𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐒 -𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙤𝙙𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙉𝙤𝙩𝙩 ʰᵖ

𝟭𝟰. ❝𝙞 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙𝙣'𝙩 𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙙𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙝 𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙧❞

            

                  ROXANNE BLACK AWOKE in her warm and inviting bed, bubbling with excitement for the upcoming Quidditch World Cup. The sun cast its golden glow on her now-tanned face, accentuating the light spots in her hair—courtesy of Celeste's attempt to lighten it with lemons, an idea Roxanne wasn't too keen to partake in. However, any reservations were quickly dismissed as she embraced the morning. Unlike the typical Slytherin room, hers boasted a calming sage green palette adorned with gold accents.

Roxanne's affection for gold was further emphasized by a beautiful bracelet gifted by her aunt Narcissa for her birthday. The gold accessory, engraved with her name, Roxanne Andromeda Black, held sentimental value, having been crafted before her birth. Narcissa stumbled upon it during a spring visit to Druella Black's old manor, making it a perfect, cherished gift for Roxanne.

After a reluctant groan to rouse herself from bed, Roxanne, clad in silky light green pyjamas, gracefully navigated the third-floor hallway, descended the marble staircase to the first floor, and confidently entered the kitchen. Anticipating to be the first to rise, she discovered the new House-elf, Bamby, still nestled in slumber in her cupboard.

Meanwhile, Theodore Nott busied himself, crafting a morning tea in her kitchen.

       "Good morning, Rosie. I believe you must have had a good night's sleep since I heard you say my name over and over and over again..." Theodore teased, and Roxanne raised an eyebrow at him, followed by a groan of annoyance.

       "Nott, it's eight in the morning — I don't fancy hearing you blubber about things you dream your whole life about," Roxanne retorted as she sat on the kitchen table, eyeing Theodore in his green pyjama pants — with a white shirt on. He surely did grow taller since their previous school year, his body was tanned from staying out in the sun and Roxanne couldn't bear his presence anymore, even if he was there only for two nights.

       "Oh, but I was so sure it had been your dream," Theodore said sarcastically as he poured tea into his cup, walking towards the kitchen table and taking a seat. Roxanne remained seated on the table, rolling her eyes.

       "Piss off. The only times you make an appearance in my dreams — let's say nightmares — is when I stab and murder you... but that wouldn't be a nightmare, of course."

       "So you admit to dreaming about me. You are making me blush," Theodore grinned as he took a sip from his tea.

       "Do you ever take a break from being so insufferable?" Roxanne asked in annoyance, and Theodore put the cup on the table, a cheeky smirk appearing on his face.

       "To you, never."

       "So I've noticed — make me some tea, will you?" Roxanne ordered.