Lucy Weasley was grabbed by her older sister and dragged onto the Hogwarts Express. She sat down opposite Molly, and although it was only her first year, and Molly's second, her sister seemed a lot more excited.
"But don't you think it seems so interesting, Luce?" Molly would say every now and then, after seeing the girl's blank expression.
"My name's Lucy," She mumbled. "I suppose. But it's just a school."
"It's not just a school, Lucy! It's Hogwarts! The ceilings are bewitched! And there's a forest right next to it! A Forbidden one! Full of centaurs and hippogriffs, and-"
"Molly! Calm down." Lucy shrugged, her mousy brown hair cascading off her shoulders. Her hair was always messy, and there was nothing she could do about it. But Molly had the typical Weasley hair, a lovely reddish colour, and it was very easily tamed. She also had big, twinkling blue eyes, and a smile that lit up the whole room. Lucy had eyes a plain muddish colour, and every smile she tried to crack seemed fake. Molly was bubbly, and beautiful, but Lucy was pasty and pessimistic. Many times had her family tried to bond with her, but she never really saw the point in socialization. She'd rather sit in her room all day than sit downstairs trading chocolate frog card with her cousins.
She just wasn't... Social.
"I can't believe all the compartments are full!" A voice screeched, coming closer to the compartment where Molly and Lucy sat. The door flung open and a girl with dark hair in a bob strode in and sat next to Lucy, followed closely by a smaller girl with fair hair, who sat opposite her, next to Molly.
"Heidi Parkinson." The first girl announced, as though it were the most sacred name in the world. Molly smiled. "I'm Molly Weasley, and that's Lucy, my sister."
Lucy raised her eyebrows in a sort of silent greeting.
"Weasleys? I've heard about you lot from my mother. God, you must have a lot of cousins."
Molly beamed, not realising it was an insult. "Oh yes, quite a few."
Heidi turned to Lucy and narrowed her eyes. "Couldn't you have brushed your hair before you left the house?" She scoffed. Lucy slunk backwards and twiddled with her thumbs, not caring enough to explain that she had, in fact, been forced to brushed her hair by her mother just before she arrived at the station.
"Well, my Mum works at St Mungo's. We can afford hairbrushes." Heidi remarked, much to the amusement of her friend, who snorted loudly then went red.
"Shut up, Patrice!"
Lucy sighed. This was going to be a long journey.
(Just a couple of notes: You should read my other fanfic first, because I will probably make references to it later on, and you'll just be like 'whutt'. Also, the girl's surname is Parkinson, like Pansy? I thought I'd make it that way so it was obvious who she was, and this is completely logical, as her parents may have separated and her mother request she keep her mother's maiden name... If her parents even got married :/)