ROXANNE AMARYLLIS WEASLEY

Roxanne | 17 | Hufflepuff "It matters not what someone is born but what they grow to be." - Albus Dumbledore.

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“I don’t like school very much; too formal, too systematic. The teacher like me though,” she said, giving Hugo a slight smile, “apparently I’m very nice.” Roxanne appreciated her cousin sitting down with her. She was well-liked at Hogwarts; a less zany, more hippie version of the previous Ravenclaw Luna Lovegood, but most of her family, especially her other cousins, didn’t like to spend time with her. “You should go to class often,” she said, lifting her hand to make a flower grow by her feet; an Amaryllis, her middle name, “unless you can do that, then I believe you’ll be alright with skipping.”

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Roxanne rolled her eyes, something she didn’t do often. Sarcasm and mockery didn’t interest her; she preferred to be straightforward, direct, sincere. “I’m not high, James,” she said, removing her hand from the ground back to her person. “I don’t like conflict, so I’ll say this quickly; I’m not moving and you can’t do much about it,” Roxanne started to giggle, “because doing something would include others beside me finding out that you’re skipping class. I don’t think you want that to happen, yes?”

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“’Out on a walk’,” she repeated, her body moving to sit more up. She crossed her legs and rested her arms behind her, the sun still warm on her face. “I’ve noticed that people don’t go out on walks unless they have to think about something,” inquired Roxanne, cocking an eyebrow. at the stranger. Running a hand through her her curly black hair, she smiled, her face like the sun; warm. “Do you have something to think about?”

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“Oh, Hugo,” giggled Roxanne, “I didn’t see your face. The sun is so lovely and bright today.” She noticed the broom in his hand and understood his intentions. Propping herself loosely on one arm, Roxanne offered her hand to Hugo, motioning him to join her on the ground. “What are you doing skipping class? Trouble at school?”

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“I’m enjoying the beautiful day, James,” she answered, lifting an arm to gesture toward the sky, “I’m being one with nature; one with the sun, the earth– one with life. Beautiful, isn’t it?” Focusing back on her cousin, Roxanne looked curiously at him, cocking her head as she studied his aura. The corners of her mouth lazily turned upward in a kind smile. “You should join me,” she placed her hand on the ground next to her, fingers tangling themselves in the grass, “tell me what’s on your mind.”

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Roxanne lay idly on the soft grass of the Quidditch field, basking in the heat of mid Spring. Eyes gently closed, breath slow and calm, she focused on feeling every sensation; the sun on her face, the blades of grass tickling her arms and legs, the slight cool breeze flowing through her eyelashes. Lolling her head to the face the other side, Roxanne sensed a presence near, and she fluttered her eyes open to find an unfamiliar face staring down at her. “Have you been watching me long, friend?” she tenderly questioned the stranger, sitting up her torso as she stretched her arms above her head, letting out a dulcet groan.  

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Roxanne lay idly on the soft grass of the Quidditch field, basking in the heat of mid Spring. Eyes gently closed, breath slow and calm, she focused on feeling every sensation; the sun on her face, the blades of grass tickling her arms and legs, the slight cool breeze flowing through her eyelashes. Lolling her head to the face the other side, Roxanne sensed a presence near, and she fluttered her eyes open to find an unfamiliar face staring down at her. “Have you been watching me long, friend?” she tenderly questioned the stranger, sitting up her torso as she stretched her arms above her head, letting out a dulcet groan.