Who: Roxanne Weasley & Neville Longbottom What: I didn't do it, but if I'd done it, ...could ya tell me how? Where: Very near the complex When: Evening of the 21st Rating: Low Status: In Progress
Roxanne Weasley was not best pleased. It hadn’t been her fault her dorm mates had dared her, hadn’t been her fault they’d said she was the daughter of the owner of Weasleys Wizard Wheezes and had a reputation to maintain. It certainly hadn’t been her fault Gryffindor had completely stolen yesterdays match off Slytherin with ridiculously biased reffing and a chaser that seemed to defy all logic. It most of all wasn’t Roxy’s fault she was standing now in front of Professor Longbottom with her patented. ‘I didn’t do it. Just cause I’m George’s kid, is this a Slytherin thing, You’d never accuse Freddie’ speech ready. And the Professor looked entirely like he was expecting it.
“Now...this looks bad, I admit. But here’s what happened. I was coming to talk to James, cause he’s doing a test tomorrow in History of Magic and I have notes for it. So I was over at the Common Room door. And the dungbombs...” Ingenious ones she might say herself, new from the shop this week with a note from her Dad that if she used them on Gryffindors she wouldn’t get a new broom this summer. They were a time activated thing. 5 minutes, so you can make a clean getaway. “Those...I found those. Do you really think I of all people would use stuff from Dad’s...come on Professor!! That’s hardly like me is it.” She was starting to get nervous though. It had been at least 3 minutes since the Professor had caught her and counting down every second. “How about we say 5 points for wasting your very important time and I go back to the common room and check over my herbology for next week. Which is done. By the way... Did I mention it was my favourite subject.”
Annnnd that was five minutes. She could smell it. No no no no. Well maybe being in the Greenhouses had messed up his nose and he couldn’t smell the thing all the Gryffindors would be smelling now. And then it got worse as they ran from the common room, Roxy caught the eye of James, who was glaring at her. And probably planning an elaborate revenge. Which would be better than her dungbombs. And now the Professor was doing that look.. The look that said there wouldn’t be a Howler but her Dad would hear about it all the same. Stupid Professor being friends with her Dad. Stupid dares. She didn’t prank as much as her Dad had for a bloody good reason. She couldn’t get away with half the stuff he had. If only she could get that map off the Potters. It was hers by just as much right as them much as they didn’t go for the Timeshare with Roxy plan. Typical.
She was about to start into the speech when things started to shift. Almost like an apparition but that was impossible in Hogwarts, and it was alright cause the professor was still there. But no...he looked. Young. Like her age? Roxy could almost see the emeralds vanish from the hourglass even though this one really honestly wasn’t even her fault. She didn’t take her wand out yet. She wasn’t on her own and there was a teacher with her. Who would have to know better than her what to do now. But Merlin it was warm here. This wasn’t Hogwarts.
“...Professor?” she asked, hoping her had a better idea than her what this was.