#keepsschasing

“Uh, it’s, you know… A rectangle? A cube? A rectangle… cube?” Sebastian hesitated, shifting the weight of the box from one arm to the other. It wasn’t heavy, really, but the Slytherin simply wasn’t using to putting any kind of effort into an unpleasant task. He had been asked to carry the box because he had been the last Death Eater left at the meeting apart from the leaders (he had fallen asleep), and since he did very little usually, he thought he might as well agree to carry this box for them. And whilst he didn’t know what was in it, he was pretty sure a redheaded girl wasn’t supposed to find out either. He was pretty sure she wasn’t one of the Weasleys — or at least, he hoped so — but he was also quite certain he’d never seen her at a meeting before, and therefore assumed he had better hide what was in the box from her. “It’s my hairbrush,” he finally blurted out before quickly hurrying away from the other.

Had Alice been born a violent douchebag, she would have probably punched a wall. She was that frustrated. She was trying so damn hard to help, and yet it felt like nothing she did ever mattered. All Alice managed to do was hurt the people she loved, or even just stand there as they got hurt by others. Sometimes, it all felt so useless. Everything. From breathing to fighting. No matter what you did, the world was still going to turn, right? And day after day, people were still going to die. Hell, even she would die one day. But that didn’t mean she liked standing there and watch everyone she cared about get hurt. She wasn’t even sure her own parents knew which side she truly stood for. And that hurt far more than Alice would ever care to admit. It was all so much, and the brunette wished she could just retreat within herself for a little while. Take a break from it all, just for a second or two. But that would be selfish, and she was well aware of that. And whilst Alice Longbottom might have been a lot of bad things, she certainly wasn’t selfish when it came to those she cared about. Or, at the very least, she hoped she wasn’t.

Tears were welling up in her eyes, and the muttered swear word that came out through her lips was automatic. Alice Longbottom did not cry. Not unless she was doing it to get what she wanted, and at this point, she very much doubted her tears could stop a war. She wasn’t even sure what she was doing any more. Breaking down in front of Charlotte, the last person she wanted to humiliate herself in front of, and ruining her make-up… God, her make-up. She had spent so long on it that morning, and she knew it’d look absolutely horrible mixed with tears. Sniffling, she reached into her bag for a tissue, and tried to wipe away at the beginning of her tears. It didn’t do much, but at least it felt like she was doing something.

“I know that, Charlotte. But that doesn’t mean I shouldn’t at least try to do better than I am now.”

Would your muse ever consider running away from everything if given the means and opportunity? Why or why not?

No. Roxanne doesn’t back down, not ever. She will stay where she needs to until the fight is done, until there’s peace, until there’s nothing left for her to do. There’s not an inch of her that even thinks about running away, in all honesty, it’s not something she can even fathom doing. She can’t imagine wanting to run away --- it’s cowardly, in her eyes, even if someone would have good reason.

No, Roxanne will stay and fight until it either kills her or there’s no fight left. There’s too much at stake, too many people to leave behind and maybe, most importantly, she would be unable to live with herself if she turned her back on this. This is wrong. This is horrific and scary and terrifying and dangerous, but it’s mostly wrong, and Roxanne will not stand for injustice. She won’t let it happen. It’s not in her nature. 

If your character could have any power in the world, what power would they choose?

I think speed. If you forget about the war and the fights and all that’s happening around Roxanne, that’s still something she would want. Being fast is handy on the pitch, but it’s also ... well, fun. She’s already a quick runner and flier, but to be extra quick? She would adore it. She would love to run across the world and back. When you do take the current situation into consideration, it’s of course still handy, in fights and battle, but also for more stealthy things.