Who: Roxanne Weasley and Angelina Johnson What: Roxy is miserable Where: Angelina (and Roxy’s) cabin When: Wednesday Morning
Roxy had been excited to move out; more than excited even, she’d been thrilled to leave. She was upset, not necessarily with her mother or with her uncle, but she was upset and she didn’t know how to deal with it. She still didn’t know how to deal with that. Living in her own space, it had given her a place to escape having to deal with her feelings on it, she could hide out in her empty little house and pretend that things were normal.
It was lonely though, as she was by herself more often than not. And attempting to cook she’d given herself a few minor burns. Grocery shopping had been fun, but she’d quickly spent all of her money and within a week she’d eaten everything she’d bought. The house was a mess, and laundry was more than annoying.
But there was a shinning star, she could eat whatever she wanted, she could do whatever she wanted, and she had a party at the end of the week. It was great.
She’d packed her backpack with the intention of going to school, but that had been before she had a breakfast of chocolate cake (on top of a previous dinner of gummy bears and potato chips), and her stomach had finally quit on her after a week of straight junk. Instead of taking the path to the school, Roxy peeled off the road and threw open her mother’s door.
“MUMMY!” She cried, an obvious whine in her voice, as she stomped into the home, dropping her bag at the door. She kicked off her shoes, pouting, before throwing herself onto the couch. “MUMMY, I’m sick! Fix it.” She whined. She was the image of pitiful, curled into a ball, a large bleach stain across her favorite shirt from a failed attempt at laundry.