Lucille Rose Potter

Chapter 8

"That was Nymphadora Tonks," Sawyer said, sitting across from Lucille, "she was in seventh year when I was in first."

"The girl with pink hair?" Lucy took a sip of water.

"Yeah, she's a metamorphmagus," Sawyer said, "I think she's an Auror now."

Lucy nodded, her mind was still caught up on the dog back on the platform. He had looked at her with such sorrowful eyes.

"I was going to see if you wanted to meet a few of my friends," Sawyer said, "but I think we should stay put for the time being."

"Later?" Lucy said, she really didn't feel up to meeting new people right that second.

"Of course," Sawyer smiled.

"We shouldn't have taken the train," Lucy said miserably.

"We'll still have fun!" Sawyer protested, "we've just had a minor setback!"

"So much for not bringing attention to myself," she grumbled.

Sawyer chuckled, however his smile faltered as he looked down onto the compartment floor. There was an ear on the end of a string right by his foot.

Sawyer stood up and walked over to the door.

"What're you doing?" Lucy asked, puzzled. She had yet to see the Extentable Ear.

Sawyer ignored her and slid the door open, three 5th year Gryffindor's were on the other side of it.

"Bugger off!" Sawyer yelled.

The trio guiltily sulked back to their compartment.

"Unbelievable," Sawyer shook his head, "I'd never expect that from that lot."

"Who was it?" Lucy asked, standing up to let her cat out of her cage.

"Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger and Harry Potter, they're all fifth year Gryffindors." He replied.

"Harry Potter!" Lucy squeaked, "why'd he want to spy on us?"

"I'm not sure," Sawyer admitted, "they were the ones who were watching us out in the hall."

Lucy's cheeks turned scarlet, "dumb dog," she muttered.

Lucy didn't feel like herself again before a couple of hours had passed.

She had taken a brief nap and ate some candy from the trolley.

"Ok," Lucy said after her fourth bag of Coconut Ice, "let's go meet your friends."

"Are you sure?" Sawyer raised hue eyebrow at her, "you can always meet them later, we can stay here."

"No," Lucy brushed off her shirt and stood up, "I'm sure, let's go."

"Ok," Sawyer shook his head, "I guess we're going."

He led the way down the train's corridor and into a compartment towards the front of the train.

"Sawyer!" An chorus of voices echoed as the door opened.

"We thought you didn't take the train this year, mate!" A male voice laughed.

"I was in the back," Sawyer said, he was still blocking Lucy from view of the students in the compartment.

"Why'd you sit back there?" A girls voice asked.