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01. Physics and Magic
JULY 20, 1969
The Pine Island Estates were only a few miles from the Kennedy Space Center. Everyone knew being alive in this time was pure dumb luck—after all, how many times did one see a man go to the moon for the first time? And for lucky, lucky nine-year-old Lucy Wendell, it was perhaps, the greatest birthday of her life. Not that there were that many, but still! Her awe had resonated with the nation, for crying out loud!
Seeing the glittering rocket shine after its blasting roar into the atmosphere in person, then watch it blink out of sight like a reverse meteorite was simply put, astonishing—amazing yet frightening all at once! —Dad would certainly agree with her, she knew. Mom had tried to join in on their enthusiasm, but she just couldn't compete with Dad. The time he'd taken Lucy to work with him at the Center was the second-best day of her life, only after the launch of the Apollo 11.
Much later that evening, it was with bated breath that they both huddled around the massive television screen, the infinite seconds of Buzz Aldrin's and Neil Armstrong's perilous journey come to the tantamount climax—setting foot on the moon. The sizzling of Mom cooking dinner on the pan fizzled into nothing, and it was just her, Dad, and the words of Neil Armstrong echoing into the very recesses of her mind.
"That's one small step for man," Lucy held her breath, straining to hear the very words that would set forth a dream like no other. "and one giant step for mankind."
Their endeavor set loose another giant step for Lucy, in her budding obsession of going to the Moon.
Charles Wendell was a lucky man. Not because he had the best daughter a man could ask for, not because he worked his dream job as a physicist for NASA at Florida's Kennedy Space Center, not because of his dashing good looks (according to his mother) no, but because he had the best wife he could ask for.
Meeting the woman of his dreams had been like hitting a bullet in mid-air with a smaller bullet—while riding an angry bull.
Gwendolyn Ollivander, the lady in question who just so happened to spill blazing hot tea on Charles during his visit to England's tiny space program. No one wanted the Russians to beat the Western forces to the moon—John F. Kennedy's emblazoned determination flamed within every American at the time—they would have the first man on the moon within the end of the 1960's.
The tea wasn't what attracted him, however—it was the wide, peculiar eyes. They glittered the pale silvery shine of the moon, their beauty almost dumbfounding him in his place despite the scalding fluid flowing all over his immaculate suit. Gwen must've found him even better, and he couldn't quite remember much after that. But it was better that way.
Because almost ten years later, the very same shine glittered at him in their home on Merritt Island, Florida. He'd somehow managed to tuck in their exhilarated child even after the monumental landing, shocking since even Charles couldn't process that they'd managed the feat of the century.
"Something wrong, Gwen?" he asked, his voice low and serious. Gwen stayed silent, her brilliant eyes hiding the anguish within.
"Dad's gone."
Her English accent broke on the final word, her shuddering breath paving way for the gasps of tears to come. Charles knew how much her dad meant to her— Gervaise had been the one to walk her down the aisle, to raise the amazing woman before him. How could she have kept it quiet for so long?
"Gwendolyn…" What could he say? It seemed all the excitement from the day had seeped out of his very being. "Why didn't you say anything?"
"How could I?" she asked, her eyes alight with unshed tears and unrestrained adoration. "It's Lucy's day, your day, the day you've worked for since the day we met! I couldn't ruin it for you both, not with this terrible news!"
Tears dripping uncontrollably down her porcelain face, she curled into his chest with rapid bursts of agony. Heart breaking for his wife, Charles took her in his arms as they lay under the sheets. He didn't know how they'd get past it, but they would. He would do anything for her, his Gwen. Anything. Especially to stop her from crying. Gervaise Ollivander may have died, but his daughter had kept it to herself to make the perfect day for him and her baby girl. Their baby girl.
"How do you think Lucy will take it?" he pondered worriedly, the shaking woman in his arms stilling at the thought.
"S-she'll want to see him one last time, won't she?" Gwen sniffled. "Do you think we can go this week? To England?"
"Of course," Charles confirmed, a knot forming in his throat. Lucy was too young to understand why they'd never see Gervaise again.
All he could hope was that she not catch her mother in this state.
"You'll…" He paused, not finding the words to describe Gwendolyn's…peculiarity. "You'll get us there like you usually do, right?"
Gwen nodded under his chin, her honey-colored hair catching on the dark stubbly whiskers.
