ROXANNE
Lucius was sitting at the table in the darkened room, reading a book.
The fire in the fireplace was almost out, and warm glows slowly streamed down his face.When he heard that she was awake, her brother turned his head and spoke calmly:-
'You shouldn't have done that'
Roxanne stared at him in surprise and rose to her elbows.
'What?'
Lucius closed the book, looked at her with icy gray eyes and suddenly shouted loudly:
'WHERE'S MY SUITCASE?'
Roxanne jerked awake and woke up to a wizard laughing loudly in her ear, followed by a high male voice, hurried voices and stomping sounds coming from everywhere. The fabric of the pillow was unusually stiff and smelled of herbs.Roxana angrily pulled the blanket over her head and covered her ears, hoping to go back to sleep, but suddenly, someone kicked her bed hard. She wanted to jump up and throw the guy out the window, but instead she just threw the blanket off her head and opened one eye.
The terrible shaking had finally stopped, but Roxanne still felt like her bed was bouncing around, jumping over the potholes.
She sat up and wrapped herself in her blanket. The windows were open, and a cold wind blew through the bus.
A line of sleepy wizards lined up past her, covered in bags from head to toe. They all yawned, scratched their heads, and tried to look over the shoulders of those in front of them. The wizards sat on the beds next to them, which had already been made up, and waited patiently for the traffic jam to clear.If they had already arrived, why didn't anyone wake her up? Did they think she was dead?
Even if they did, they could have at least pushed her out of curiosity.
'Please, Ms. Marsh, don't yell like that, we'll find your things, just step aside...'
Ernie Shanpike's voice came from outside.
'What's wrong?' a girl asked.
'Who stepped on my foot?'
'I'm sorry, ma'am'
'I think this witch has lost her bag'
'Has anyone seen a frog?'
'Where's my wand?! I've lost my wand! Oh, no, there it is'
All the voices and noise. My head was splitting. I wonder if they even know how disgusting they are.
Roxanne curled up, clutching her pillow.
She could not sleep that night. At first she had nightmares — she kept thinking she could hear the hissing of the devil's traps and the muffled grunts of a werewolf somewhere in the darkness. And for some reason, it was terribly cold, even under the covers, so she lay there shivering and begging the heavens to make the night end soon. And then, when she finally managed to forget herself with a disturbing dream, a big and noisy group of people came on the bus, and they had a fucking guitar. What kind of mockery is this? Their noise alone was enough to drive her crazy, but when one of them started singing "Confessions of a Banshee" in a horrible fake voice, Roxanne finally fell into the abyss of hatred for all living things. It took a lot of effort for her not to tie the asshole's tongue in a knot with some kind of... spell.
Fuck it. Spells.
She was so confused; she'd used magic last night. Outside of school.How could she be so stupid? Why does she always do something before she thinks?
