Lucille Rose Potter

Chapter 24

November hit the castle with cooler temperatures and autumn breezes.

"Is this too much?" Ginny asked, coming out of the bathroom with half her face painted gold and the other half scarlet.

"Why stop there?" Lucy giggled, "half your head is red why don't you color the other half gold?"

"Should I?" Ginny turned to look in the mirror, holding her wand to her hair, "I think I will."

Lucy's eyes widened, she didn't think her friend would actually do it. But the next second, half of Ginny's hair shone a brilliant gold.

"You should do it too, Luce," Ginny smiled.

"I'm ok," Lucy laughed, pulling her Gryffindor hat over her own red locks, "let's go to breakfast, we don't want to be late."

The hall was particularly crowded for a Saturday morning.

Ginny and Lucy took their seats at the Gryffindor table and each made a plate.

"Goodmorning," a gentle, airy voice came from behind them.

"Morning, Luna," Lucy chirped.

Ginny gave a smile through a bite of her muffin.

Over the last month, Luna had become a close friend of both Ginny and Lucy's.

"I like your hat," Lucy said. The blonde was wearing a gigantic lion on top of her long waves.

"Thanks," Luna smiled, "look what it does," she raised her wand to her head and the lion sprung alive. Giving a very loud, very realistic roar that made everyone close jump in their seats.

"Isn't it good?" Luna asked proudly, "I wanted to have it chewing up a serpent to represent Slytherin... but there wasn't time, Anyways..." she looked away from Ginny and Lucy, "goodluck, Harry, Ronald."

Lucy watched as she walked back to Ravenclaw table, her hat had a tail that swished behind her as she walked.

It wasn't long before the school filed out of the castle into the frosted over November morning. They all walked down the path to the Quidditch pitch, taking their seats in their house's respected section.

"I missed Quidditch," Ginny said earnestly, "we didn't have a season last year with the tournament and everything... did you? Have a season, I mean."

"Yeah," Lucy smiled softly, "we did."

"Did you go to the World Cup last summer?"

"Yeah, Abe took Sawyer and I," Lucy sighed, "that night we woke up to our tent being flipped over."

A roar erupted from the stands as the teams walked onto the field. From where they sat, the players looked like blobs of red and green. Madam Hooch blew her whistle and they all took to the sky.

Lucy wished she was on the field instead of sitting in the stands. Quidditch was one of the redhead's most favorite things in the entire world.

"And they're off!" Lee Jordan yelled over the loudspeaker, "and it's Johnson! Johnson with the Quaffle! What a player that girl is, I've been saying it for years and she still hasn't agreed to go out with me—"

"Jordan!" McGonagall yelled.

"—just a fun fact, Professor, adds a bit of interest... and she's ducked Warrington, she's passed Montague, she's—ouch— been hit from behind by a Bludger from Crabbe... Montague catches the Quaffle, Montague heading back up the pitch and— nice Bludger there from George Weasley, that's a Bludger to the head for Montague, he drops the Quaffle, caught by Katie Bell, Katie Bell of Gryffindor reverse passed to Alicia Spinnet... and Spinnet's away! She dodges Warrington, avoids a Bludger—close call Alicia—and the crowd is loving this! Just listen to them, what're they singing?"