“Pin cushion. You most definitely would be a pin cushion. I heard she did it to a Slytherin once.” He’d already made up his mind that she wasn’t McGonagall, so there wasn’t any harm in admitting it. She still hadn’t decided how she felt about him, there was a warmth there behind the eyes, one that was so unmistakably Weasley that Roxanne couldn’t help but feel at home despite the caution she regarded him with.
With his next revelations, Roxy wasn’t sure what she wanted to respond to. She did know an Angelina. And her name was Roxanne. She wasn’t entirely sure how the man in front of her knew that, not without being some weird dad clone. Her hands were pushed into her pockets as she watched the earless ginger.
“Well. Suppose it might be.” She said slowly, “Suppose my name were Roxanne, and suppose that I told you I did know an Angelina? What’s going to happen then? Cause I’ll have you know that just because you live in a whole in the Castle doesn’t mean that the professors don’t know I’m here, I have a permission slip to be here and everything.” She nodded a little, as if that would make it true. She wouldn’t let anyone know that she was lost.