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Post by roxanne on Jan 20, 2011 23:07:18 GMT -5
Roxanne Weasley was in somewhat of a foul mood. She'd been invited out to Hogsmeade, with the prospects of a date with a seventh year Hufflepuff lad. The boy in question was rather good looking, although a little arrogant for her tastes. (Not to mention, for a Hufflepuff!) He was so sincere in his asking, however, and had a reputation that left her quite hopeful for an enjoyable evening. With that in mind, Roxy had agreed to meet the lad at the Three Broomsticks, for drinks. And perhaps more, if the evening went well. That was over three hours ago. She'd gotten all dolled up- going so far as to curl her hair and put a hint of makeup on, and what happened? The idiot boy never showed up. The Gryffindor female had sat in the corner for a fair amount of time, before realizing that her date wasn't going to show up. How dare he. The little git would get an earful from her, and likely a nice stinging hex! (Had Roxy known he'd gotten a detention, and therefore was unable to sneak away for their date, she'd have been a smidgen more forgiving.) As things stood, however, she was utterly pissed off. There was no point in staying at the Three Broomsticks any longer- she'd long ago finished her butterbeer, and had no desire to eat anything.
After paying for her drink, the redhead grabbed her coat- dark blue with militaristic styled buttoning and structure, and threw it on over the rest of her meticulously selected outfit. She'd worn tight fitting, skinny jeans, under a sort of vintagey- white collared shirt. Loose flowing sleeves ended in cropped french cuffs, and golden earrings to match. Hell, Roxanne had even worn heels for the bloke! The look was a far more polished one than she usually sported, though wasted entirely on her date's not showing up. Once the coat was on, she walked outside, sullen expression overtaking her usually joyful features. She tucked her hands into her pockets, before walking down the path surrounding Hogsmeade alone. Shopping might have relieved some of her tension, though Roxy had only just gone shopping. Though there were sufficient galleons to fund her various shopping excursions, the Weasley girl felt a tad naughty so constantly spending her Father's money. Luckily, Weasley Wizard Wheezes had only grown more successful over the years- opening 3 more branches, in fact. That didn't change the fact that Roxy felt badly about spending so much money at times. Clothing, and chocolates, and such could hardly fulfill the need deep within the recesses of her heart, however. Oh no. Roxanne Weasley was the sort of girl always in search of a thrill.
In the past, she'd done all sorts of things to fill her need for adventure, though looking back, they had all been rather dull. Smoking and drinking, and jumping off of large rocks into the Black Lake were all good and fun, but they lacked any real sort of danger. Roxanne wanted to find some tangible threat, and face it head on. She craved a burst of adrenaline- particularly now that she was in such a bad mood. The endorphins released would surely improve her mood... right? Not so. Roxanne was so thoroughly irritated with her date, or lack thereof, that she couldn't even She walked a few hundred feet more, before lazily sitting down on a bench. With a sigh of dejection, the female lifted her eyes to examine her surroundings. Nothing of any interest particularly caught her eye- no animals, no interesting plants. Only a few people, scattered here and there could be seen. And not a one of them looked remotely familiar. "Aww, bloody hell.", Roxy commented to no one in particular, feeling dull, and pathetic, and useless. |
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