Lucy Belle Weasley (lucybelle) wrote in breaking_point, @ 2009-09-13 01:02:00 |
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Entry tags: | *complete, 2024 09, character: lucy weasley |
RP: Changing of the seasons
Who: Lucy Belle Weasley
Where: Hogwarts school, Great Hall
When: 13 September, 2024; around 7am
Rating/Warnings: None
Summary: Lucy contemplates the latest happenings
Status: Public | Complete
Lucy hadn't been able to get her mother's letters off her mind. Homework had continued to pile up when classes had resumed on Friday, but she'd barely even looked at her reading list, even as Monday morning crawled closer. The weekend had been spent huddling close with housemates, not once leaving the Common Room from both fear and confusion. A melancholy had seemed to take control of Lu, and she couldn't quite place why. She'd hardly known the young boy, and it was true that his death was tragic and uncalled for and terrifying, but... Well, it didn't really affect her personally, did it? It wasn't like she could claim some sort of loss in all of this, but the thought of a young child... The stories from her parents' youth had seemed like pages in a history book, little else. After all, Lucy hadn't even known her uncle Fred, who'd seemed like some sort of great fairy tale hero the way her father spoke of him. But fairy tales were distant, history books were removed. This. This felt immediate. Tangible.
Just now, Lu had emerged from Gryffindor to get an early breakfast. The corridors were deserted but for the errant ghost, and when she reached the Great Hall, she was the only one present. Taking out a Charms book to try and organize her muddled thoughts, she soon gave up out of frustration and a growling stomach and looked about for a House Elf or a bowl of oatmeal. Soon a glass of pumpkin juice had appeared and shortly after a breakfast of eggs, oatmeal, and sliced apple.
Munching absent-mindedly, she noticed a slow trickle of also-early-rising students and tried hard not to pay attention to any of them. She had studying to do. She was trying to prove to her parents how sorry she was - what better way than bring home good marks, right? Right. She took out her book again, feeling better for the fresh food and cool drink, and dug into Professor Fallon's latest essay assignment.