found ➸ h.p.

chapter seven

Sunday morning, Roxanne woke to an empty dorm room and tiny parts of conversation that were happening between her fellow Ravenclaws outside of her dorm room. She couldn't pick out any specific words, but whatever it was that they were mumbling about seemed to be very unsettling. She couldn't name the last time the Ravenclaw's were this hyped up, excluding the time Sirius Black was found to be in the castle.

Roxanne shook her head and got out of bed, throwing on a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt she knew wasn't hers. She had a habit of collecting clothing items that weren't hers, whether it be shirts or sometimes bras. Her trunk definitely held one of her mother's old pairs of trousers. It had to do with the fact that she packed the moment before and just grabbed whatever she could find.

The brunette brushed her wavy hair until it was almost electric with the enormous amount of static, and left her room to go get breakfast. Her day was going to be pretty simple. She had already completed the homework for the weekend, having done it the night before during one of her limited amount of sleep nights. It had been pretty easy considering it was O.W.L. year, but she wasn't complaining.

The common room was deserted except for a few passed out seventh years on the sofas, and Roxanne felt her lips lift into a smile for half a second at the sight. She had missed staying up well into the early hours of the morning with her friends. They had talked about anyone and everything; How Vanessa Carnes got asked to Hogsmeade by Michael Forthworth, or how Professor Binns supposedly died while teaching.

Now, those friends were merely memories. All of them were terrified to even approach her, not even gazing at her for more than a quarter of a second. In some ways, it made Roxanne disappointed, but in other ways, she realised how horrid of friends they were. If they had been her true friends, they would have at least let her explain the truth. The truth wasn't even close to what they said in The Daily Prophet.

Maybe some day she'd tell someone besides Charlie the truth, but until that day, Roxanne knew one thing for sure; She was in fact innocent even if no one believed her.

Roxanne entered the Great Hall with a lazy scowl on her face, not really wanting to interact with the Golden Trio and so forth. She had no idea what had possessed her to stand up for the Gryffindors and company yesterday, but whatever it was, she hoped it was out of her system before she sat down at the table.

"Good morning, princess. Sleep well?" Charlie hummed, not looking up as he shovelled a forkload of eggs into his mouth.

"Absolutely disgusting. Anyhow, where did you run off to yesterday? I'm rather offended that you didn't tell me," Roxanne glared, scooping assorted fruit onto her plate. Three extra set of eyes were on her plus the eyes of Dumbledore, which didn't help her already growing agitation. She got that he needed her to keep an eye on Harry, but there's no reason for him to watch her like a hawk.

"Why don't you tell me why you defended the Gryffindor Quidditch team first?" Charlie fired back, finally looking into her amber coloured eyes. They were narrowed slightly, sitting in a position that was natural for Roxanne.

"I asked first, and you can slap me if I'm wrong—Which never happens because I'm always right— but ladies are to be answered first. Chivalry, Charlie, chivalry," Roxanne tutted, a lazy smirk resting on her lips. It was his turn to narrow his sea coloured eyes in her direction. He looked hesitant to answer, but dropped his head, letting out a sigh of relief. "Charlie, no one at this table's going to judge you. I might, but you know it's only to get a kick out of you."

"I was sending an owl to Zander—"

"I told you not to talk to him. I don't trust him, and I never will. Something's off about him and his perfectly gelled hair, and until I figure it out, don't talk to him," Roxanne fumed, setting her fork down gently on the table as his nostrils started to flare. She could tell he was going to yell at her no matter what was done next, so she looked at him with an expectant gaze, eyebrows raised.