Lucy studied Hugo, noting the color in his cheeks. He looked- well, he looked better than how she pictured. Sometimes, it was hard to get the image of him pale and sweating out of her head. She worried for him so much that she didn't know how to process it sometimes. Life had been easy for Lucy. At least, compared to everyone else. So she struggled learning to read or had a hard time in school? That was nothing compared to drug addiction and having Hermione Granger as a mother or perfect Rosie as a sister.
Chewing the inside of her lip, Lucy played with the ends of her breaking off the split ends, musing over the fact that she desperately needed a haircut but Aunt Fleur was gone and Marcus Flint scared her. Dropping her hands, she looked at Hugo, eyes watery, and shrugged. "I always need a hug," she whispered, leaning in and wrapping her arms around his neck.