Pyrrhic Victory

twenty three.

Year Two
twenty three. Justin's Outburst

"Can't believe that Draco could possibly petrified a first year!" Lucille said to Magnolia as the two walked to Herbology. It was the beginning of December, and it had gotten more cooler than ever.

"He's ruthless, Luc." Lucille sighed as Magnolia said those words. She knew all about Draco, she had became very fond of the boy. She didn't want to admit it as a 'crush', but she doesn't know what to call it.

When Lucille was around five or six she dreamed of meeting a man who would treat her like a Queen. She used to draw him, she named him Zach. Melody would call his hopeless romantic, and tell her love isn't real. Seven years later, she fallen in some sort of attraction to a boy who held prejudice towards Witches and Wizards who didn't have magic parents, and could possibly be the heir of Slytherin.

Lucille was in a real stump. Her parents would never even allow her to date Draco, let alone be friends. She was surprised when Melody didn't tell them about her and Draco being semi-friends.

"Luc? You okay? You look like your deep in thought about something?" She snapped out of her trance. She faced Magnolia who had her hand in her friends shoulder. Lucille nodded as they headed into the greenhouse where the rest of the Ophidians were.

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"I've owl'd my mum to ask if I could stay here for Christmas." Lucille told Magnolia as they were talking in the Great Hall. Professor McGonagall was going around asking for names of children who would be staying this Holiday.

"What did she say?" Magnolia asked her friend. She had hoped Lucille would stay, so she wouldn't be with Draco, Vincent, and Gregory alone.

"I've got her letter right here." She waved the envelope as she ripped it open, and started to read the parchment that was in her hands.

Lucille,

I really hoped you would come home to us for Christmas, but we understand we don't want your friend to be alone. I love the goodness that is in your heart, you are such like your mumma! We will owl your gifts on Christmas, and Merry Christmas Lucille! Mumma loves you!

- Elizabeth C. Vagabonde.

"Yes! I can stay!" Lucille cheered as her, and Magnolia went into a hug. On the other hand Pansy had something to say about Lucille.

"Why does your mumma talk about herself in third person?" Pansy's high pitched shriek filled the table. Magnolia watched Daphne slightly giggle. Lucille face dropped a bit as she watched the two girls make fun of her mother.

"Shove off Pansy." Magnolia says as she stops her shriek, and faces Magnolia. She knew Pansy was about to explode

"What did you say to me!?" She shrieked loudly which was deafening.

"I told you to shove off! Now go!" Magnolia tells Pansy and she looks around the table and smirks widely.

"Fine, I'll go," She stands up. Magnolia watches as she stared down at Daphne.
"Cmon' Daphne... Let's go!"

Daphne looks at her cousin with a 'sorry' face as she stood up, and followed Pansy to wherever the two girls were going. Magnolia was disappointed in Daphne very much, but there wasn't much she could to do about it.

"Thanks for standing up for me Magnolia." Lucille mumbles from behind the girl. Magnolia turns to Lucille and smiles.

"Anytime." Magnolia looks up to see Fred Weasley staring at her from the Gryffindor table. Once he noticed she caught his eye he pretended to talk to his twin brother, George, and the Quidditch commentator, Lee Jordan.