Lucy Rose

Chapter 11

In honor of this chapter enjoy my brain vision of Sawyer. Xo

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January 16th was a hard day.

Charlie let her stay home from classes...nobody would've cared anyways, it was a Friday.

Fridays were laid back at the reserve, even for the workers, they were more social days, less work to be done.

"How're you feeling?" Charlie asked, sitting next to her on the couch, a blanket wrapped around his blanket.

Charlie Weasley, bless him, had also stayed home from work, he didn't want to leave Lucy by herself.

"I'm alright," Lucy smiled weakly, "I know it's dumb to be sad, especially since I know he's not dead...but my head keeps trying to convince me that it wasn't actually him. That it was just a delusion because I so desperately wanted it to be him on that hill."

"You said he turned when you called his name," Charlie soothed, as he had done several times already. 

"Wouldn't you?" Lucy looked at him with a pained expression.

"Wouldn't I what?" Charlie asked patiently.

"Turn if someone had yelled," Lucy said, "when it was supposed to be silent, wouldn't you have turned?"

"Well yes—" Charlie started.

"Then we don't know," Lucy shook her head, "we don't know for certain it was him."

"You're getting lost in your head, Lu," Charlie gave her a sad smile, "trust yourself? Will you?"

"How can I?" Lucy said bitterly.

"Hey," Charlie frowned, "go easy on yourself too, it's been a tough year."

"I should be fighting," Lucy said, "I shouldn't be hiding, I'm a Gryffindor, I'm supposed to be brave."

"Lucille Evans, you are the bravest girl I know," Charlie said sternly, "and I won't hear anything else about it."

A small upturn teased on the corner of her lips as she desperately tried to keep a frown.

"I see you trying to smile," Charlie laughed, "come on, let's play a round of chess or something...if you beat me, I might let you have a glass of Firewhiskey after dinner."

"A bottle," Lucy bargained, a spark in her eye.

"A glass." Charlie said with an undertone of finality.

"A glass." Lucy sighed.

Sawyer Thorton's 19th birthday passed with several rounds of chess, a few laps around the Quidditch pitch and a small vanilla cake.

Lucy blew out the singular candle on the cake for him.

She had never felt more alone.

"Goodnight," Charlie whispered as he passed her open door.

"Goodnight," Lucy rolled over to face him.

He smiled fondly and pulled the door closed with a click.

"Happy Birthday, Love," Lucy breathed, turning back over and falling asleep.

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"Happy Birthday to you! Happy Birthday to you! Happy Birthday dear Sawyer! Happy Birthday to you!"