"Are you ready for Hogsmeade tomorrow?" Ginny asked, brushing her hair.
"Yeah," Lucy said, "it's almost been a month since I've seen Aberforth."
"So you're visiting home then?" Ginny asked.
"Yeah, me and Sawyer are going to pop in, maybe help out for a couple hours," Lucy shrugged, "what about you?"
"I'm going on a date with Micheal," Ginny grinned, "we've been planning it for ages."
"Fun," Lucy said shaking the pink nail polish she was using.
"Is this dress too... showy?" Ginny asked, turning to face Lucy.
Lucy looked up from her nails, Ginny was holding up a pale yellow dress in front of the mirror.
"No, it's really cute," Lucy reassured her, "Micheal will love it."
"Thanks, Luce, you're the best," Ginny grinned, she walked over and sat on Lucy's bed with her, picking up a bottle of purple nail polish. "How're things going with Harry, Ron and Hermione?"
Lucy shrugged, "Hermione doesn't like me, she thinks I'm a Death Eater or something."
Ginny snorted, "for the brightest witch of our age, she's pretty dense. What about the boys?"
"I'm not sure," Lucy blew on her nails, "Harry's nice towards me, Ron seems indifferent. I don't really mind though, they don't have to like me."
Ginny shook her head, "they're idiots, I'm sorry."
"Don't be," Lucy laughed, "I have everything I could ever need, if a couple people don't like me, that's fine."
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"Ready?" Sawyer offered his arm.
"Yeah," Lucy wrapped her arms around his, "let's go."
The walk to the village didn't take long, Sawyer and Lucy entered the pub they called home with huge grins on their faces.
"Uncle Abe?" Lucy called, hanging her sweater on the hook behind the bar.
"Ah, there you are," Aberforth pulled her into a hug, "I've been waiting for you guys to get here all morning!"
"Ah, it's good to see you," Lucy kissed his cheek before stepping back to let him hug Sawyer, "we thought we'd help out for a few hours today."
"Ok," Aberforth smiled warmly at them, "why don't you go to your rooms and grab your aprons."
Lucy and Sawyer nodded and left the main room to the pub.
"I think your aprons actually in my room," Lucy turned to Sawyer.
"What did you steal that too?" Sawyer laughed.
"Stoppppp," Lucy groaned, "mine was in the wash, ok!"
"Teasing," Sawyer's curls bounced as he laughed, "come on, let's go get them."
Lucy's walls were a pale blue and she smiled upon seeing them. She hadn't been in her room since she left in September.
"They're in my wardrobe," Lucy pointed. She flopped onto her made bed as Sawyer opened the door to get the aprons.
"What're you thinking about?" He asked, flopping down on the bed besides her.
"Nothing," Lucy sighed, she accepted the black apron Sawyer offered.
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Lucille Rose Potter
Fanfiction•Lucy Evans, radiant of confidence, fiery hair, fiery temper. Good heart, soft but strong, unapologetic and honest. A free spirit, uncontrollable, unpredictable and unconfined. The type of woman you go to war beside, not against• •Sawyer Thorton, lo...