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Lucy Elkins is not your mother. ([info]lucyelkins) wrote in [info]wished,
@ 2010-04-12 17:45:00
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Who: Lucy and Branwen
Where: Dormitory
When: Monday afternoon, following classes
What: Some serious secret time
Rating/Status: PG, Closed


Although the girls shared a dormitory Lucy did not, in fact, manage to tell Branwen anything the other night. Having already been in the dormitory at that time, before Branwen had been able to arrive, Lucy had fallen asleep. Now that she and Branwen were no longer in the same classes, seeing her best friend had become down right difficult when there wasn't a free period. So as the day was drawing to a close, Lucy gathered all of her things and practically raced her way toward her dormitory her fingers crossed that Branwen would be there.

Sure enough, as she came through the door, she spotted Branwen and let out a sigh of relief.

"This castle can be so big when I'm in a rush," she said, slightly out of breath. She managed a smile at her best friend as she dropped her books on her bed. Perching herself on the edge, she crossed her arms in front of her chest and took a slight breath.

"I've got a lot to tell you," her words slow and deliberate. "And I wish I had been able to tell you sooner, but I'm technically not allowed but at this point, I couldn't care what McGonagall says about it."

And although Lucy was generally a quiet girl, this was a long time coming.


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