roxandrolls (roxandrolls) wrote in fourteenshades, @ 2014-06-15 14:38:00 |
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Entry tags: | roxanne weasley, x-lee jordan |
Who: Roxanne Weasley & Lee Jordan
What: Roxy wakes up somewhere new.
Where: Lee’s House
When: Sunday Morning.
The light shining in her room was getting to the point it was getting hard to ignore in favor of more sleep. Roxy grumbled, she’d picked his bed because it was furthest away from the damn dorm window. She sighed, and moved quickly to feel up her nightstand for her wand. Instead of finding her wand, or the nightstand for that matter, Roxy over extended her reach and toppled out of the bed with a few choice curses.
Tangled in her blankets, she finally sat up and opened her eyes. Well… this was not the dorm room, or even her room at him. She pushed her back against the wall, across from her was a mirror and a dresser. On top of the dresser was her wand, and attached to the mirror there was a folded up paper with her name on it (in what was arguably her hand writing). Roxy walked over to the dress, grasping her wand, and cautiously opening the letter. She didn’t know what she’d done to get Freddy mad, but he’d certainly gotten creative with this one.
Roxy Girl, the note read, Step one: Don’t Panic. Step two: Lee is next door (house 9) and Albus is in house 15-- two houses down from you. Find one of them. They’ll explain everything. Good luck. -Roxy. To be honest, it left her with more questions than answers. How could she have left a note to herself if she’d never been here before. It didn’t make sense. She tugged on some of the clothes, some of which was too big for her, and made her way to the house next door. First, she’ll start with Lee and if he doesn’t answer, she’d go to Albus. It was a very solid plan, she thought.
Impatiently, Roxy banged on the door to house nine. Obviously, they should just know she was here, and should have expected her. She crossed her arms as she waited for the door to open, and when it did, she quickly took a few steps back. That wasn’t Lee, was it? It looked more like a picture than the actual thing. Definitely not what she was used to. She stammered a bit, trying to think of what to say.
“Wrong house, I think.” And with that she turned.