Lucille Rose Potter

Chapter 58

"Why didn't we think ahead," Sawyer groaned as they tried to sort through their clothes.

After Draco moved in and Sawyer officially moved into Lucy's room, they'd thrown their clothes together into the wardrobe.

At the time it was a fine idea, everything was easily accessible and they didn't need to find the room for a second wardrobe...however picking through who's clothes were who's...especially socks, was proven to be extremely tedious.

"I don't know," Lucy snapped as she put a folded stack of tops into her trunk, "this would've been easier if somebody actually folded the laundry and put it away instead of throwing it into draws all wrinkly."

"I don't do that!" Sawyer protested.

"Yes you do!" Lucy glared at him.

The two of them had left packing to the very last minute...the day they were leaving and quickly learned that that was a very dumb idea.

"Sawyer, we have to be at the feast in less than an hour!" Lucy said.

"I know that Lucille!" Sawyer said shortly.

"Don't be snappy!" Lucy frowned, "I said we should do this last night but you wanted to go to bed early, we could've had this done already."

"We're nearly finished," Sawyer huffed, "we'll make it in time."

"No we won't."

"Yes we will."

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They finished packing just as they could hear the train's whistle in the distance.

"Come on Matchi," Lucy begged, trying to get her cat into the cage, "we don't have time for this!"

The cat meowed rebelliously, slinking out of Lucy's reach every time she went to grab her.

"I'll get her," Sawyer said as he closed the door to his owl, Helios' cage.

"Thanks," Lucy breathed, "I'll take Helios downstairs."

She grabbed the cage of the hooting owl and took him down the staircase to where the rest of their bags were.

"Ready?" Aberforth asked as Lucy put the cage on-top of Sawyer's trunk.

"I think so," Lucy said with a bit on an edge.

"Someone's moody," Aberforth pushed.

Lucy glared at him, "Sawyer's on my nerves."

"That doesn't happen too often, now, does it?" Aberforth's laughter echoed through the apartment.

Lucy just rolled her emerald eyes.

"How're we getting there then?" Draco piped up from where he was sitting.

"I've got a secret passageway from here into the castle," Aberforth revealed, "you three with go through there when we hear the train pull up."

"There's a what?" Sawyer came down, Matchi in her crate, "since when?"

"Since always," Aberforth shrugged, "never had much use for it."

"How come you never told us?" Lucy accused, "that would've been helpful last year."

"Kinda forgot about it," Aberforth said simply.

"So I can leave the castle totally undetected...whenever I want?" Lucy smirked mischievously.

"Lucille Rose, you listen here," Aberforth warned, "the passageway is for emergencies only."

Lucy pouted, "but—"