Shelter in Crimson and Gold

Roxi sat in the common room, a little breathless. She had just managed to sneak away from Collin Cartwell. The Ravenclaw was nice, but obviously his rationality and hormones had been working against each other. Collin was typically a cool guy, a casual sort of one of her ‘friends.’ Roxi had her friends and then she had her ‘friends’. Her ‘friends’ were the ones who she sort of had unspoken deals with. They all observed and fulfilled each other’s needs.

Collin had been a lot more innocent the year before. He was a little aggressive this year though, a trend she was rapidly observing among all of her ‘friends.’ She had to use time against him, because he had been trying to get more out of her and the clock had interrupted them with eleven great chimes. And with that, she had whisked off.

Roxi was not Cinderella. She usually whisked off around one or two.. But she was not Cinderella for a few reasons. She only knew of the woman because of her grandfather’s obsession with muggle things- he had turned to stories and fables in his fifties and she had heard a bunch. Roxi was a pretty girl, a pretty single girl. But her family was not against her for being herself, because they did not know her. She had not met Prince Charming because she was busy snogging all of the knights. And there was no happy ending because she was too busy making the middle seem happy.

Oh, and she was addicted to a bunch of stuff. That was another difference.

She had gone to the Gryffindor common room, simply because that was the best place to escape a rambunctious Ravenclaw. Her friends were not there currently, and only a few younger students were there, working on homework. She fell over on her side and stretched out, yawning and stretching. She sighed and hummed to herself, closing her eyes.

Roxi was still sprawled out on the couch, caught up in her own little world, since no other world was very accessible to her. She had found a pile of scraps of parchment and had pulled them onto her stomach and was folding them all into paper airplanes. She had also pulled out a stack of chocolate frogs that sat in a pile on the ground next to her. Occassionally, she reached down to tear open the package, glance at the card, then devour the chocolate.

This was living.

Someone walked into her world and she craned her head backwards to try and glimpse whoever it was that had entered the common room. Roxi made it her business to know everyone, so as he greeted her she responded with a big, wide, toothy smile. "Howdy Tarran!" Another handsome young man she would not mind getting to know better.

It was harder having that philiosophy with fellow Gryffindors though. Huffers and Ravenclaws were fine enough because they were easy to avoid if feelings got hurt. Too many hurt Gryffindors, though, meant so much angst in the common room. It made classes ever worse too. But, Roxi could not help herself sometimes, either.

She threw an airplane and then cast a spell as it arced up. It's wings became animated and it began shooting around the room. She grinned- see, she was not hopeless with magic. She turned to look at Tarran again, grabbing a chocolate frog and holding it out for him. "Want some chocolate?"