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Chapter Fifteen

*Author's Note: Thanks to kflma_08, TalkingPiano, Hannah_Bursey1, Erinlovegood424, IssaLegaspi, jjaslee for adding this book to your reading list/voting/commenting :) Have a good day/evening/night!

 Also, this update was a bit late... To be honest, I was a bit lazy about writing. There were new books I have ordered like <Hollowpox>, <Enola Holmes>, <Children of the Rune: Blooded>, <Warriors: The Place of No Stars>, <Percy Jackson and the Olympians>, so I was engulfed in the world of reading. A slight apology, and I hope you enjoy the chapter! I am planning to end First Year as fastly as possible.

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 As months passed, Lucinda got to know her friends better. The black-haired girl, Teresa, was smart, but she wasn't a know-it-all. She just loved learning new things and helping her friends. And her overall personality made Lucinda feel like the girl had a sister. Teresa also tended to talk with boys more than girls. She seemed more comfortable when she spoke with boys - Lucinda had no idea why.

 Newt was the calmest and most caring person Lucinda had ever met. Sometimes his loyalty and kindness to friends made Lucinda wonder why Newt was not sorted as a Hufflepuff. He also had a knack for Herbology and was even better than Teresa on that particular subject. Let's just say Teresa got competitive, and the two quarrel every Herbology class.

 Thomas was that bright, athletic kid. If it were not for the rules, Thomas must have been a Quidditch player by now. He also taught the other kids about football and other muggle sports, though Lucinda did not understand much (so did many others).

 Even though the three were good friends, Lucinda could not shake off the feeling that they were faking their smiles to some extent. She knew it because she did the same. Her life before coming to Hogwarts was not very happy, and to a certain degree, Lucinda had to make it seem she was in a happy family in front of other adults.

 At that moment, the first Quidditch match of the fall of 1991 was coming, and everyone was getting more and more excited and passionate about the game. It was also because Gryffindor was going against Slytherin, and the two Houses were not on good terms.

 There was another big news - Harry was going to be the Seeker of the Gryffindor quidditch team. The First Years decided to cheer Harry by making a large poster. Dean, who was good at drawing, drew a large Gryffindor lion, and it looked pretty good. Hermione put a little charm to make it glow in different colors, so the poster looked even better than it looked in the first place.

 The game went very well - well, only at the start. Harry's broom soon started to jerk uncontrollably, and everyone was both startled and worried. Neville even started to whimper. Then Hermione suddenly burst up from her seat, muttered something, and ran through somewhere before someone could stop her. Soon, Harry's broom went in control again and... Gryffindor won! Lucinda could say she was loving Hogwarts. More than home.

 Soon came December and the Christmas holiday season. Most of the students were excited about going home and enjoying the 'sweet holidays' with their families, but not for Lucinda. She was worried that she was going home because she loved this lovely enchanted place called Hogwarts than Malfoy Manor.

 "Are you going to go home for the holidays, Lucy?" asked Teresa. Lucy was the nickname that Teresa and the others called her - apparently, most of the First Years found the name Lucinda long and old.

 "Uhh, I don't want to, but I guess I am. Though I did not get any letters or something." Lucinda did not get any letters from her parents after that short note in her first week in Hogwarts.

 At that moment, Draco walked toward the table where Lucinda and her friends were sitting at.

 "Lucinda, father says you have to come home during the holidays."

 "WHA- okay..." Lucinda was one hundred percent sure her parents were humiliated or something close like that to her. And going back home was bad, bad news.

 "Well, guess I am going home," the blonde girl sighed.