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a tea addict, who lives in history, with a hint of bibliophilia and the secret agenda of world domination. unred weasley but a weasley through and through. a raven amongst lions and the one badger and two snakes. daughter of george weasley and angelina johnson, sister to fred weasley the second.

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Weasley & Jordan: The Best Duo To Have Ever Lived | Roxanne & TJ

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TJ chuckled at the ‘night before’ comment. Yes, that sounded like him. Because he always stressed himself out over essays, and more often than not, being stressed over homework meant that he would avoid it. And of course he felt bad about asking someone to check his work with so little time before it was supposed to be handed in, especially if they were busy too. At least he was comfortable enough with Roxanne that he knew he could ask her any time and she’d say no if she was busy.

Taking a look at the coin Roxanne pulled out, TJ was not surprised that it was no different from his own. He returned her grin, her words making ideas whirl in his head. “That’s a brilliant idea. If this person doesn’t want to be found out, maybe we can promise to keep his or her identity a secret in exchange for the reward. We’ll skip right past the token-finding business.” And there would be no need for lying or stealing or any of those other cruel things mentioned in the note. He doubted he’d keep his own token, because there wasn’t much point. He would never trick or bully people out of theirs, and he’d be lucky to get more than two at most. Hardly the 112 needed for the reward. It would be better overall to simply end the competition.

“You and I can split the reward between us, 250 galleons each.” He wouldn’t keep his share, though. He’d give it away to people who needed the money, perhaps in 50 galleon bundles. “I’m thinking the first step is to list all the people in the school who would do this type of prank, and see which ones would have 500 galleons to spare. Then there’s the handwriting. I wonder if anyone in the school would recognise it. The professors especially, they see student handwriting all the time. What do you say?”

The money wasn’t the only benefit to finding out who was behind this token thing. TJ had been concerned when he read the note that it would drive certain people to behave somewhat viciously, whether the behaviour was intended or not. As much as he didn’t like to think badly of anyone, he wasn’t so naive that he thought everyone would play as nice and fairly as he would. Especially with a reward like that. What the creator had been thinking when they created the competition was beyond him, though he supposed that they would find out, if he and Roxanne were successful.

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Roxanne had never been the ambitious type (was never the one to think that winning was everything and there was absolutely no middle ground - that it was just two sides, completely black and white, win or loose) nor was she the cunning type. Mischievous, yes, but ever so slightly - there was a difference between her tricks, and the tricks she feared that the letter had implied. To lie and to threaten were just two things that she didn't think she'd have the heart to actually do so that was completely out of the question when she read the note that came with the coin. 

She turned to TJ and decided that she actually had no problem if she just gave him the coin. What use was it going to be for her anyway? And they've always been a team - the best duo to have ever lived - best mates since before they were even born. Their fate has been decided when their fathers decided to become friends when they were wee-little kids.

At that thought, she shoved the book into her bag and linked her arms with his as they continued walking down the hallway. "Of course it's a brilliant idea," she said, shrugging her shoulder once before letting out a deep breathe. If they really do figure out who is behind all of this, it would be legendary. "We can both focus on finding the mastermind behind this because to be quite honest, I don't think I'll have much success in collecting tokens. I just don't think I have it in me to trick people…"

Besides, she thought that this was a lot more fun. It would be like a puzzle and those were always great, like a mystery. She fell silent for a moment and thought about what TJ said. Listing people who could possibly be behind this and narrowing it down to anyone who would have five hundred galleons with them was not a bad idea. In fact, Roxanne thought that it was a good start. But, "there's only one problem," she said, furrowing her brows.

"What if this is some kind of cruel joke to cause chaos around the school? Does this person even really have five hundred galleons with them? I mean, not that I don't think anyone could possibly have five hundred galleons at their disposal because there are some pretty well-off kids in our school, mind you… it's just," she stopped there, taking a moment to breathe. So many variable and what ifs. She thinks to much. "Hmmm, sorry, TJ. Just thinking. Dangerous, of course, but I can't help it. Anyway, what I'm getting to is this: anyone who could have thought all this up - brilliant as it is - would be a fool to use their own writing! It's the only way anyone could possibly identify them and it's the easiest and most amateur slip."

