Christmas seemed a million years ago, but Lucy tried to cast her mind back. "It was nice to have some time off," she hedged. Christmas with her family had seemed... strained. Lucy couldn't tell if it was her imagination or if, possibly, it was the fact that she'd ventured back into the magical world. Her family had always seemed happier when she was away from it - which had probably played its part in keeping Lucy in the muggle world for so long.
"No flare ups," she said, taking a seat as indicated. "Thank goodness. One morning waking up to find parts of my body missing was enough." Lucy liked to think of herself as being quite tough, she could deal with knocks and scrapes without making much of a fuss - but she'd never been magically ill before and it had freaked her out. "I haven't had much to do with the Ministry," she said, shrugging out of her jacket and folding it on her lap. "I don't know whether they're going to forget about this if I don't get back to them or if they're going to turn up at my house..."