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Lucy Spinks ([info]addingvalue) wrote in [info]finnigans_rpg,
"Oh, and the Hufflepuff women aren't?" Lucy asked, laughing at Susan's description. "I seem to remember you, Hannah and Megan falling over yourselves to be the first to be nice to me." It was a good memory - and Lucy didn't have too many of those from school. She smiled - then laughed again as another memory came to her. "Remember when Wayne tried to turn the stairs down from our dorm into a water slide?" It hadn't entirely worked - and Professor Sprout had been torn between outraged indignation and inappropriate giggles.

It took Lucy a moment to remember who Edgar was. Years ago, she'd known her friends siblings names by heart, nearly as well as she'd known her own. Time had dulled that memory a little - but it eventually came back to her. "Edgar's your brother?" she checked. "How is he? Is he living here too?" She hadn't thought to ask whether there any more people living here than just the two of them.

"Can you really say there's a point to having obscene amounts of money?" Lucy asked, not particularly wanting to get into a discussion of economics, but not willingly to meekly stand down either as she once might have. She stood, joining Susan in the kitchen and giving a little shriek as the knife whizzed its way towards her. She knew Susan was in control of her magic, far more so than Lucy was, but it was still disconcerting. "I think I can just about manage to cut peppers," she said as she removed the knife and carefully removed the top of the first pepper. "When we've got more time, I'll show you the new recipe I've been experimenting with. It's amazing."


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