She shrugged and  added, "If I was behind this, I would have used a spell or a magical quill to write it for me."

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Fool's Gold | Roxanne

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Perhaps they used a technique similar to how they transported the plates and food from the kitchens to the Great Hall. No, that was impractical to the point of being absurd. The person - or persons, as this castle was simply too big to have been covered by one person all within the span of one night - involved would have to know the exact layout of every single dorm, of every house and year. No, but the method used was admirable whatever it maybe. 

Damien also wondered if all the letters were identical. Considering most people harboured a bias towards their house (which was ridiculous, in his opinion), it would not be unlikely for those of the person’s house to have a more….informative version. Or not, if they were capable of subtly. It was worth following up, nonetheless. He intended to find Grayson to compare letters then, he’d work from there.

He paused, shifting the golden coin to his hand to examine it’s surface. Despite the hole punched at the top, it would have been easily mistaken for a galleon. During the next Hogsmeade trip, he could easily imagine these in the registers in place of the real thing - accidentally or on purpose. If the storekeepers complained to the school, because it wouldn’t be that difficult to connect the dots, that would be more than enough to put them on alert for the tokens.

But was it worth it? Sacrificing his only coin on an assumption? For all he knew, it could go overlooked. It would just be the lost of one galleon - hardly makes or breaks a store. Not to mention it would ruin half the fun of allowing events to run as they would.

His thought interrupted, he resumed rolling the coin against his knuckles carelessly as he looked at the Weasley that had addressed him. “Roxanne,” She used his first name, might as well return the courtesy. 

“Yes,” Of course the coins would be the talk of the school. “It seems we all did.” And of course it made sense that it would be the topic between them. People, even from his own house, did not seek him out for a pleasant chat. He supposed it was how he preferred cutting out the rest of the world with the exception of a handful of people. Or maybe he was just intimidating? Whatever it was, he was grateful for.

Roxanne brandished her coin at him and he rose an eyebrow, seeing enough of it to prove it identical to the one in his possession. Did she know how easily he could snatch it from her, if he wanted to? Probably could make off with it too, knowing a fair number of the castle’s secret passages and enough nooks and crannies to hide from her extended family. But he didn’t, in fact, he hadn’t even moved a muscle except to keep rolling the coin across his knuckles, because like earlier stated, he was not going to steal from his fellow students. He did enough of that without the aid of this.

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How silly of her, Roxanne thought, to walk up to Damien Richards with a remark that was indeed as stupid as it sounded. He did, in fact, have a coin as well (well, as he said it seems we all did) - which was the main reason why Roxanne had made her towards the boy. The other reason was because of this: Roxanne was searching for answers to her questions and it seemed as though that Damien Richards was just the right person to give her those answers.

She tapped the coin against her chin and grinned towards him. She knew the kind of reputation the other boy had with the rest of the school. Not exactly the friendliest and he was mostly by himself, save for when he's with Grayson Wood. Or rather when Grayson Wood's with him, seems more than appropriate because she doubted that Damien actually liked being with anyone else other than himself. He gave off that intimidating air to the younger students, or so, that's what Roxanne overheard a first year saying one time during the first few weeks of school. 

She shrugged it off and remained friendly as always. She had nothing against Damien, so why not? Perhaps in this quest for her search of some explanations and answers, she'll have a surprising chat with him… or not. Why knows? Though, the latter seemed more likely because she highly doubted that he'd return the friendly gesture. 

But she could try.

And that is exactly what she is doing at that moment. "So," she said, raising an eyebrow as she gestured over his coin. "I'm going to assume right now that you've got the same questions - if not the same, then, perhaps somewhat similar questions - running through your mind."

