𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐒 -𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙤𝙙𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙉𝙤𝙩𝙩 ʰᵖ

𝟭𝟳. ❝𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙚𝙭𝙥𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙝𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙯𝙤𝙣𝙨❞

ROXANNE

     MADAM POMFREY DILIGENTLY MENDED Theodore's broken nose, urging him to indulge in the chocolate she provided. Roxanne, finding amusement in the scene, watched as they were excused from the remaining classes, leaving Theodore with a faint scar on his nose. The evening brought complaints from their friends about the amount of homework they had received. Apparently, the four who took divination had received full marks on their prediction homework — and now they were asked along with a few Gryffindors to do the work for next month too. The next day morning, they had History of Magic — the class everyone dreaded the most.

As the first one of the group of fourth-year Slytherins, Roxanne walked out of the Great Hall into the Entrance Hall — she had to go back to her dorm, she had forgotten her textbook. Strutting down the corridor, with her head held high and full of arrogance in the purest form, her confidence and feeling of superiority were increasing with every single day. She walked down the corridor before being pulled into a broomstick closet. And since this is the third time she was pulled somewhere by someone, she accepted her faith and let it be.

"Adrian, when will you stop that?" Roxanne said in annoyance, and Adrian only looked at the way she looked. Her tie hadn't been tied neatly, it hung loosely around her neck. Her blouse was perfectly tucked in her skirt, and the two buttons of her blouse above were left open — but her skirt, was short and his eyes trailed down to it.

"What is it with you these past few days, hm? Your skirt is so short... as if you want my attention," he said in an almost whispering tone, his eyes still looking at the way her uniform was worn. And then he looked down at her face, her grey eyes looking innocently into his, a few strands of her hair in her face.

"What makes you believe I want your attention? Perhaps I'm interested in someone else," Roxanne said calmly. She couldn't help but feel oddly attracted to Adrian, how tall he was, the way he stood so calmly yet confidently — but slightly desperate. His sleepy eyes and the smell of cigarettes lingered on his clothes. Roxanne was aware of how easily he'd gone with girls. . . and she didn't want to be one of those girls.

She wanted fun, she wanted people to speak of her name but in another way — not as the daughter of the escaped mass murderer Sirius Black. But as Roxanne Black, the Heiress, the wealthiest, the cleverest and the prettiest. . . so perhaps she should start with people shifting the attention from her father to the attractive young Black. "Is that true Rose? Would you rather have the attention of someone else? How long are we going to do this. . . because if I'd have to admit. I'm desperate to get a taste of those lips." Adrian said as he glanced at her full lips.

"So you finally admit to being desperate?" Roxanne said, a slight grin playing on her face. "Go on then. . . no one is stopping you," she said cockily, she wasn't sure if she actually wanted this now, but it had to start somewhere, right? The dim light cast a soft glow on their faces as they exchanged playful smiles, a mixture of excitement and anticipation in the air.