"Magic?" she uttered quietly, the escaped word finding its way back to him.
"Yes," Charles hummed, thinking of the paradox magic posed for him. Theoretically, physics had to include the variable within it. Perhaps Muggles didn't consider it, but he wondered if wizards did use some form of the science within their own studies. It just came to show how they didn't really need magic if mere Muggles had performed the previously impossible without wizards.
Thankfully, Lucy had taken after his natural inquisition, her mathematical diagrams proudly showcased in his office back at the Space Center. She knew the laws of physics like the back of her hand.
"The fireplaces, right?"
Gwen stayed quiet a while longer, her outbreak of tears restrained in favor of plotting for the future. Strong woman, she was.
"Yes, the Floo. We'll have to explain it to Lucy, you know. One of these days."
"Something tells me she already knows," Charles commented, his arms relaxing the tight hold they had over the petite figure of his wife. "Does she think all that weird stuff she does is normal for Muggles?"
"We didn't put her in public school for a reason…" Gwen trailed off, but Charles could hear the smile on her face. "It would be nice to show off before we go and…see Dad one last time."
Her steely resolve warmed his heart like nothing else. The same fire burned even now, ten years from their hasty marriage in London. Charles knew there was no other woman for him, no other he could call the love of his life. She'd given him the best child he could ask for—the least he could do was love her with all his heart.
With or without magic, Charles was certain Lucy would be an amazing woman. With her mother's eyes, his pitch-black hair, and a curiosity without bounds, his little scientist was well on her way to that goal, loved every step of the way.
This thought in mind, he thought little of else as Gwen too slackened, the tautness of her body melting into his own. A good night's sleep after a long day was just what the Wendell family needed before their long trip to England.
SEPTEMBER 1 1971
It had been two years since Dad died. Two long years since the Death Eater's first infamous attack at Gervaise Ollivander's funeral, and two longer years of living without him. Lucy Wendell was certain, she'd go to the moon in honor of her slain father.
And then harness the power to destroy those who dared to destroy her perfect family.
Firstly, she'd need her wand, a Hornbeam and dragon heartstring beauty proposed to her ever since she'd met Uncle Garrick the first few days of their supposedly brief visit to England. Secondly, she'd go to Hogwarts and become the best witch the Wizarding World had ever seen.
Uncle Garrick's eccentricity was weird at first—she'd been too distracted prior to realize why he'd measured her left arm with the ever-present tape and find the obsession her father had imparted upon the world before his unfortunate demise. Lucy could still hear his shout, see his tall form as Dad dove for Mom, his final act illuminating her silver eyes with a green flash and an agony for the man she'd never see in her life again.
The overzealous bastards that did it took the brunt of the swirling storm within Mom's gaze. They'd gone out, the shine dulling into a hurricane within, unwilling to be contained, stopped, and all the ready to destroy anything in its path. Her hazel wand moved faster than lightning, blasting anyone and anything that came near her family.
Then the Aurors came, leaving us and the Ollivanders with yet another member to bury. Prison was too lenient for the fallen Death Eaters. No one could replace Dad, the Charles Wendell, one of the scientists who'd gotten to help mankind reach the moon! No one could.
The bitter thoughts rose a sensitive knot in her throat, and Lucy tried thinking of other things to occupy her mind. Like…like…the first day of school! As the resident mind reader, Mom yelled from the first floor.
"Lucille Wendell! Is your trunk packed?!"
Not wanting to make her angry, Lucy started shoving things haphazardly into her trunk.
"Yes, Mom!" The rate at which she threw things into the infinite abyss would've given Mom an aneurysm, she would be madder at the fact that she waited to the last second to do so. If it had the word 'Moon', it went in the trunk. If it had a picture of Charles Wendell, it went in the trunk. If it had anything that would further her research into astrology and astrophysics, it went in the trunk.
And Lucy was anything but picky in what she needed to conduct her experiments away from the unpredictable environment in Garrick's house, which also doubled as his research lab. An abnormally strong interest in science, both Muggle and Wizard, seemed to run in the family.
"Did you pack clothes?!" called Mom, knowing Lucy far too well. "I'll go check in a bit!"
It was those final words that had Lucy yelling back with equal fervor.
"Uh, duh Mom, I got clothes! All the robes we bought took hours to get…" The memory of Madam Malkin's Robes for all Occasions gave her an involuntary shudder. They'd spent way too long in there.