She pocketed the coin back in her pocket and crossed her arms. "I'd like to discuss with you any theories you have, of course," she said. "If you'd like." She quickly added again. A proposal, but nothing that she'd want to force on Richards. (Although, truthfully, she was expecting for him to completely shut it down - besides, that seemed like the most likely scenario anyway - but silently, she hoped that he wouldn't do such a thing.)

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things i owe:

nott/emery

nott/richmond

hannah/bran

hannah/krissi

hugo/grayson

roxanne/tj

roxanne/damien

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oh this time it's so electric, since i've got the feeling i can't shut down | roxanne

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Yolo. Yolo.  Never in Noah's life had his skills of yolo been challenged or outdone. He broke the surface of the water with an almighty gasp at the shock of both sudden impact and Roxanne getting the better of him. And after the initial surprise had subsided, he found himself grinning as he pushed his mop of sopping wet hair from his eyes. Laughing, even. That was... brilliant.

"You -- you out yolo-ed me!" he shouted through his laughter, kicking back into the water and splashing around before leaning forward and swimming toward her.

The water and the shock were sobering and they cleared his mind enough that he could form a plan. Unable to lift himself up in the water, he swam near to the side and tilted his head back to meet her gaze. "Quite impressive Roxanne, quite impressive," he mused, the corners of his lips twitching into a smirk. He was tempted to lean in and press his lips to hers. Simply because of the rules, of course. The host had to do better if he wanted to stick to his own rules. But... that could wait. More pressing issues were at hand. Roxanne Weasley had managed to out yolo Noah Isle. And that wouldn't do now, would it?

Making as if he were going to kiss her, he leaned in even closer and half closed his eyes... before snapping them open and grinning like a mischievous schoolboy as he reached up and took ahold of her arm and pulled her into the water with him.

As he yanked her in, he ducked his head down under the water and attempted an underwater wave before mouthing 'YOLO' at her.

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You - you out yolo-ed me!

That she did; and perhaps, probably the first time in his life (judging by the tone of his voice) that he had been out yolo-ed. And Roxanne had decided there and then that that was just the first of many. Noah Isle had gone on around the school for the past six years living a life of yoloisms (that is, a lifestyle of I regret nothing, so look how many fucks I give? or in other words, I do whatever the fuck I want attitude) - and one can suppose that it's worked out for him just fine. He was the King of Yolo, sat on a throne yolo-ing through and through - 

Until, that very moment, of course - the very moment (down to the very last millisecond) when Roxanne pushed him into the pool and he was indeed, out yolo-ed. Fair enough, she supposed. And she can do it again. 

She was leaning, hands on her knees, as she stood by the edge of pool. Noah swan towards her, his lips formed a smirk and he was leaning in forward and forward as though he was somehow preparing himself for a kiss. So, she allowed it and a very stupid move on her part too as she felt his hand grab onto her arm pulling her into the water to join him.

Well, fuck.

A self satisfied smirk and a wave as he mouthed yolo to her underwater. She gasped for air quickly, still underwater. He caught her completely off guard and she was not about to let it happen again. If this was a game of out yolo-ing each other, Roxanne Weasley had enough sense in her to agree to it. It was just her cup of tea.

Without another second to pass, she swam closer to him, and with her hand on the back of his head she gently pushed him to just inch in a bit closer. And closer. And closer. Until, her lips touched his.

Yolo, after all.

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I would like to extend an apology on behalf of my drunken ass brother, Fred. He's not really the party police.

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Maybe a punch to the jaw, too?

[florianes-blog1]

Merlin, Boot. You must really hate him a lot. 

The kick on the groin, I'll do. The punch on the jaw? I'll think about it.

[florianes-blog1]

I would like to extend an apology on behalf of my drunken ass brother, Fred. He's not really the party police.

[e-i-e-i-boot]

Next time you see him give him a knee to the groin.

[florianes-blog1]

It would be my pleasure.

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I would like to extend an apology on behalf of my drunken ass brother, Fred. He's not really the party police.

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Your brother is an idiot.

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Tell me something I don't know, Boot.

