Lucille Rose Potter

Chapter 16

"What was that all about?" Aberforth handed Lucy a plate of chips.

"A defense club," Lucy shrugged.

"No, I heard that," Aberforth frowned, "the girl with the bushy hair?"

"Oh, nothing," Lucy laughed.

"She thinks Luce is a Death Eater or something," Sawyer took a bite of his pot-pie.

"That's Bollocks," Aberforth chuckled, "why would she think that?"

"I guess it has something to do with me showing up the year after Voldemort comes back," Lucy sighed, "it's really fine, I don't mind."

"What about Harry Potter? You get along well with him?" Aberforth rose his eyebrows.

"Yeah," Lucy said, "well enough, I guess, his friends just don't like me."

"Mhm," Aberforth nodded, "what're your plans for today?"

"We don't really have any," Sawyer said, "we were just going to help out around here for the day."

"The hell you are," Aberforth looked at the two teens, "it's your day off, you're not spending it working with an old man all day. Go have some fun, be teenagers!"

"But we wanted to spend time with you," Lucy frowned.

"I'll tell you what, you two go shopping and have fun and the three of us will have a nice dinner tonight before you have to go back to the school," Aberforth threw the rag he was using to clean bottles over his shoulder.

"Fine," Lucy hesitantly agreed, "we'll go out once we finish eating."

>•<

"I was starting to think you two weren't going to visit me."

Lucy and Sawyer escaped the chilly October breeze by ducking into the warmth of the Three Broomsticks.

"Rosie!" Lucy squealed, rushing forward to embrace the  middle-aged woman.

"I missed my favorite person," Madam Rosemerta crushed Lucy against her chest.

"I thought I was your favorite person," Sawyer gasped in feigned offense.

"Aw, you are also my favorite person," she squeezed his cheeks.

Sawyer blushed and a pleased expression spread across his face.

"So," Rose put her hands on her hips and narrowed her eyes at the pair, "are you two dating yet?"

"Rose!" Lucy giggled, "you know we're not! You ask every time we visit and our answer is the same every time!"

"One of these days your answer will be different," Rose smirked, "just you wait."

"Oh, think what you want to," Lucy said, "how have you been, Rose?"

"Ah, same old, same old," Rose waved her arm, "it's boring without the two of you to keep me company."

"At least Lucy isn't in France," Sawyer said.

"I can drink to that," Rose laughed, "it was about time the Dumbledore's came to their senses! Come sit, come sit," she ushered them over to a booth, "I want to hear everything about Hogwarts."