Lucy Love-good woke up with a start, she had been dreaming about Oliver again. His strong arms and chisled jaw. But suddenly an owl sailed in Lucy's window and she let out an ungodly shriek. she was PETRIFIED of birds, owls especially, so going to Hogwarts was never easy. But she was starting her last year and was determined to get over her fear once and for all.
She had never enjoyed Hogwarts as much as everyone else. Not that home was much nicer either, her parents were very strict and would never let a bird be in her room so she quickly silenced the bird, grabbed the letter and sent it swiftly on its way... Who on earth would sent her mail? She ripped it open as she pulled on her jeans and t-shirt ;
Dear Lucy Lovegood
I am proud to inform you that you have been chosen as head girl this year, you will need to attend weekly meetings. Your first meeting will be on the train in the prefects compartment. If you wish to speak to me or the headmaster about anything please come to my office.
The best wishes, Harry James Potter
Her heart leapt for joy as her blond bouncy curls whipped around her face. SHE WAS HEAD GIRL!
"LUCY! What on earth is all that shrieking for? Quieten down! " a loud, angry voice came from her doorway where a shadowy silhouette glared down at her. Mother...
It was only a few weeks later when the taxi dropped her off at Kings Cross Station and she boarded the Hogwarts express for her last trip to Hogwarts. Her mind began to doze off as she sat (alone) leaning against the window... "LUCY! Where have you been? I've been trying to find you for AGES!" a ginger head bobbed around the door, Rose. She leapt next to Lucy and started burbling away, senselessly.
"Rose. N. Ok? We havent even left the station yet!" She exclaimed slowly. "Ok I guess you may be right." She paused for a second. "Chocolate frog? Oh you'll never guess what! I'll tell you, I completed my collection... Lucy, did you hear me? I've got them all!" Nearly an hour passed as they garbled away, giggling and talking, until they got to the subject of prefects "but who do you think is head girl? ughh. I bet its Miss Perfect !" Rose looked utterly furious at the mere idea! "Actually its not... Its me!" Lucy announced. A dumfounded look spread across her best friends face.
Lucy wondered who head boy would be, maybe it would be Oliver. She hoped it would be Oliver. She imagined running her fingers through his dark silky hair as she drifted asleep her eyes fluttering shut.