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itsgonnaberoxy 2011-07-22 05:19 am UTC (link)

Roxy couldn't smell dungbombs anymore so she was okay in that regard. But she was very much not supposed to be where she was. Wherever that was. With the Professor. Had she done this? Accidentally side along apperated a professor and OH MERLIN she'd made him a teenager. It had taken her a few moments to realize it but it wasn't him. He wasn't in robes, he was in muggle clothes. Roxy was still in her uniform having gone straight from class when she'd known lots of the Seventh Year Gryffindors had lessons of their own with Ravenclaw. So she'd side along apperated a professor and somehow aged him down. Oh she was getting expelled, she was getting very very expelled. "You don't remember? Hogwarts, Herbology. Me going to get my homework checked over so I could hand it..." Obliviated as well!. This was turning into a... Hang on she thought wildly, stopping mid sentence to pinch herself. Nothing changed so she tried it again. Nothing, no waking up. Which meant what, which meant she was...really here. With the apperated/obliviated/teenage Professor Neville Longbottom. Her Dad was going to KILL her. Even if she hadn't bloody meant any of it she was going to get all kinds of blamed for it. Because that was how things went. "I'm Roxanne Weasley, Seventh Year Slytherin, In your Herbology class" she tried nervously. "Any of this...Georges daughter!" she finally exclaimed, "George and Angelina's, Freddie's sister and...Professor. I know you seem not to remember me but why are we not in the castle, and why is it a million degrees here when I'm in my robes. And are you gonna send a Howler to Dad? Cause frankly I like my freedom. Being let outside before I'm thirty again would be amazing." Of age probably wouldn't come into it when one messed up as badly as it seemed she had done (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

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itsgonnaberoxy 2011-07-23 05:29 am UTC (link)

He was being all Professory even if he wasn't her Professor. Yet. Oh he'd get there, she knew that. But right now he was her age and still managing to explain things in a way that, well okay it didn't even begin to make sense. It sounded completely mental. But it also did enough just to make her think that maybe she'd be okay. Because it sounded ridiculous but he knew that. They both knew that and it was a good start. So she let him explain trying to figure out her next move. Cause Roxanne Weasley hated not having a plan. Hated not knowing where she was going next. This place had thrown her for one heck of a loop. "Right, well first. You are my Professor. Just not yet. And you were just about to take points of me entirely wrongly I might add cause someone dungbombed Gryffindor's common room and I happened to be in the same general area going to visit my lovely cousin James, when things got all weird and then I was here in front of younger you." she explained. "2011 so...I should still only be a kid. This is weird. And the weather...well I've got my uniform under my robes so...hold on" she said quickly shrugging off the cloak to show the skirt, shirt and green and silver tie she wore, the robes got shoved in her bag. "Left my jumper in the dungons so that's probably for the best. Though I should probably get real clothes." So June, in America. No House Points, no Howlers. And a very young Professor. "So what now?" she said with a slight shrug. "We should get to Hogwarts, even if its 2011 Hogwarts someone'll send us back to our right times? Won't they?" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

onceinhislife 2011-07-24 11:02 pm UTC (link)

Neville's eyebrows lifted simply when she mentioned that the points his older self was about to take from her would have been unfair. She had said she was George's daughter, after all. If anyone would have the skill and the know-how to pull off a dungbomb to Gryffindor's common room, it would be her. Though...Gryffindor? And then he saw her uniform. Green. Slytherin! Well that was a surprise. "You're a Slytherin," he said, needlessly, he knew. Obviously she knew she was a Slytherin. "That's...that's brilliant, actually! Really brilliant. All the blood getting mixed around and all. It'd be hilarious to see a Malfoy in Hufflepuff or a Goyle in Ravenclaw, you know?" And he was babbling. Brilliant. That's just what she needed. She'd have so much faith in her dear professor now, wouldn't she? Right. Important things. Like Hogwarts. How to tell her? "Well, see..." Neville flinched. He wasn't Ginny. Ginny was really good at these things. He was absolute rubbish. Why couldn't Roxanne have landed in front of her aunt rather than just her stupid, lowly professor? "It isn't just a time thing. It's also kind of a dimensional thing. Hogwarts...doesn't exactly exist here." That and time travel spells were just too hard to deal with anyway. It was strange, imaging Scotland with no Hogwarts. Though there was one at that theme park. Which he wasn't ready to spill to her just yet. "And I don't know about going home at all. We were brought here by a seal. A seal covering hell. The muggles... Their Satan, the Lucifer guy, he got free, apparently. It's the Apocalypse and, apparently, we're here to help stop it." If she didn't think Professor Longbottom was completely barmy now, he'd try and make sure his future self passed her on every exam ever. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

itsgonnaberoxy 2011-07-28 01:28 am UTC (link)

