"Oi, what are you saying?" She joked, looking down at her ripped jeans and t-shirt. She supposed it wasn't really a long term outfit, but she'd been expecting to spend the day in the workshop at Olivanders. You didn't really need to look the part for that. Maybe she could apparate to Diagon Alley early and...
Nope. Not thinking about that. Not right now anyway.
Roxanne did her best not to wrinkle her nose. "I'm not really a greenhouse type," she told her uncle, hesitantly. She'd have thought that that was clear by looking at her. Hopefully there was something a little more, well, exciting. Otherwise she was definitely on the first portkey out of here, no matter what he said. There had to be someone somewhere.
She shoved her half finished plate away, her appetite suddenly non existent. "Well, I'm ready when you are, I guess."