‘I thought he would come… I expected him to come,’ he said, ‘I was, it seems, mistaken.’ Then Harry Potter stepped out of nowhere, and silence fell so completely that the Death Eaters could hear the fire as it crackled, and the breath of the massive giants, and the chink of a small stone that Potter dropped – ”
“Potter dropped a stone?” Roxanne interrupted, frowning.
“Yeah,” Scorpius replied, bemused.
The title sums it all up, really. Roxanne Weasley doesn’t spend EVERY Hallowe’en wandering lost in the Forbidden Forest, duelling masked villains and battling forest trolls. Not without a good reason, anyway.
A next-gen fic written for the Ravenclaw in-house Hallowe’en rarepair challenge.