Alex made his way up the stairs, knocking on Roxanne's door. "Wash up," he said on the way to his own room, where he shoved the door shut and flopped across the bed.
He was pissy. He knew it. And there wasn't a good reason, except for this whole thing with school and dead people and Aurors who couldn't figure anything out. Had they even looked?
He shoved a hand under the pillow and brought out his music player, turning the volume high, then putting out the light, and pulling his pillow over his head.