"You're probably right," she agreed. Roxanne shrugged, reaching up to scratch her freckled nose as a bit of wood dust threatened to make her sneeze.
"Yeah? What kind of stuff." She eyed Theo with some interest, cocking her head in an almost birdlike manner. "Well, you're totally allowed back here if you ever need something to do. Or I've got a shit ton of half finished stuff in my room that you're welcome to take a look at."
She hesitated, second guessing what that sounded like. "I'm not hitting on you," she finally decided to reassure him, with an amused grin.
"Some people definitely got a bad deal," she nodded. She tried hard to brush off his words about her brother - Roxanne and Freddie were close, even if he did drive her certifiably nuts on occasion, and his absence stung. Biting back a frown, she hoisted herself up to sit on the bench, not paying any mind to the scraps of parchment she immediately flattened.
"It's okay." She kicked her legs absently, creating a dull 'thunk as her ankles hit the wood. "Well, don't judge me too harshly. I don't reckon you're all obsessed with the war. Maybe its just my family." Disarming the comment with a wriggle of one eyebrow, she continued cheekily. "I'm still getting used to seeing you lot without all the wrinkles, to be honest."
There was something delightful about his obvious joy when he got his wand back, and Roxanne couldn't bite back her sudden, genuine grin in return. This was why she loved it so much. People actually cared about her work. Not only was it fascinating and magical and weirdly beautiful, but it made a difference. Her favourite part had always been when the muggleborns came into the shop. The looks on their faces! She couldn't wait for September.
"Whatever feels good. It's usually best to try some smaller stuff first, then something bigger." she told him, jumping back onto her perch. "Um... how about a levitation spell to starting? But it feels okay, yeah? I can tweak the handle if you need."