Lucille Rose Potter

Chapter 5

The summer days passed by quickly. Lucy worked the days away at the Hogs Head, studying, hanging around Abeforth or Sawyer, or walking around the village.

The remainder of the summer was quiet. Albus Dumbledore had not been back to the pub since the morning Lucille learned she would be attending Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry the upcoming school year.

"Luce! Are you getting ready?" Abeforth yelled up the staircase.

"Yeah!" Lucy yelled, "I'm doing my hair!" She hastily grabbed a hair tie and secured the end of her red braid. She was wearing a light blue sundress and a pair of sandals.

"Lucy!" There was a knock at the door.

"Come in!" Lucy yelled, looking around for her headband.

"We have to head out soon," Sawyer sat on her bed, "what're you looking for?"

"My black headband," Lucy huffed, standing up to look at him, "have you seen it?"

"Bathroom," He sighed leaning back on her pillows.

"You're the best!" She said running over to her bathroom. The headband was lying out on the counter, "how'd you know it was here?"

"You left it there when you took it off yesterday," Sawyer smiled, "you have got a terrible memory."

"Yeah, yeah," Lucy huffed, "I think I'm ready to go."

"Ready to see Hogwarts for the first time!" Sawyer said, "I hope you're in Hufflepuff."

Lucy gave him a small smile, "me too, then I'll have a friend."

"You'll make friends," Sawyer said, "no matter what house you're in."

"Thanks," she smiled, "but we really have to go now, I don't want to be late!"

"Ok, I'm coming," he groaned as he slid off her bed, "Abe's waiting downstairs, he's going to wait at the station with us."

"Ok," Lucy hopped down the staircase, "Uncle Abe! Come on, we're going to be late!"

"You have 15 minutes, sweetheart, it's a five-minute walk from here," Abe said.

"We should leave anyway," Lucy declared, "Sawyer! Hurry your slow behind!"

"I'm tired," Sawyer whined as he slowly descended the staircase.

The group of three left the pub and the warm summer sun hit their skin.

"This is it, Luce," Aberforth put his hand on the small of her back, "Hogwarts isn't ready for you."

Lucy gave the old man a small, hesitant smile in return.

"You couldn't even put in a little effort?" Lucy frowned as she observed Sawyer, he was wearing a wrinkled t-shirt and a pair of shorts.

"It's school," Sawyer protested, "these people already know me...Hey! Stop it!" He tried to swat away her hand that was pushing his light brown hair back.

"It's in your face!" She yelled, raising her arm to comb his hair down again.

"We're here," Sawyer ducked away from her reach.

She huffed and lowered herself off her tiptoes.

"We're still a bit early," Aberforth said, checking his watch, "it's five to twelve."

Lucy was jittery with nerves, the minutes seemed to take hours as she stood in between Aberforth and Sawyer.

Finally, at exactly noon, a woman with a stern face, tight bun, and emerald robes approached them.