found ➸ h.p.

chapter five

Roxanne woke to the bustling of her other fifth year Ravenclaws getting ready for their first day of classes. She already had gotten the idea that it was early, knowing from personal experience that Ravenclaws preferred to be early to brealfast so they could get everything in order before classes. No one seemed bothered that she was in the room, everyone chatting animatedly about classes they hoped they had.

She prayed Dumbledore hadn't signed her up for Divination, Roxanne personally hating Trelawney with every single ounce of her conscious. The divination professor was a total clunk, claiming death was coming for everyone that sat in her class on the daily. Not only had she predicted Harry's death, she had predicted that Roxanne was to acquire great luck by the end of her fifth year. Her luck didn't even need to be explained at this point.

With a rather satisfying yawn, Roxanne threw the covers off herself and grabbed a pair of clothes from her trunk. Her roommates had left at that point, muttering a few good mornings to Roxanne before closing the door behind them. She shrugged and changed into her robes, feeling odd with a skirt on.

It had been at least a year and a half since she had last worn a skirt and robes, and Roxanne wasn't going to lie when she said it was comfortable. They beat a hole infested, thin as paper dress that she'd worn for her whole inprisonment. In fact, she felt a sense of home and welcoming within the robes, and that was something she'd never admit to anyone but herself.

She brushed her hair out and grabbed her bag, exiting her dorm room with an expression that held nothing but disinterest. Her eyes were narrowed slightly, sure to keep any unwanted attention away from herself. It was a talent of hers; hiding everything she feels unless it was a negative emotion. Things like rage, anger, frustration, and disappointment were things she let show occasionally, but other than that, she was a closed book.

Roxanne strode through the common room, not bothering to read the bulletin board. She left the Ravenclaw tower and made her way down the stairs, running into a few other students eager to get to breakfast. If anything, Roxanne was more frustrated that she was being monitored 24/7, knowing she'd end up in classes with students the professors trust.

She walked into the Great Hall with her eyes opened for Charlie, not expecting the boy to be sitting with Harry and his lot of friends. They were all talking to each other with smiles and happy attitudes, and Roxanne couldn't help but to be disgusted by the sudden interest in Harry by Charlie. Of course, it could be that Harry wasn't that bad looking, and that Charlie's sexuality being one that holds an interest in boys.

With an agitated sigh, she plopped down across from Charlie and next to Hermione who seemed stunned that'd she'd even come over to sit with them. Roxanne was surprised herself.

"Well, good morning, sunshine," Charlie greeted, taking a slow sip of the liquid in his goblet. Harry and Ron hadn't taken their eyes off Roxanne since she had sit down, both feeling wary of their safety with her so close.

"Will you two stop staring at me? I haven't got a wand on me, and even if I did, I wouldn't do anything," Roxanne huffed.

"You don't have a wand? How are you going to get through classes?" Ron threw at her, looking at his wand on instinct.

"I don't know," Roxanne admitted, her tone holding bitterness. Ron shrugged and went back to eating, Harry doing the same but grimacing when he saw a menacing blonde on his way towards the group. Roxanne also groaned and stuffed some poridge in her mouth, irritated with the Malfoy boy already.

"Well look at what we have here! A Mudblood, a Blood-Traitor, the looney, Donahugh, and Estrella," Malfoy sneered, glaring at each one as he listed them off. Half of the group looked around with confused expressions, but Roxanne had turned and faced Draco Malfoy, a sickly sweet smile on her face.