throwyoursoul (throwyoursoul) wrote in fourteenshades, @ 2013-10-29 10:59:00 |
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Entry tags: | victoire weasley, x-lucy weasley |
Who: Lucy & Victoire Weasley
What: Color Lucy Skeptical.
When: Tuesday Morning
Where: Goods and Stuff
Rating: TBD- G/PG for now.
Status: In progress
Lucy Weasley, despite the assurances and explanations of those in her journal, was fairly certain she was hallucinating. Or dreaming. Because really, that’s what this had to be. Magic being genuine and great aside, there was no way that this could be real. Time travel was still stretching the bounds of magic in her time with only a handful managing to accomplish it, and yet she was supposed to believe that the bloody founders of Hogwarts were roaming this village? Sure, this wasn’t time travel, but the principal of it still stood… to her at least.
Sighing, she pushed her currently red locks out of her face and looked around. She had ventured out of her new bedroom and had roamed the house, snooping through peeking into the other bedroom as she passed it, before wandering outside. She wasn’t particularly sure where she was at the moment, or how to get back to her house, but she wasn’t worried. She’d run into someone eventually. Right? She had to, this place didn’t seem all that big and with the amount of Weasley’s supposedly running amuck she was bound to find someone she knew. The odds were in her favor.
The question of the day was if they would know her.
Because, you know, that was a thing here. Which, she supposed, was what she was finding most hard to believe. Waking up in a strange place with no memory of how she had gotten there? Believable. It had happened before. More than once. Waking up in a strange place that she was expected to call ‘home’ with members of her family and long since dead folk milling about with their ages all screwy? Not to so plausible. Also, it kind of felt a bit like kidnapping.
Her journal in her bag and her wand in her boot, she pushed on. She thought briefly about knocking on various doors as she passed them, but that didn’t seem like a particularly solid plan. Instead, she sought out the town square. People had been talking about their places of employment, so the shops had to be somewhere. And where there were shops, there was generally people.
If she didn’t find someone soon she was going to take up Evan’s offer and seek out Remigold's, though she had to admit, it sounded a bit like trouble in disguise. She was always skeptical when it came to people- strangers especially- offering things and being nice. It was like that Muggle fairytale, Hansel and Gretel, with the witch and the candy and the terrible father and the cannibalism.
She was peeking into various places before passing Goods and Stuff, backtracking when she noticed a flash of red. Blatantly staring now, the corners of her lips quirked up as she noticed Victoire juggling apples. Walking into the store, she couldn't keep the amusement out of her voice as she called, "Do they pay you to play with the merchandise or are you just bored?"