She couldn't even start to concentrate enough to deal with base timelines and whatever else he was on about. Roxanne was still stubbornly stuck on the fact that she and everyone she knew was apparently going to die in the next few years. What happened exactly? Could they get away from it? Did it hurt?
"Who?" She had known her uncle bad been talking, but none of it had really landed. Why was he chatting on about the Malfoys? Distracted, Roxanne chewed down on her bottom lip, turning her dark stare down to the table.
"Well, that's stupid." She sounded a bit petulant, but she didn't really care. She didn't bloody want to do a future treasure hunt! She wanted to go to work. "Why not just leave it somewhere for people to find. Seems like there's enough to worry about."
Not that she'd ever say it to her Aunt's face, of course. She was scarier than Mum when she got going.
"There's really none of the others here?" She asked again, looking around as if her brother might still pop out from behind a painting.