Huffily Puffily || Golden Trio

A New Hobby || xxiv

It took Lucy a whopping two days before boredom sent her spiraling into madness.

She didn't remember Wool's Orphanage always being so dull. She had tried every trick in the book— leaving frogs in Jennifer's bed, stealing plants from the greenhouse, stealing all the spoons from the kitchen, at one point she stole everybody's pillowcases. The staff reacted in such a boring way. Mrs. Cole would have chased her down the hallways with a broom, but the new staff didn't even seem to notice that Lucy was doing these things. They simply replaced any missing goods, comforted the children she terrorized, and moved on with their lives. Lucy was quite certain they didn't even know she existed.

Nathan was nice to talk to, but he didn't have the heart of a prankster. He worried too much about causing trouble and his new girlfriend but-not-technically-his-girlfriend, Emma, would never dream of getting into mischief. This left Lucy to her own devices.

She was so bored that she actually started doing her homework. Two days into summer, and she started her homework. She was absolutely disgusted with herself.

"Life sucks, so so much, I'd rather be spying on Voldemort," Lucy sang to herself as she thumbed through her old History of Magic textbook. The subject was so much more interesting without Professor Binns reading from it. That man's voice could put a dragon to sleep. "Flippity-Fluff, life sucks, Voldy-mort sucks so much!"

She finished and then looked at Grayble expectantly. The cat shot her an unimpressed look and buried his face into her pillow. She frowned. "Git," she muttered. She slammed her textbook shut and screamed into her hands. "Ohhh my god I'm so bored Grayble! I'm going to go insane!"

Grayble let out a huffing sound and deigned to get up. He sulked over to her bedside table and jumped on it, knocking her new diary off in the process. He jumped off the table and then curled up in the corner, glaring at her all the while.

"Fine, I get the hint, I'll stop talking to you," Lucy said with a roll of her eyes. "Geez, Graybie, when did you get so sassy?"

Obviously, the cat didn't answer. Lucy's eyes turned over to the diary. Well, if she wasn't going to get any schoolwork done, she might as well write for a bit and see where that takes her. Who knows, maybe she'd discover something new about herself. Maybe she'd get bored and draw Snape as a troll, who knows? She picked the diary up off the floor then grabbed her quill, moving over to her desk.

She began writing:

This mystery journal of secrets belongs to one Lucille Eve Gina Esmee Naomi Diana Eleine Rochester. In the event that this beautiful bastard of a girl dies of boredom, she would like to note that this happened because the world is evil and cruel and sent her from a beautiful place named Hogwarts to a horrible, boring, dirty, evil, boring, disgusting, plain, boring, place known as Wool's Orphanage. Did I mention it was boring? Because it's boring.

Lucy smiled proudly at her introduction. Hey, maybe writing was her thing—

Oh, and the ink disappeared.

Lucy screamed into her hands again. She was ready to pelt this stupid joke diary at the wall when to her surprise, new text appeared, in a very different, neater style of handwriting. She would almost call it calligraphy.

That's quite the introduction, Lucille.

What the fuuuuuu

Oh— sorry. My name is Tom Riddle. I used to own this diary.

Lucy's jaw dropped, remembering what Mrs. Cole told her about him. What are the odds, that the one other person who attended Hogwarts from Wool's Orphanage was the same person whose diary she got? She could feel her heart rate picking up from excitement. That hadn't happened in a whole two days. Life was amazing!