"Okay, honey, make sure you're down in five—you're going to miss the train!"
The train! Lucy grabbed the final thing she was certain she would need to conduct her trials. Her leather-bound star journal. It was the first introduction to science she'd ever gotten from Dad, the handwritten physics theories and diagrams memorized by heart. Mom charmed it after he died to never run out of pages, and damn if that didn't make it the best gift she'd ever gotten.
The trunk clunked down every single step on the way downstairs, where Garrick's nimble fingers worked meticulously on his newest wand. The highly unstable core, probably Dragon Heartstring, lay frozen in his Unbreakable jar, waiting to be combined with what looked like a beautiful Silver Lime wand wood. During the two years of living in England, Lucy was able to learn another mysterious side of magic—Wand lore.
Uncle Garrick dedicated his life to the profession, as it had been before him, and before Grandpa Gervaise, and before Grandpa Gervaise's Dad, and so on. Lucy could hardly fault him for being so dedicated—the eccentric nature of wand-making was, a paradox. It required a steady hand, an even steadier wand for the tricky ones, and the patience of a saint for the wand-maker himself.
"If you're done last-minute packing," Mom cast a glare from the fireplace. "We'll need to get going!"
"Aw, Mom, I wasn't last-minute packing!" Lucy fought a losing war. "I was finding all my books!"
"With those lies, you'll never be a Slytherin, thank God," she muttered loudly, grabbing a pinch of green dust from the hollowed-out groove in the bricks. "You first, say 'Platform 9 and 3/4'."
No stranger to Floo, Lucy grabbed a bit of the emerald powder and threw it into the flames.
"Platform 9 and 3/4!" And everything swirled in a film reel of colors. Shaking her head to get rid of the dizziness, Lucy stepped out onto the final image before her.
A scarlet train shone with golden rays of sunlight glinting off the metallic sides like the rocket she'd seen two years ago. Silvery smoke came out of the stack, with little puffs of colorful circles flying out every few seconds, in gaseous reds, blues, yellows, and greens. Many varieties of people strode along, their children pointing in awe and some hanging out of the train windows to say their final goodbyes. It was beautiful.
Momentarily stunned by the hustle and bustle of the Platform, Lucille failed to notice the incoming Floo passenger. He smacked right into her back, trunk and all, throwing her book skidding into the crowd. She didn't even get a chance to get a glimpse of the rude boy who'd done it, no, her Dad's gift was far too precious.
"Nice job, idiot!" she called back, not caring enough to turn around. And then she was lost in the crowd, book in hand, the many wizards and witches towering over her eleven-year-old form like giants. Until a slender arm picked her from within the masses.
"Lucille Wendell, you are such a rascal!" huffed Mom, lugging the trunk behind her. "If you were any worse, you'd lose your head too!"
"It wasn't my fault!" protested Lucy, pointing to the rows of fireplaces along the wall. "Some kid knocked Dad's journal into the crowd! I had to get it!"
"I'll stick it to your hand if you want, I don't care right now," Mom bit out, an odd sense of guilt welling within Lucy. "Get on the train before it starts moving!"
"Okay, Mom!" groaned Lucy, wanting to ogle more at the strangest crowd of people she'd ever seen accumulated in one place. Mom levitated the luggage onto one of the designated slots into an unmarked rail cart—which, by the way, defied all laws of gravity. Galileo had to release a Muggle version of the concept under the secrecy of the Italian Ministry—and came back to help her only daughter onto the train leaving in less than five minutes.
"Lucy, promise me you won't get in trouble—" Before Lucy could cut her off, she noticed the pleading glint in her mirrored silver eyes. An odd feeling washed over Lucy, making her nod solemnly at her crazed insistence. "You'll know what kind of trouble I mean soon, sweetheart. I didn't make us any friends when I got those Death Eaters arrested."
Mom fumed slightly as curious onlookers turned to glance at the blonde.
"I'll not say anymore—I love you baby, be safe."
"I love you too, Mom." With the final goodbye said and done, Lucy felt…strangely lonely. Mom was her everything, her consistent companion all eleven years of her life. To be split from her for the majority of the year felt…weird.
Lucy wandered through the corridor, glancing to see if any of the compartments had been filled yet. When it seemed like she'd walked the entire length of the train, she reached the final one. In it, from what she could peek through the window, was a single boy, his sandy blonde hair flaring into ashy brown in the bright sunlight.
