thought I had more time, that it would happen after I graduated. I guess we were wrong. But Barty can't know. If he knows he'd want to join Him too. He would never want us to do this alone and would join Him willingly, he can't do that, not for us. I wouldn't risk his freedom, and I certainly wouldn't have done that to Reg, but it happened, and the only thing I can do is keep him safe. He seems terrible lately, he hardly speaks to me, I think he misses Sirius terribly.....

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