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Lucy Spinks (addingvalue) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

It was already dark by the time Lucy managed to get to the address Susan had given her. She'd spent Monday night at the Leaky, then worked her usual hours. She'd worked through lunch so she could leave at four, but getting home and packing up enough of her things to last her several days had all taken time. On top of that, she'd argued with Jenny - whispering angry words at one another behind a locked door so none of their housemates would overhear. It was exactly the kind of thing Lucy hated about trying to live as a muggle - the lying, the sneaking around, the inability to be open... She'd ended up crying on the floor by her bed while Jenny looked on, baffled.

But Lucy didn't have time to cry for long. On the tube with her suitcase an hour or so later, she'd run through her list of things to do: find Susan's, try to do some research on International Exports, make sure her interview suit was cleaned and ironed, find her make-up and shoes. She didn't have time for anything, not even dinner.

Wishing she could remember - or cast - the spell that Justin had always cast on her trunk to lighten it before she went home from Hogwarts, Lucy dragged her suitcase behind her, crossing at the lights and making her way down the street until she found what she fervently hoped was the right house. She'd known it would be big, but hadn't expected it to be quite so huge or grand. Suddenly nervous, she lifted her hand to knock, prepared to be told she'd got the wrong place after all.

Instead, Susan jerked the door open and Lucy didn't know whether to be relieved she didn't have to go traipsing around the rest of Regent's Park to find her or daunted by the place she lived. "Hi," she said, lifting a hand to brush her fringe out of her eyes. "It's been a really long day..."