Lucille Rose Potter

Chapter 29

"Happy Christmas!" Lucy poked Sawyer, the biggest smile on her face.

"What time is it?" Sawyer groaned, rolling over to bury his head in the pillow.

"Five o'clock," Lucy clapped, "come on! Come on!"

"Luce, the sun isn't even up yet," Sawyer rubbed his eyes tiredly.

"But presents," Lucy pulled on his arm to get him out of bed.

Sawyer grabbed her by the waist and pulled her down onto his chest, "it's too early."

"Sawyer!" Lucy laughed, "let me go!"

"No," Sawyer mumbled into her hair, "sleep now, presents later."

Lucy squirmed but it really wasn't any help, Sawyer wouldn't drop his hold on her.

"Fine," Lucy gave in, "we can wait a little longer."

"Yay," Sawyer hummed, "I win."

"Whatever," Lucy grumbled, "you're squishing me."

"Sorry," Sawyer let go of her and she rolled off his chest, resting besides him.

"I was thinking about going into London today," Lucy sighed.

"London," Sawyer mused, "what ever for?"

"At Beauxbatons," Lucy started, a soft smile gracing her features, "we'd always go ice skating around the holidays, Madam Maxine would freeze over the lake, oh, it was so fun, I haven't been since I came to Hogwarts."

"That sounds fun," Sawyer yawned, raking his fingers through her long hair.

"Yeah," Lucy hummed, "I thought, the three of us would go after supper, when it's dark and lit up by the lights."

"Come on," Sawyer sat up, "let's go open some presents."

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"Happy Christmas, Pierce!" Lucy smiled, handing him a small box with a silver ribbon tied around it, "from all of us, supper will be ready in just under a half hour."

"Ah, Ms. Lucille," Pierce smiled fondly, "thank you, Happy Christmas."

He accepted the silver box and dug in his coat pocket, pulling out a delicate butterfly hairpin.

"Oh, it's lovely, Pierce," Lucy stared at the pin as the older man placed it into her hand.

"It was my mother's," Pierce explained, "she told me to give it to my daughter, but I don't have any children, I thought you'd like it."

"I love it," Lucy kissed him on the cheek.

"Whatcha got there?" Sawyer came up behind Lucy, placing a hand on her waist.

"Look what Pierce gave me," Lucy held her hand up to show him, "isn't it lovely."

"It's gorgeous," Sawyer smiled, picking it out of her palm, he took a strand of her curly red hair and pinned it behind her ear. "Beautiful," his eyes gleamed as he kissed the top of her head.

"Pierce!" Aberforth boomed, as he came out of the kitchen, "yer just in time! Come in! Come in!"

The scent of turkey and stuffing  filled the air of the quaint apartment.

"Want anything to drink?" Aberforth asked as Pierce shrugged off his cloak.

"Fire whiskey, if you will," Pierce nodded.

"I'll get it," Sawyer nodded.

"Thanks," Abe nodded fondly at the young man.

"So, Lucille," Pierce turned to the petite girl, "how's Hogwarts treating you?"