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ooc: if anyone wants to do anything with landon and roxanne during the pool party, message me!!!!! okay. cool. cool.

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I would like to extend an apology on behalf of my drunken ass brother, Fred. He's not really the party police.

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oh this time it's so electric, since i've got the feeling i can't shut down | roxanne

It terms of parties and yoloisms (acts he completed because yolo) and drink and drugs, it was a fucking good party. In terms of pretty girls and lots of snogging and pats on back and laughing with mates, it was a fucking good party. In fact, his mood could be pretty much summed up with: fucking good.

Gillyweed spliff between his fingers, he sat on the edge of the pool and dipped his legs in the water, surveying the hot, sweaty, lust filled, drunken, glorious mess he had created. He couldn’t resist grinning to himself as he leant back on his hands. Nice one, Noah, he thought. In the whole history of Hogwarts, he supposed there had been more than a few wicked and wild bashes thrown, whether in the Room of Requirement or prefect bathrooms or common rooms or Quidditch pitches. And he didn’t like to assume that this one was the most chaotic or historical. But that didn’t mean he didn’t believe it shouldn’t have its own chapter in Hogwarts: A History. It was through sheer dumb luck that the teachers hadn’t cottoned on already. Although the assistance of Wynters was crucial - had he not covered the outside walls in silencing charms and given him the password in the first place, Noah would have been unable to host such an event.

“And such an event it is,” he murmured to himself, letting the pounding music drown out his words, swallowed down with a mouthful of firewhiskey. 

Many of his classmates had congratulated him on his shindig but he had only had a few brief conversations with proper friends before they were dragged away by impatient lips. It didn’t bother him - snog all or bust was the rules, after all - and he had already been snogged once in the evening and things were only really heating up. Still, the number of splash fights and underwater handstand competitions was sadly sitting on a big fat zero. Looking around for a possible competitor he stood up and walked a few paces backwards until he bumped into one of his party guests. It wasn’t hard, considering all the sixth and seventh years were crammed into one not-entirely-huge room, but he still swiveled round to apologise. Upon seeing who he had crashed into, he beamed. 

“Roxannie!” came his slightly slurred greeting, complete with a curtsy and a little wave of his hand. It was a ridiculous greeting, but he figured it was better than how half of the guys in the room seemed to be treating the ladies. Before she even had chance to respond, he gestured to the pool. “…fancy a dip, Ms Weasley? Yolo, after all.”

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How Noah Isle managed to get the prefects bathroom password (when everyone knew Noah Isle was the least competent candidate for prefect position) and somehow host this party was beyond Roxanne Weasley. Least to say, she was impressed - and there was a part of her that wished she had thought of it first because it was simply brilliant.

She walked into the prefect's bathroom, looking around with her mouth gaped. Lo had disappeared from her side and Madi nowhere to be found. She was a lone wolf, for the time being, as she made her way through the crowd. Roxanne grabbed a drink from the stands, popped the bottle cap open and took a big gulp. She winced from the burning sensation of the alcohol as it went down her throat, an unusual feel because she wasn't used to drinking very strong alcohol. 

Ever so fashionably late, as it should be because you never go to a party on time. Everyone knows that if you attend punctually, you were doing it all wrong. Ah shame, she thought as she continued to survey the now crowded room, that great parties weren't recorded in Hogwarts: A History because this should definitely go down as one of the best. At that thought, she made a mental note to remind herself to congratulate Mr. Isle for a job well done later.

Or rather, sooner because as she continued to thread her way through the crowd, Noah Isle had bumped into her making her stop mid-step. She could smell the mixture of gillyweed and alcohol coming from him. Her head turned, looking from the pool as he asked her if she fancied a deep and then back to him, with her arms crossed and an eyebrow raised. 

"After you, Mr. Isle," she replied, before him pushing into the pool. Standing at the edge of the pool, she learned in as he was coming back up to the surface. "Yolo," she said, shrugging her shoulders.

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Well in that case I guess I could be persuaded to go…

I’m great! All the better for speaking to you of course. 

