The scream was enough to draw Roxy to help. It was probably a Weasley thing or probably that she swore to Professor Longbottom that she'd do that. that she'd get on and help, and maybe she could actually do some good here. Help out. She definitely wanted to and she knew she'd do okay. So running to her seemed like the done thing, wand in hand and ready to help in whatever way was needed.
Turns out there was no one there though. Just a woman, a fair bit older than Roxy screaming her head off. "Bloody hell, what's gone on?" she replied worriedly, dropping the wand to her side when she heard the tone in the woman's voice. It was worrying and while Roxy knew winding up here wasn't easy for anyone it didn't usually make them react like that.
She was in a graveyard. Crying. Sitting on a headstone and the scream that had drawn Roxy there finally made sense. Something awful had happened this woman and the young witch could only inch closer hands held out as non threateningly as she could with a wand in her hand.
"Lemme guess. You were somewhere else before now. You just woke up here. Happened me too, happened a lot of people. My names Roxanne Weasley. Are you alright Miss?"