•Lucy Evans, radiant of confidence, fiery hair, fiery temper. Good heart, soft but strong, unapologetic and honest. A free spirit, uncontrollable, unpredictable and unconfined. The type of woman you go to war beside, not against•
•Sawyer Thorton, lo...
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"What do you mean it wasn't there!?" Lucy exclaimed.
"Whoever got my task must've moved it," Draco said, "Lucy, this is bad."
"You don't say," Lucy rolled her eyes.
"Come on!" Draco frowned, "I need you to be serious, your friend was just poisoned!"
"I know that," Lucy said, "Draco, why didn't you tell anyone!"
"Oh, right," Draco said sarcastically, "hey guys! I know you don't trust me as it is, but I made a list on how to kill our professor and it's kind of happened. My bad! Sorry!"
"Ok, ok, I get it," Lucy frowned, "you could've at least told Abe, or me."
"Well I'm telling you now, aren't I?" He said smugly.
"You're such a prat, Draco Malfoy," Lucy rolled her eyes, "come on, let's go tell Abe."
"He's going to hate me," Draco groaned, "Lucy he's going to kick me out."
"Merlin, Draco do you not know him at all," Lucy glared at him over her shoulder.
"Fine," he stumbled after her.
They climbed through the dank passageway and pushed through the portrait into the Hogs Head.
"He's going to be asleep, Lucy, it's late, why don't we come back tomorrow?"
"He won't care," she dismissed him.
"Uncle Abe!" She hollered, pushing into his bedroom, "Uncle Abe, I need you to wake up."
"Lucy? What time is it?" He groaned, sitting up.
"Probably around one," she sat on the foot of his bed, "we have a problem."
Abe turned on the lantern.
"Draco, what're you doing lurking in the doorway," Abe chuckled.
"Come sit," Lucy patted the bed beside her.
"What's the matter?" Aberforth yawned.
"Ron Weasley was poisoned," Draco mumbled, "it's my fault."
"It's not your fault," Lucy scowled.
"What do you mean poisoned?" Abe looked at them in alarm, "what the ruddy hell is going on?"
"When I was assigned my task, I had written out a list..."
"A list?" Aberforth repeated.
"ten ways to kill Albus," Lucy snorted.
They both gave her a look.
"Sorry! Sorry, I know it's not funny."
"Merlin, Draco," Abe's lip twitched as he tried not to smile, "if you needed a list on how to kill my brother, you should've just asked, I think I've made about seven growing up."
