𝗺𝗶𝗿𝗿𝗼𝗿𝗯𝗮𝗹𝗹 | 𝗵.𝗷.𝗽

fourth year .*･｡ﾟ.*･ 18

t h i r d  p e r s o n    (L y r a)

Lyra blinked her storm grey eyes slowly, hardly awake. The thick book she was reading was slipping down her lap. Her plush bed felt uncomfortable underneath her, and the book was unnecessarily dull.

She dearly missing having the house elf, Dobby, in the house, because he was surprisingly pleasant company, but she scolded herself for thinking like that, because she knew that Dobby would be happier now that he was free.

In a random, split second decision spurred on by her enormous boredom, she decided to sneak out. She unlatched the lock on her window, and carefully lowered herself out and down the side of the Malfoy manor, watching her footing carefully.

She ran out of the long drive way , before slowing as she was out of sight. she continued her venture to a nearby muggle town. The muggle town, which she didn't know the name of, was definitely her favourite place to go people watching.

She wandered the aisles of the muggle grocery store, gazing blankly at the items. She soon left, not having any muggle money to buy something, although a can of Coke looked very good in the British summer heat.

She left the main street, and then chose to go into the suburban part of the town. She sat on the curb side, and watched the children on the other side of the road run around and ride their bikes in circles. She wondered what it would be like to be a normal teenager, not the only Gryffindor in a line of Slytherin purebloods.

Suddenly, her line of sight was blocked. a handsome boy, maybe a couple years older than herself, casually sat beside her. She blinked in surprise, and her hand instinctively flew to her wand in the back pocket of her jeans.

The boy chuckled slightly, beaming at her. She couldn't help but grin back, his smile was contagious. "I'm Cedric." He said plainly.

"Lyra," she replied, her hand still on her wand.

"You can put your wand away." Lyra jumped in surprise. How in the name of Merlin did this muggle know she had a wand?

Cedric seemed to read her mind, because he hastily replied. "It's alright, I'm a wizard too." She relaxed her shoulders slightly. "I'm a Hufflepuff. What about you?"

"I'm a Gryffindor." She replied tentatively. She was used to people having a range of reactions to her stating her house, but Cedric's was surprisingly positive.

He smiled widened, his warm brown eyes twinkling kindly. "That's cool. Do you want to go to the store? I have money."

Lyra was going to refuse, as her family would probably notice her absence, but it was hard to say no to Cedric's genuine smile.

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"Where were you?" Draco's sneer interrupted Lyra's daydreams as she stepped into the lounge after a trip to the muggle town nearby. He wore a smug grin, his icy blue eyes shining with malice.

She rolled her eyes. "What is it to you?" She asked rudely, walking past him and into the living room, slumping down into one of the uncomfortable black leather couches her mother was so fond of.

"Well, just because you asked. Father offered to take me to the Quidditch World Cup, and since you weren't home, you aren't invited." He replied smugly, looking exceedingly proud of himself.

Although she would never admit it, that really bummed Lyra. She knew that Ron and his family were going, and it would have been a dream come true for her to see a professional Quidditch match in real life.

When she didn't reply, Draco's self-satisfied grin broadened. He turned his back, and Lyra flipped him off, mocking him behind his back. She cursed at him under her breath, calling him all sorts of things that Hermione would gasp at.