He was brilliant! That was all there was. Outright brilliant. Reacting to her being Slytherin when he was right in the middle of the war where her house was mostly famed for being a big collective bunch of gits. He was talking about the blood getting all mixed around and she approved of it definitely. He was like that in her present sure, but in his? She'd expected him to distrust her just based on the colour of her uniform. She shot him a wide grin as he babbled. "I am. And it is brilliant! Not that Uncle Ron thinks so but the house isn't just Purist ridiculous idiots now I swear. I'm convinced the hat is finally doing what it wants with us. Ambition and cunning isn't just evil y'know. And there were some Slytherins even back then who weren't working for Voldemort. Like Slughorn!" she added. Roxy babbled too. Quite a bit as it happened. It was a thing with her. But then the babbling stopped as he confused her further. "No Hogwarts?" she repeated wondering if she'd gone completely insane. "So we've traveled in time and in space. I think they have a TV show like this in the Muggle World. Is there a blue box involved?" She was mostly a little scared, none of her friends were here, her Mum and dad weren't here. There was no way to make this make sense. "So a seal covers hell. We get trapped because of it. This evil thing gets free and we have to fight it. I don't know how to do that, I mean you...you know. My Dad knows, my aunts and uncles, but our generation, we never had to learn to fight like you all did. You made it so we wouldn't have to y'know?" There was no other way to put it. Roxanne Weasley was suddenly more scared than she'd ever been. She wanted adventure, cursebreaking thousands of years old curses but not this. Not things like Voldemort that could kill her. "Why does it think I could fight? This seal thing? Why does it think I'd be any good at all?!" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

onceinhislife 2011-07-28 10:49 pm UTC (link)

"Oh, don't mind Ron," Neville replied with a wave of his hand. "One too many fights with Draco Malfoy...well, I suppose you may have heard of him? He's probably just as rich and git-like in your time as he is in ours, just...hopefully less mean." He shrugged casually but there was a smile on his face. "And a couple of my teachers were Slytherins. They didn't really fight for either side, actually, but it's something." Neville wasn't much a fan of talking about Slughorn. That stupid club was kind of cruel in some ways, and he felt the Potions professor had always looked down on him for not being as good as his mum and dad. But he still knew not all Slytherins were bad. Some were, sure. He hadn't exactly mourned for Vincent Crabbe and Pansy Parkinson was just a little brat, really. But just because he hadn't made friends with any of them didn't make them bad. "I like to think that the Sorting Hat can start choosing the people it wants now, not for their political leanings or anything like that, but more for what they represent. I mean, a lot of the time I think I was only in Gryffindor because Dad was, and my Gran before him. I probably should've been in Hufflepuff if it'd been done properly at the time, you know?" Because no, Neville Longbottom never would believe in his own courage and bravery, no matter how many stupid Dark Lords he stood up to or Death Eaters he faced or snakes he killed, thank you. But then Roxanne was looking a little confused, and rightfully so. He was sure he'd given Ginny much the same look. "There is a bloke with a blue box here? Possibly from that show, actually." Oops. Fictional confession, ready set go. "Apparently, everyone here is from a different place. A different...person's mind, so to speak." Yes, he did know how to fight. Thanks to Harry, and Hermione, and Ginny, and a handful of devoted professors who'd worked with him to get him over the block in his magic that a lack of confidence could cause. But it hadn't been optional. And Roxy was going to have to face the same thing. He smiled sympathetically at her line of questioning. "The seal knows people. There are people here who've never fought a day in their lives, but they're here anyway. Normal teenagers, kids, adults who've never had to fight for anything. Muggles, mostly. But it chose you anyway." His expression softened further. Apparently, he was going to be her teacher some day. May as well start with the kind talks now. Even if he figured he'd be a part of the Weasleys' lives anyway, maybe. You didn't go through a war with someone and just forget them forever. "None of us, not your parents or your aunts and uncles or anyone, none of us had fought before, either. But we did it because it was the right thing to do." And, if she was a Weasley, no matter the House, he knew she would, too. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

itsgonnaberoxy 2011-08-11 04:05 pm UTC (link)

Roxy laughed at the idea of her professor slagging off Mr Malfoy. Oh he was still somewhat of a rich git. And Scorpius his son wasn't entirely unlike his Dad but they weren't evil or anything. They were far from that. She thought that he was right though, about the hat. That maybe the hat could do what it wanted now as opposed to choosing people based of their name and how their family had been sorted. She was a Slytherin without being a slimy purist git and she was proud of that. She was proud of Naiomi who most of her housemates could be arses to when it suited them and she was proud of all of the Weasley's no matter the house they would up in. But the professor was way out. "Nah sir you were Gryffindor, more than I ever heard about. You're a hero, so don't ever let that get forgotten. I always hear there's different kinds of bravery and its not to say you wouldn't be brave as a Hufflepuff or any house, but you're proper Gryffindor." That whole fiction thing was a whole other can of worms she wasn't she she wanted to open. If she was from someones mind, if her world, the Death Eaters and Voldemort were a fiction then who the bloody hell had thought that up?! Roxy wasn't afraid to admit she was scared of what would happen if they had to fight. Neville could fight, her aunts and uncles and their friends could fight, but she didn't know how. But he was right about something else. He was right about the fact that she would. And she'd do it proud too. Didn't mean it couldn't be terrifying though. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

onceinhislife 2011-08-14 04:05 pm UTC (link)

