RP: Roxanne & Open Who: Roxanne Weasley and Open When!: March 7th, 6pm Where: The great hall What: Crashing dinnertime Warnings: Language
Rox swore to herself as she stepped gingerly over the last of the cold, damp grass and hurried up the steps to the entrance hall. Her socks were sodden, her feet frozen inside the previously cosy wool. It was a bit of a bummer... Her gran had knitted those for her. Not that she didn't have a billion other pairs, but still.. these were the ones with bludgers on!
Who in the name of arse turned someone's coffee cup into a portkey, anyway? Especially without telling them. Maybe it had been Freddie, she mused, it was the kind if thing he'd probably find funny. To be fair, it was the kind of thing she'd find funny. And she had sent that howler with the permanent sticking charm the other day so she was due payback...
Of course, there was the teeny issue that Roxanne hadn't felt any of the usual swooping portkey-type feeling. But then nothing else made sense. One second she'd been sat in the shop, loading up on caffeine, and the next she was in Hogwarts grounds. Hogwarts' bloody cold grounds with no shoes and no idea how she'd got there.
Well, whatever had happened, she wasn't loving it. As much as she'd enjoyed school, she wasn't in any big hurry to go back. No thanks, please try again.
With another grumble, Roxanne hopped up the steps to the entrance hall. Once she we inside, she was pleased to see a light flicking through from the great hall. At least someone must be here over summer. She turned and made her way towards it, her dark head popping comically around the huge wooden door.
"Hellooo??" She sang out, sounding much happier than she felt. "What the fuck is going ooon?"