When the Daily Prophet had landed on Lucy's bed, the second decree glaring up at her in bold faced print, Lucy hadn't been so rational. The article had ruffled her to her core, her blood had nearly been boiling by the last sentence. She hadn't even begun to let the reality of it set in. In fact, she was sure she'd never been angrier before in her life. But after explaining the situation to her father, her grandmother, Grayson - things began to settle down. She was beginning to face the gravity of what it all meant.
"As long as McGonagall is around," she told him. "But I've got a feeling that she won't be for much longer. Merlin knows she's trying to do the best she can with what she's got, but the Ministry is going to take control eventually."
And that was the scariest part of all. Her brows furrowed and without even thinking a second thought, she grabbed his hand. It had seemed logical at the time.