[florianes-blog1]

Haha, ever-so charming as always, aren't you, Mayers?

And... could be persuaded to go? I'm going to be there, is that not enough reason for you to just go?!

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Good, good. Did you hear about the pool party? Noah Isle’s is hosting it in the Prefects bathroom. You should come.

Great! Oh, I’d heard a few things, didn’t realise it was actually happening though. I might go, I take it you are? 

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Of course I'm going! I wouldn't miss for the world. 

How are you? Well, I hope? 

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Weasley & Jordan: The Best Duo To Have Ever Lived | Roxanne & TJ

Muggle studies. As interesting as the class usually was for TJ, he was having a hard time wrapping his head around Muggle poetry. The written word didn’t play nice with him at the best of times, a he simply didn’t get poetry. How he would complete their latest assignment - a comparative analysis between a muggle poem and a very similar wizarding poem from the same decade - he had no idea. Knowing him he’d spend so long fretting about it that he’d procrastinate then rush it all the night before. Still, no use worrying about it right now. It wasn’t due for another week.

As the class was dismissed for the lunch hour, he waited outside the room for his favourite Weasley and childhood friend, Roxanne. When she finally emerged he grinned and slung an arm over her shoulders, walking with her. “So I’m going to need some pointers for where to start on this analysis,” he began, sure that she would do a great job of helping him. It wasn’t a secret that he was terrible at all written assignments. “But only when you have time. First, lunch. I’m starving.”

“By the way,” he continued as they walked, “it wasn’t you behind the token thing, was it? Because that sounds like something your clever mind would come up with. No name, a sense of mystery, a clearly well thought-out prank; the only thing that doesn’t sound like you is the five-hundred galleon reward. Well, that and its potential to hurt people.” He withdrew his own token that hung on a chain around his neck from under his school shirt, looking at it for a moment as if it would provide more clues if he just looked at it in the right light, then he looked to Roxanne. She was smart. If this was nothing to do with her, then perhaps she and her Ravenclaw peers would at least have some insight into the mystery.

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Professor Gideon Higsworth. Gideon like her cousin Hugo's (Beans, as he calls him) middle name, which he was named after their uncle (granduncle? great uncle?) Gideon Prewett, brother to Nana Molly. Higsworth like… well, Roxanne couldn't quite put a finger on it because she's never known a Higsworth. But Professor Higsworth was just as camp and outrageous as his last name. Overly enthusiastic most of the time - just the way Roxanne liked her professors (except for Binns, Binns was her favourite and he was the least lively of them all - in more ways than one). Higsworth's lessons were always interesting and this time was no different from the others.

Muggle poetry - the analyzation and comparison of a muggle poem in a certain era to a very similar wizarding poem of the same time period. This is probably to make a point, Roxanne thought, that words were words and concepts were just the same concepts with or without magic. Poetry was poetry, after all. And as far as Roxanne was concerned, that was magic enough. 

She packed her books and shoved her loose parchment and quill into her bag before waving tootles to Professor Higsworth as he brushed the blackboard clean. When she stepped out of the room, she found TJ - or rather Taylor Jordan but no one really calls him that - waiting for her outside with a proposition.

"Oh TJ, I always have time for you," she said, grinning as she greeted him. She continued walking, her books held closely to her chest and her school bag dangling from her shoulders. "And really, it's good that you're asking me now rather than waiting the night before."

Roxanne shrugs casually at the mention of the coins. Just as he pulled his coin that hung from a chain under his school shirt, she fished hers from her pocket and showed it to him briefly before putting it back. "I would gladly take the credit for it, really but unfortunately," she sighed. "It wasn't me." 

She moved a little closer to him and lowered her voice. "Let's just say for now, someone has beaten me to the punch," she whispered. "Now, it's our job to figure out who's behind it. Maybe we can persuade them to give us the five-hundred galleon reward." Turning to him sideways, she winked followed by a mischievous grin. If there was anyone who was willing to help here with this operation, she knew TJ was the man for the job.