"Uh." In that moment, Lucy wished she hadn't come at all. It was all so awkward, and she didn't belong here anymore. Hadn't for years. Wasn't, in all honesty, sure she ever had. "Not exactly." She didn't know what to say. Presumably, real witches didn't leave their wands at home, tucked safely into an old school trunk with a journal they hadn't asked for and didn't intend to look at ever again.
Frustrated with herself, Lucy tugged at sleeve of her jumper. "I don't have my wand. I haven't - hadn't - been here in years and then this morning I saw this little girl with a Hogwarts trunk and an owl and I just..." She stopped, already wishing she hadn't said all that. It was stupid, so stupid to be here. What was she hoping for, that she'd find her old friends and they'd somehow still be as tightly knit as they'd once been? It didn't work that way. Even Lucy's sisters weren't still hanging out with their school friends. Everyone had probably moved on.