She was going to faint. Bloody fucking hell. This island. Second time in her life she fainted. The world melted around her and Katie dropped to the sand with a thud the same moment her son reached for her. The last image in her mind was a fully grown man who looked so like Oliver and herself.
Lucy, meanwhile, was walking down the beach with her uncle Fred. Getting to know a man she'd only ever heard stories about was turning out to be the BEST. Uncle Fred was brill and he didn't seem at all ashamed that she'd never finished Hogwarts and he didn't seem to think she was stupid. That was always a plus. she didn't like to be thought of as an idiot. She was just- not made for the world of Academia.
"Dad was so mad when he found out-" Squinting her eyes against the sun, she pointed to the lump on the ground. "What's that?" she asked, curiously, jogging towards the odd shapes.
Her eyes widened. "Oh my gosh!" she exclaimed, kneeling down and trying to roll the familiar set of shoulders over. "That's Matt!" she exclaimed, unable to make him budge. "And Katie- and Oh. Wow."
Lucy's nose wrinkled at the putrid smell of vomit. Glancing down, her face fell as she realized she was kneeling in a puddle of puke. "Ewwwwwww!" she exclaimed, jumping up. "Gross. Ew. Grossssss. ICK!"