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Lucy Spinks (addingvalue) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Lucy winced slightly. It wasn't that she'd forgotten about Susan's family, but she was just so tired and stressed out that she hadn't been thinking about it. "I'm sorry," she said genuinely. "Of course it's different. If I think wishfully about anything it's going to be my primary school days. But there's no guarantee that I'd have figured out I was good at anything in the muggle school system either. I certainly wasn't showing any unusual promise when I left." Her mother had always said she'd be a late bloomer - though she'd been talking about Lucy's height, which had never changed much.

"I like recipes," Lucy said. "I've got more cookbooks than I know what to do with. I left most of them at Jenny's, for now." The thought reminded her of the awkward way she'd left things with her sister - but she didn't want to dwell on it right now. "That one's in a book of chocolate-based recipes," she said, picturing the book cover in her mind but unable to recall the exact title. "It's mostly cakes and biscuits and things, which I'm not so good at, but it has a few savoury dishes too."

Susan's genuine apology was appreciated, even if Lucy knew it wasn't Susan's fault that any of this had happened. "I woke up with my leg gone," she said, repressing a shudder. Even once she'd realised her leg was definitely still there, she'd panicked. "So I just... put on jeans and socks and tried to get to Diagon Alley so I could floo from the Leaky Cauldron." She couldn't remember whether or not they'd talked about it. The only person to comment on her panicked journal at the time had been Gwenog. She managed a small smile as Susan tried to re-orientate them to the positive. "I'm sure I'll like living here," she agreed. Even if the house was a little intimidating...

She hadn't thought about the sender of the journal in months, but she nodded in agreement. "I guess so. I mean - don't owls just sort of know where people live?" Lucy had certainly sent things without knowing where the people she was sending them to were living, and they seemed to have arrived.