Charlie grumpily took his seat at his usual spot in the Great Hall after a long, tiring day. Snape had made him stay an entire extra hour after class to clean the disastrous potion he had attempted to make during the lesson. So, needless to say, Charlie was not in a good mood. Sighing deeply, he looked up and down the table, but saw no sign of his best friend. He couldn’t help but smirk at this a little bit; the only way Roxy would be late for dinner was if she was either getting her hands on something that was against the school rules or, she’d been caught doing one of her usual pass times. Grinning a little as he imagined her setting Snape’s hair on fire, he felt a little bit more cheerful than he had a moment ago, taking a bite into his chicken wing. Every so often, he glanced up to the entrance of the Great Hall, waiting to see his best friend to emerge through the large open doors.