❝ WE DON'T KNOW WHERE
WE'RE GOING BUT WE
KNOW WHERE WE
B E L O N G . ❞

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C H A P T E R   S E V E N

IN THE MIDDLE OF THE CLASS, Roxanne sat at the corner quietly doodling random stuff on the back of her notebook. She shared this class with the Ravenclaws so she never really made an effort to answer the professor mostly because she's too engrossed in the amount of hands raised.

Roxanne wished for the class to be dismissed, already craving to hang out with the Marauders. She only knew them for a short amount of time yet she seemed to never want to be away from them. Their influence made her day better and she questioned how she lived without them. Which made her think, what'll happen once she returns back to her dimension. She'll definitely miss the boys, heck, she'll miss everyone! Even Slughorn.

"That's all for today," Professor Martins clasped her hands together, "don't forget about the essay to be passed on Tuesday!"

She sighed, packing up her stuff as she stood up to go to the Great Hall, where, hopefully, the Marauders are waiting for her. They were her only friends, as lonely as that sounds, besides Juliet.

She quickly dashed through the doors, dodging the small crowd forming around it while holding her book bag tightly, so it won't fall as she ran.

She saw the boys huddled up at the middle of the Gryffindor table. They were whispering amongst themselves until James spotted her walking towards them. She could faintly hear a harsh 'here she comes!' whispered by James himself. She furrowed her eyebrows as she sat in between Peter and Remus.

"So," she sighed, "what did I miss?"

"Nothing," Sirius said quickly, "just Moony trying to balance a spoon on his nose."

She looked towards the guys to see them smiling and nodding in unison. "Okay," she dragged the "o", "so tomorrow's another Hogsmeade visit."

"So?"

"Any plans or are you just going to stalk people again?"

"We'll just buy some supplies for pranks," James shrugged, "and probably restock on some sweets."

"Chocolate Frogs are always a must," Peter nodded as she ruffled his hair.

"Aren't you going on another date with Lily?" She asked, turning to James.

"I haven't asked her this week," he said, poking the food in front of him with his fork, "thought I could hang out with you guys."

"Prongs, I'm flattered," Sirius breathed out. "What about you Rox, any guys asked you out?"

"Two actually," she sighed, "just didn't feel like going on another date."

"What do you mean 'another date'?" James asked, "have you already went on a date since you got here?"

Remus stiffened next to her, "yeah, I actually went out with Remus on the last visit." She said poking the boy on the cheek, making him relax and chuckle at her, "you were there when I was waiting for him."

"How come I wasn't informed of this?" Sirius asked, "I feel so left out since you came here, Rox, I'm so offended."

"You're so dramatic, Siri," Roxanne chuckled, retrieving her hand back to the table, "you literally pulled me up on a table to dance with you at that day, while you were drunk off your ass."

"Oh," Sirius breathed out.

IN THE LIBRARY, Roxanne sat quietly at her own corner, reading a copy of 'The Tales of Beedle the Bard' while she indulged in the silence of the room. Being with the Marauders were always a blast, but they were never silent, well Remus can be, but not the others.

While reading 'The Fountain of Fair Fortune' someone slid down the chair across from her. Turning her head up, she saw a certain Gryffindor redhead sitting with a book in hand.

"So you must be Roxanne Andrews," the ginger said, eyeing her with her emerald eyes. Roxanne smiled awkwardly at the stare.

"That's me," she smiled, "you must be Lily Evans?"

The girl smirked, "the one and only."

"Oh cool, James talks a lot about you," she shrugged.

"Do you like James?"

"Wha-what?"

"Well?"

"I don't know," Roxanne breathed out.

"You don't know?" Lily frowned.

"It's just confusing," she groaned, "like whenever he's around it may look like I'm okay, but sometimes. . . I don't know, I just get this feeling like, I'm home or something." She sighed, "why the hell am I even telling you this?"

"I don't know," Lily smiled, "but people tend to vent out when they keep things with them instead of telling someone."

"Thanks Lily," she breathed out, "why'd you ask anyway?"

Lily smiled knowingly, "because James talks a lot about you too."

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author's note:
so sorry for the short chapter, I swear I had a plan for this before.