Roxanne stepped around the door properly, blinking in the onslaught of information. "What?" she said, somewhat stupidly. It was, honestly, rather hard to take in anything when met with her uncles baby face. How had they done that? Some kind of wonky aging potion? Top marks for creativity and all that. Rox didnt even try to stop the wide grin from unfurling across her face.
"Looking good, Uncle Ron! How did you do it? Is Freddie here? Is it because of the howler? I told him it was an accident but... anyway, surprised you'd help him at all after the whole bludger thing.." She looked around absently, finally clocking the food laid out on the table. "Oooh, fab! I'm starving."
Roxanne threw herself down on one of the benches, wriggling her still wet toes on the flagstone as she reached for a bun and some soup. Helping herself to a mouthful, she glanced back across at her uncle. Look at him! This was mad. The time travel spiel was a bit much, but you had to give them credit...