Who Caradoc Dearborn & Roxanne Weasley What Meeting for the first time...in their living room When Monday, Feb 7th Where ...Aforementioned living room Status/Rating Complete / PG
Take this pink ribbon off my eyes I'm exposed And it's no big surprise Don't you think I know Exactly where I stand This world is forcing me To hold your hand
Roxanne not dressed appropriately for winter. She had oversized red Wellingtons, beige leg-warmers over equally as bright red tights and an over-sized black sweater that hung long on her body, the neck was too big and it slouched over her left shoulder leaving it bare and that was all. It was spring where she was and she'd taken a day to travel to a more northern spot in England to spend some time away from London and in the woods, rooting around in the streams to see if she couldn't find some tadpoles. Old habits: they died hard.
Her father's store was closed temporarily while the investigation continued and that meant she had a lot of free time on her hands--free time that she really didn't want to spend with her family because being around them made her feel a whole lot more guilty that she deemed acceptable. Roxanne didn't do well with guilt.
Shivering, she looked again at the paper in her hand. The number written on it matched the one on the cottage in front of her so she tramped up to it and tried her key, delighted that it worked and she could get out of the fucking cold.
The place was furnished, but Roxanne had no idea that it was also inhabited by someone else, so without a second through she trudged in, boots and all, and tossed herself onto the sofa and lay down.
There was that business of those 'magic journals' to sort out now and she pulled the one the one that Skeeter gave her from her pocket, opening up and trying to think of something to right that wasn't, 'What the fuck?'.