What's a Riddle?

Ginny

    Everyone stayed downstairs, and played board games trying to ignore what happened about an hour ago. I walked upstairs to find Roxanne sitting on a chair looking out into the moon. "Roxanne?" Her head slowly turned to mine, and she brought a slight smile to her face. "How are you, Ginny?" "Is everything alright?" "Yes. Don't worry about me." "I found out that Harry, and Sirius won't be back until tomorrow afternoon." "That's fine with me." "Is there anything you want to talk about?" "No. I'm just tired, but I can't fall asleep when the moon looks this perfect. Not to mention how much the starts blend with its beauty." "I've never actually thought about it." "So what's the real reason you came in here?" She turned her head back to me, and looked into my eyes without blinking. She knows why I came in here. She's just interested if I'll be like everyone else downstairs. Come on think of something to say. "I don't want to wash pity over you like a golden shower." One of her eyebrows goes up, but she is capable of keeping her face still and quiet. "I know everyone throws pity on you when your father comes around. But you'd rather talk about something else." She brings her eyebrow back to normal, and walks over to me. "You aren't the first person to realize I don't want pity. But it's nice that you finally realize I don't need your sorrow." "Who was before me?" "It was Pansy. Three months after my mother passed away she stopped trying to pay her respects to me. Because she knew that wasn't what I wanted. She knew I wanted to forget what happened, until I was ready to face it. That's why she and I stayed so close even though she knows everything about me." "I'm s-." "If you apologize I may backhand you." I closed my mouth and just stared at her. "What happened between you and the guy you killed?" "You mean my kidnapper?" "Yes. I'm talking about him. I feel like I don't know much about it, and I crave for some answers." "I usually don't like people who are desperate to know what happens in my life, but I guess I'll tell you a little."
    She sat down on another chair in her room, and motioned I sat on the chair in front of her. "My kidnapper is someone I will never forget. He will always be apart of me. I still feel bad for stabbing him, but it ended out working in our favors." "You mean he wanted to die?" "I don't really understand what's going on in his head. He's mostly focused on following the tasks his father gives him." "Did he fancy you?" "I'm sure there were moments he did because once he lost power it was easy to see what he wanted. But then once he gained more control than me, I struggled to see what he desired or wished for." "So-." "I never said I was going to tell you everything about him, Ginny." Her face went numb again, and I stayed silent. "I told "a little." I never said you were getting the whole story." She stood back up, and walked over to the window again. "Well one day I'm guessing you're going to tell the full story to someone. Right?" "Most likely. But only if I need to." "And you'll most likely go to the person you trust the most." "I already know everything, and I don't need to repeat it to myself." "You trust yourself the most?" "Who doesn't?" "Some people don't." "That's a foolish thing to say. That you trust someone else who isn't exactly like you, than yourself." "Back to what we were saying. You're probably going to tell the person you trust who isn't yourself, and is your friend?" "Possibly. Again I would have to figure out how to tell it. If I were to describe what happened to Pansy now. I feel like everything would go to shit." "I probably will tell her. But she's not the person to tell you the truth once she's found out the full story. Besides I'm her friend, and she refuses to tell people about me unless I tell her it's alright."
   Roxanne stays by the window for five minutes, until she looks back at me with confusion in her face. "Is there something else you want to know, Ginny?" "No." "Then why are you still here?" "How I am supposed to walk away after you told me all this?" "The door is right behind you, and you're able to move. I think you can figure out the rest. Besides I really didn't tell you much. If you can't leave when I tell you this little about me. Then there is no way you will be able to move once you know everything about me." Her words are correct. Her life seems so obvious, but yet there are so many secrets to her. And I know she doesn't really trust me, even though she's nice to me. "It's getting late. You should leave my room." Once she said that, her eyes met mine and it felt like a warm threat. I don't know if anyone knows what that means. But the best way to describe it is...it feels like someone is giving a threat in a warm accent while sipping hot coffee. It's terrifying, but you can also find comfort in their voice. Which mean the threat is going through their head, but they try to be nice about it.
   I left her room, and saw Hermione was watching us. "Yes?" She didn't even answer back to me. She just went to her room, and acted like nothing happened. Everyone closes their door, and the night settles into dawn. Which mean either everyone was waking up in a few hours. Or everyone was waking up in the afternoon. God this is so depressing.