it's the chemistry

roxanne montegue. chemistry student. 21.

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“You should count yourself lucky.” His lip curled slightly. Severus took another look around the bar from his spot, his eyes narrowing as they trailed over the other patrons. Still no sign of Peter. Perhaps he’d have to get Marlene to hunt Peter down. She always knew where to look for someone. “Perhaps for him you should hope that I don’t find him. But I wouldn’t hope for him, if I were you.”

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“I should feel lucky that I don’t know this guy?” Roxanne smirked and took another sip from her glass, setting it down on the counter and glancing around for a guy in a beanie. Not here, obviously, but at least she looked like she was trying. “I shouldn’t hope for him? Well if I don’t, who will? By the way you’re talking, sounds like he needs it.”

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[ sirius; text ]: well gee, thanks for the confidence booster

[ sirius; text ]: roxanne? did your parents just really like the police or something

[ sirius; text ]: harrison. nice to virtually meet you

[ text; random dude ]: i live to please

[ text; random dude ]: wow, you're hilarious. haven't heard that before

[ text; random dude ]: ...but yes. they did.

[ text; harrison ]: harrison? were you named after the star wars guy?

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“You don’t know him at all? How disappointing. I was under the impression that he knew everyone.” Incredible. She must be the only person lucky enough to not be in Peter’s acquaintance. “He’s a… business partner of sorts.” How much could he share without giving too much away? “He’s missed a few meetings so I need to track him down to go through some things.”

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“If the way you’re acting is anything to go by, I’d consider myself lucky that I don’t know him.” Though the other calling this Peter guy a business partner seemed a bit out there, and Roxanne was pretty sure there was something that she didn’t know going on. “Right,” she said slowly. “Gotcha. Don’t know if I should hope you don’t find him for his sake or not, but good luck.”

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[ text ]: i didn't need your permission montegue

[ text; sneggy ]: well you've got it anyway, congrats

[ text; sneggy ]: soo who shit in your tea this morning?

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“For all I know you could be here on a regular basis.” Severus cast a glance around the bar, most of the patrons seemed the type that were there day in day out, if they ever left the place at all. “Peter Pettigrew. Do you know him? Like I said, he had a beanie glued to his head and is the most annoying human known to man.”

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“How quick to judge,” she mused, though she understood his point. For all she knew, this guy was a regular here as well--though, considering the course of their conversation, that didn’t seem likely. “I only just found this place, so I’m afraid I can’t help you on that front.” Roxanne paused. “So. What’d he do to get you riled up like this?”

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text: you aren't shit to me

[ text ]: get all of your feelings out there why don't ya

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[ text ]: fucking hell i swear to god i almost had it, how was i supposed to know she'd change her schedule last minute?

[ text ]: wait who is this again? have i got the wrong number?

[ text ]: lost all my contacts last week damn phone

[ text ]: idk how you'd know about a schedule change but sounds like you're doin a shitty job at whatever it is

[ text ]: i'm roxanne btw

[ text ]: nice to text ya random stranger

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the shade 5th may 2016 8:30pm

“No.” Severus sighed heavily, beginning to get annoyed with the person next to him at the bar. “I was asking if you had seen him. Short, wears a beanie, talks shit most of the time.” Clearly his line of inquiry was far from making any ground with the drunk next to him. Heaving another sigh he turned away on the barstool, his chin resting in his palm. “Is that guy always that out of it?”

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Roxanne just raised an eyebrow when Severus’ attention turned from the drunk at his side to her, lifting her glass to her lips and shaking her head. “You act like I’m here on a daily basis,” she said dryly. “Or often enough to know the regulars. Who are you looking for?”

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21 April 2016

The Shade

“Look, I deserve these drinks. I have term papers due soon and it’s my birthday--give me a break.”

[everyminforhimself]

“If it’s not a medical emergency, it doesn’t constitute as an emergency.”

[alteramentum-x-blog]

“Okay, I call bull on that one. If I have a final due in a few hours and I haven’t started it, I’m calling it an emergency. Stupid, but an emergency.”

[honeytub-deactivated20170818]

[iamhannalashay]

Just kinda wanna be braless and eat fruit in peace tbh

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Bio

     If anyone who knew young Roxanne Montegue were asked, they would say with absolute certainty that they would have never expected such a creative mind to go on and become a chemist. Of course, that isn’t to say that a chemist couldn’t be creative. It was merely a matter of fact that they didn’t expect a child with a love affair with the arts to go on and not pursue that as a career. As it was, even Roxanne found herself surprised at that from time to time, even more so when she’d revisit her sketchbook or easel, but in the end she supposed she was like the rest. Surprised, yes, but oh, how she was happy.

    If she had to place one attribute to her leaving the arts behind as a career for good, Roxanne would start it at the moment her parents and older brother died in a car crash. Up until that point her family had been relatively happy; they were poor, yes, but what they lacked in money they made up in love and laughter. There wasn’t a day that went by when Roxanne doubted that she was loved, and her parents and brother were such good people. It was hard to process how they could be taken away from the world in an instant. Suddenly Michelle was the eldest person in the family, only barely legal enough to take Roxanne, Zeke, and Mary into their care, and any childhood Roxanne had hoped to have left was gone in that instant. There were taxes to pay, mouths to feed, and a funeral to pay for on top of it all. She set her arts aside and got a job at once, helping out her older sister in any way she could to make sure Zeke and Mary had their younger years for as long as possible.

    It was during her remainder school years that she found a sudden interest in chemistry. Never once had Roxanne looked at the subject for any other reason other than to get the credit she needed to pass, but looking toward the arts was painful. Instead she let herself get absorbed into the world of science and chemicals, absolutely gleeful when her class would do experiments and spending extra hours outside of work to read more about the subject. By the time university came around, Roxanne knew what she wanted to go for, and it was a relief when she got into her school of choice.

    Now in her last year of university, Roxanne searches the city to find a job once she finally graduates–and it’s proving to be harder than she initially thought. The deeper she gets into London, however, the more shady things she comes across. She knows better than to get tangled up in the mess–mercenaries, drug dealers, supposed “repo” men and a woman–but if there’s one thing that hasn’t changed over the years, it’s Roxanne’s love for danger. Right now she’s a bystander, but if she isn’t careful, she may very well be sucked into the storm before she knows it.