Gryffindor Girl

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A/N: God damn, I take a lot of breaks so I apologize for not updating this! My mental health has been declining so //:  

     It had been a few days since Lucy had ran into Draco. Over the course of those few days she had helped her brothers de-gnome the garden, and she had packed for the Quidditch World Cup. She couldn't even begin to tell you how excited she was for it. Today was the day that they were going to get Harry from his uncle's home. Ron had told her that Harry's folks were awful people, so she was glad that he got to spend some time away from them.

     Lucinda started the day off by being pounced on by Ginny. "Lucy! Wake up, today is the day Harry's coming! You've been sleeping all day!" 

     "Ouch- Ginny! Get off of me!" Lucy reached out and shoved the smaller girl off of her and into the floor. She sat up and rubbed the sleep from her eyes, slightly satisfied with the small 'oomph' that she had heard coming from Ginny. Lucinda yawned and stretched out her arms, turning her head to the side to pop her neck.

     The two of them shared a bedroom, considering they were the only Wealsey girls. They had two twin beds on either side of a small table. On the walls were scattered pictures of famous wizard musicians and countless moving photographs of Gilderoy Lockhart-- whom of which was no longer someone both the girls idolized. Lucinda and Ginny both well remembered what had happened in Ginny's first year of Hogwarts. They just never bothered taking down the photos.

     Ginny stood back up, huffing and brushing herself off, "Rude, much? You could have just asked me to move."

     "I could have, but then you still wouldn't have moved." Lucy rolled her eyes at Ginny and crawled out of her bed, making her way downstairs. She could already smell breakfast- or, more like lunch considering Lucy had been sleeping all day. "Morning, mum." She mumbled, taking a seat at the table. Her mother gave her a disapproving look. 

     "It's noon, dear."

     "Is it? My bad. I lost track of time last night and stayed up reading." 

     Mrs. Weasley piled food onto Lucinda's plate. She was, of course, the last one eating as usual. All her siblings had already eaten together as a family. Lucy was known to stay up for hours the night before and sleep in during the day to make up for lack of sleep. 

     "Are you going with your father to get Harry?" Mrs. Weasley asked, taking up Lucy's now clean plate and setting it in their sink. The plate began to magically wash itself.

     "Am I allowed too? Who's all going?" Lucy asked, raising an eyebrow at her mother. Normally she wouldn't be able to go with her father, considering she was one of the youngest in her family.

     "Why of course you're allowed too, darling. And I think it's just your father and the twins." Mrs. Weasley turned back to her daughter, leaning against the counter. "And quite frankly we both know that the twins need someone to watch them besides your father." Lucinda laughed and hopped out of her chair.

     "Thanks, mum!" She rushed up and kissed Mrs. Weasley's cheek before running to the staircase. "I'm going to go get ready!"

     A few hours had passed since lunch and Lucy, the Twins, and her father were all standing by the fireplace. Mr. Weasley had all made sure that they knew what they were supposed to say when they threw the floo powder in the fireplace. 

     "Make sure you say "Harry's Home" and then throw down the powder. We do not want a repeat of what happened a few years ago, alright?" Lucy knew that he was referring to when Harry sneezed when he was supposed to say Diagon Alley. He ended up going to Knockturn Alley, which was a very frightening place.