Roxanne and Open
To say she was excited about an evening out of the castle was an understatement. Even if it turned out only to be for an hour or two, the prospect of going somewhere that wasn't here was irresistable. Roxanne hadn't been outside the grounds since the trip to Diagon Alley all those weeks ago, and it was surprising how small the massive castle could feel. As much as she loved her work and her projects - and she did - they had taken up every waking hour for far too long.
So, an occasion like that deserved a decent outfit. Roxanne thought she was okay in the department, but she was no Scorpius. She was more than happy to take his lead when it came to her 'non-work' wardrobe, which had been sadly neglected recently. Still, after half an hour messing around with magazines and various garments, she was feeling the need for a top up and had excused herself. Roxanne weaved through the people, holding her almost empty glass above her head to try and prevent any accidental splashing, happily bobbing along just a fraction out of time to the music.
She reached the bar, drained the last few drops of her drink and plonked the glass down on the wooden countertop. Humming under her breath, the dark haired witch turned to examine the bottles lined neatly on the side.