Neville blushed considerably at Roxy's comment. He supposed he was starting to come to terms with his own bravery and abilities. But it was definitely taking time. It had taken years to grow into the person he was by then. The lack of confidence and the fear of failing, plus the rejection of his peers, took a lot of effort to overcome. He didn't comment on it, though. All he needed was to come out wrong to a whole new person. Or worse, to be a completely different person than the one she was expecting. Who knew what he'd be like in another ten years or so? So instead he offered a sympathetic smile. "Look, I know this is all confusing. I'm still confused and I've been here for a little while." Not terribly long, but no reason to make her lose any faith in someone who could actually help her. "They've set up a place here. A building with flats for all of us who get dragged here. It's well protected against anyone out to harm us and there's no charge to stay there. You should come get settled in. There's other people from our world there, none from your time, yet, but if it's brought one, it's bound to bring more." Which was sort of a scary thought. What if it brought along a future Harry? How would he deal with that? Or his own kids, now that would be awkward. At least, so far, it only seemed to bring in the good. If a Carrow or a Lestrange showed up, or worse, Voldemort himself, Neville genuinely didn't know what he'd do. Be damn grateful he had his wand, probably. "There's good people here, too. Ones with a lot more experience in this world than any of us. But um, I should warn you, they know who we are. You don't need to follow the Secrecy laws or anything." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

itsgonnaberoxy 2011-08-17 12:33 am UTC (link)

It had to be hard for the Professor too. Roxy knew that, she wasn't stupid and she knew him finding a girl who he'd teach in over a decade had to be well weird. But he was coping as well as he could and still doing that comforting Professor thing they all seemed to know how to do. Roxy had never wanted to be Gryffindor but she'd bet he was a brilliant Head of House all the same. James seemed to think so. He talked about a building and it seemed like the best plan she'd heard in ages. Maybe they could help her there, maybe she could actually work out a way to get them home. And Professor Longbottom was telling her it was alright so probably it was. She was more than willing to go and see what it was all about. Even if settling in was the least of her plans. When he said it might bring others from her world, she instantly hoped for someone sensible like Rose. "It should, knowing my look though we'll wind up with James, and believe me no one wants that, future you totally even would have eyerolled but in a sneaky I did not just do that cause I'm a professor way. James is ridiculous." she said fondly, she adored her cousin. Even if he was an ass. The professor said there were good people here though so Roxy hoped so, she hoped she could figure this place out and that there'd be people to help her. She'd totally even apperate them to the flats. She was about to offer when he spoke again, about ignoring the Statute of Secrecy. Which sounded entirely mental if she said so herself. "Won't we get in all kinds of trouble with the Ministry? I know I'm of age and all now but the secrecy laws are there for a reason aren't they, and hah now I sound like Rose or her Mum. But they are." Weren't they? What was this place when it was at home? (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

onceinhislife 2011-08-17 03:36 am UTC (link)

Though Roxy couldn't possibly know it, she was dead on about how he was dealing just then. He hadn't really considered teaching, probably because a part of him felt like Professor Sprout would be at Hogwarts forever. That and he had a career. No, he wasn't going to be the best Auror out there. From the special treatment he was getting, anyone would think immediately that the honour would go to Harry. But he wanted it. A career he thought he'd never have due to his poor performance in Potions and Transfiguration that had been easily remedied with a fair deal of tutoring. He was supposed to be following in his parents' footsteps after all. And now, proof that, in the future, he wasn't going to be doing that at all, was a little sad. And yet, sort of invigorating. Roxy obviously didn't hate him as a professor, despite him being Gryffindor. Bonus points. So maybe he was good at it. And he did enjoy Herbology. More than anything. It had potential. "James? One of your classmates?" He knew of a Rose and that was only because Ron occasionally still flipped out about her having been there. "I'm sure I'd only do so with the most caring of eyerolls!" he defended with a laugh. Then Roxy asked about the Ministry, and he had to fight the urge to laugh. She might think he was mocking, and he never would. "There's no Ministry here, Roxy," he pointed out with a little smile. And he was okay with that, despite his job going with it. The Ministry was on shaky ground still. They couldn't have helped this place in its current troubles. "You won't want to run around casting spells in front of strangers or anything, they'll think you're completely mental and lock you up. But the people at the place we're going to? They know you're a witch. And they're okay with it." (Reply to this) (Parent)