Roxanne was stood at the far end of the room, bent over a workbench as she watched a slither of wood being gently, gracefully shaped. She'd been in here since early this morning - Roxanne had had her slightly obsessive work ethic installed in her from a young age. Anyway, it was a good way to keep her mind off the last week...
She'd been quite lucky, really. She knew and liked Scorpius already. There were plenty of worse people who's memories she could have ended up with, none of which she was exactly jumping over herself to experience. Still, it hadn't been ideal, to say the least. Coming back to herself had been almost as confusing, like waking up while sleepwalking. Work was a good way to ground herself again.
Still, at least Theo had done a good job. She'd spent a lot of the day bringing herself and Sirius up to date, and had been relieved to find everything in order.
"Hi!" She turned to face him as he entered, brushing some wood shavings from her hands and onto her jeans. She didn't know much about Theodore Nott - she got to impression that not many people did. There was a vague feeling he was one of those people her Dad didn't like, but who really knew. That lot were all a bit weird about that stuff.