He didn't look like trouble, not like that pair of boys who'd hardly made it onto the train before picking on some random students in their compartment. They'd stuck out to Lucy because of the girl's cherry-red hair. Wand in her hand in case things went bad, she poked her head into the compartment.
Startled, the boy drew back at the sight of Lucy, his eyes peering curiously at her tiny fingers wrapped around a charcoal wand.
"Um…hello." Lucy drew out, her voice catching at the scar lining the side of his face. "I'm Lucy. Would you mind if I sat here?"
'Manners maketh a lady' Mom's words voiced through her thoughts, so Lucy wouldn't be completely socially inept.
"I—Yeah, that's fine," the boy stammered, looking a bit alarmed at being talked to directly.
Raising a brow slightly, Lucy sat herself down on the opposite seat, the window separating the two children from each other.
"So, what's your name, I can't keep calling you boy in my head," she joked, giving the shy boy a small smile. "My whole name's Lucille Adaline Wendell—but don't tell anyone my middle name, okay?"
Thankfully, he seemed to pick it up and he smiled—albeit, briefly—at Lucy.
"Okay, I'm Remus John Lupin—but I don't mind if you tell people my middle name."
"Remus, like the brother of Romulus of Rome?" Lucy rushed out, her excitement getting the better of her.
"Er—yes." Oh no, she must've made him uncomfortable!
"I'm sorry, I really like to read—I've read all about ancient civilizations and history," she rambled, her defensive side riling up to protect her.
"That's okay, I like reading too!" Remus exclaimed, a true smile breaking on his face. "Do you know any Muggle literature?"
"Of course! I love Tolkien and Austen," gushed Lucy, her inner bookworm shining as another one sat across from her. "My favorite book might be 'Pride and Prejudice', but don't tell anyone, again!"
"You're such a girl!" he laughed, stopping as the train started to move. "It's okay, but I think I like Hemingway as an author better."
"He's good—but I prefer reading non-fiction anyways," Lucy excused her lack of fictional knowledge. Others could talk about their favorite writers, like Shakespeare, Austen, Lewis, Eliot, or Hemingway, but Lucy adored reading about physics and theory. Give her Einstein, Hawking, or any scientific article of the day!
"Oh, really?" asked Remus, his curiosity getting the better of him. "What kind of books do you read then?"
"I really enjoy reading about astrophysics," she started, watching his eyes widen with astonishment. "But my favorite subject is the moon."
Remus's face dropped like a brick from a second-story building. Lucy couldn't fathom why he looked so alarmed—there was nothing to fear from the moon! In fact, he seemed almost timid after, his next question posed delicately.
"Why the moon?"
Lucy digested his answer, knowing something was up between the sandy-haired boy and the moon. But what was it? She replied, as to not get caught staring inquisitively at Remus, who'd completely shut down after she'd chatted him up.
"Do you remember the Summer of 1969?" Seeing his face wince slightly, he nodded. "Well, in America, where I'm from, I lived a couple miles out from the John F. Kennedy Space Center. The Apollo 11 took off into space—on my birthday! —and man set foot on the moon for the first time in history! Dad and I waited all day to hear Neil Armstrong through the TV, and when he spoke, it was like time stood still…"
Lucy could still remember that infinitely dragged out minute. Dad was alive, his crystalline blue eyes lit with a fire to challenge his own daughter's passion for space, directly in front of the black and white screen like children eagerly waiting their Christmas gift. Absolutely amazing…
She hadn't noticed the last two words slip out, but Remus picked it up all too clearly.
"So, you want to be an astronaut? Don't you know space is extremely dangerous?!" he demanded, his forest green eyes swirling with fear and something Lucy couldn't place. "The moon isn't the safest place either, there's no oxygen there!"
"Duh, that's why Neil and Buzz had to wear their spacesuits!" laughed Lucy, unable to comprehend his irrational fear of not space, but the Moon itself! "And magic makes it easier to do! Imagine a charm to keep the spacesuit failsafe, the magical energy in tandem with the aerospace engineering to create the perfect spacecraft! All of mankind could go to the Moon with that technology!"
