found ➸ h.p.

chapter six

Roxanne had earned herself detention until Friday, Umbridge making sure she announced Harry and Roxanne's detentions during class. Each day in her class was the same, copying notes from the board and what you learned from the lesson you were supposed to read in the book. Roxanne had finished the whole book's notes by Thursday afternoon, leaving the date blank so she could fill it in with whatever date the rest of the class completed it.

Call Roxanne a freak for finishing so early, but with the notes done, she could finish the homework she barely had time to do thanks to Umbridge's detentions. So far, Umbridge had failed to notice her strategic doings. Roxanne really hoped she didn't because she had no idea if her hand would hold up for another day's detention after her final one tonight.

It had already healed every night, but every time she moved her right hand, the wounds seemed to pop back open. She wouldn't lie and say it didn't hurt because it felt like a thousand little needles in her hand, all stabbing her repeatedly until she bandaged it up. Right now as she sat in Umbridge's class with a book in her lap, she could feel it starting to open up again.

There was no need to worry about Roxanne being caught with the wrong book because she had simply bewitched it to show her Defense Against the Dark Arts pages instead. She learned the spell in first year after trying to hide a book from Snape during a study hall, and has been thankful she's learned it ever since. It's come in handy many times before, and this was just the peak of learning the spell.

Roxanne and Charlie had made up the day after they had ignored each other, both too stubborn to admit that the feud was rather childish. So, she had sat with Charlie and the Golden Trio as she liked to call them. Each morning Harry was angry about something different, and Roxanne could feel herself relating to him much more than she would have liked to.

So, as they sat in class, Roxanne found her eyes slipping shut as she set the book down on the table. Sleep was something she hadn't gotten in a while, her mind too alive with thoughts to even think of settling down. The funny thing was, was the fact that none of the thoughts were related to each other in any way.

Thoughts of the Ministry, her family, her life now, her life then, and all the perils the Wizarding World was sure to face in the time coming. She'd lay awake on her bed, just staring at the ceiling until daylight rolled around. At first, it was no trouble, but as the amount of sleepless nights increased, she found herself willing her eyes not to fall shut during class.

"Miss Carter, I believe the assignment was to take notes, not catch up on sleep," Umbridge's shrill voice sliced through her thoughts. Roxanne opened one eye and saw her standing right in front of her, both eyes popping open as she pulled out her completed note sheet.

"I've already finished, and I'd think I'd be allowed to catch up on the sleep you're depriving me of," Roxanne sighed.

"Miss Carter, you're in detention because of your own doings. I'm simply punishing you for those doings," Umbridge smiled a sick smile, Roxanne holding herself back from whipping out her wand. The woman had already pushed her last nerve last night at detention, nearly letting one of Roxanne's darkest secrets fly free from her lips.

"I was only telling the truth. After all, I must not tell lies," Roxanne snarled, leaning forward so her face was about a foot away from Umbridge's. Only Harry understood, and judging by the look on his face, he feared for Roxanne's safety. Roxanne, on the other hand, was more furious than anything.

"You were telling lies, Miss Carter. The wizard you speak of has been gone for a long time," Umbridge told her, the words polite but the attitude full of anger. Many people snickered behind her, including Goyle who sat beside her.