Her imagination running wild, she wrote the newest log in her journal, all too distracted to consider Remus's shell-shocked demeanor. Her newest plan? Figuring out how to use Wingardium Leviosa as a method of launching past the thermosphere. And maybe even a blasting spell would work—the inertia might just make jelly out of the poor astronaut in the rocket, but surely, a strong enough one could theoretically force the rocket into orbit!
Side-Note-to-Later-self, ask Remus about his fear of the moon.
Lucy Wendell was someone that Remus Lupin found himself quite certain, was a lunatic. Literally, 'to be obsessed with the moon'. And for someone with his condition, people like her were a dangerous force to be reckoned with. She was too inquisitive, too curious, and too outright in her exclamations.
What if one day, she up and told everyone about the creatures and plants affected by the moon? Everyone would figure it out, a werewolf at Hogwarts?! He'd be strung up by an angry crowd in a matter of minutes! Lucy seemed to know every little thing there was to know about space, about physics, about the magical possibilities and imagination most wizards didn't care to bother themselves with.
But her, she had the capability of recognizing a potential for greater technology, to consider the melding of magic and Muggle engineering to make machines of the ages!
No, this Lucy Wendell was too dangerous to be around, lest she figure out his secret. With this thought in mind, he peered cautiously at the innocent looking figure, her silver eyes barely poking out from above her obviously well-loved journal. Her left hand scribbled with the ferocity of a mad genius, already on the second page of her wild thoughts barely contained into the notebook.
The train stopped suddenly, the gears screeching under their carriage like a pack of deranged geese.
"Damn you, Thermodynamics," he heard Lucy mutter, waving her wand lazily on the blot she must've made on the paper.
"You do know magic isn't allowed outside of school, right?" he asked, despite knowing that she was a dangerous individual for him. She might've been too curious for her own good, but Lucy was still the first person he'd ever talked to outside of his family about anything.
"And are we out of the school grounds?" she replied innocently, finally glancing out from her very complicated looking blueprint she'd been in the middle of before the stop.
Cheeks flaring, he nervously glanced outside the window to see the most brilliant sight he'd ever seen in his life.
"No…" he trailed off, letting the splendor of the castle fill his every pore. "Have you ever seen Hogwarts before?"
"No, it can't be that amazin—oh woah…" she stood next to him, both children staring in awe of the multifaceted turrets that heralded the castle, its towers and heights glittering with tiny windows that looked like stars from their distance. With his head looking so far up, the all-too-familiar glow of his worst enemy shone above the highest turret, the crescent taunting him of the agony awaiting him next month.
Remus wasn't too enamored after that. He also wasn't sure when he'd gotten so close to Lucy, and he made sure to move after the lapse in brain functioning passed.
"Are we supposed to leave our stuff on the train?" he asked, glancing at the well-informed girl beside him.
Her wavy black hair trailed below her shoulder blades, and Remus found himself examining the curious individual he'd shared his train ride with. She wasn't tall—he towered over her and most students in their First Year as well—she wasn't weird looking—if he was being honest, she was quite pretty—she wasn't insane—obsessed maybe, but not insane—there was nothing to hate about Lucy. His observation was cut short by her tiny voice.
"Yeah, Mom told me they take it to your dorm room, wherever you get sorted."
"Where do you think you'll go?" That bit at least, was extremely obvious to him. She'd surely be in Ravenclaw, where their passion was to learn as much as they could. Although, Remus wasn't sure if it meant only about one subject in particular. That would lead her closer to his secret, no, that wouldn't do! "I hope you're in Gryffindor!"
"Gryffindor?" Lucy asked, her head recoiling as if that thought had never occurred to her. "I'm not brave!"
Scrambling for reasons, Remus tried not sticking his foot in his mouth. He nodded furiously.
"Of course you are! Didn't you sit with a stranger at the beginning of the train? I saw you earlier, you ran right into the crowd regardless of who you pushed out of the way—so sorry about knocking you over, by the way," he rambled, desperately trying to persuade her.
Lyall Lupin never much told him about Hogwarts, as he wasn't certain he'd be allowed, but what he had told Remus before he left was that the Sorting Hat considered what the student wanted, and not just their qualities.
"You knocked me over?" she gasped, her voice getting higher in irritation. "You could've at least said sorry!"
"I just did!"
"Well," she paused to think of her rebuttal. "Not right after though! My mom got mad at me! And you let me be your friend before you said anything!"
"Good thing too, right?" he smiled, feeling a stab of hope poke through his heart. His first friend, just his luck it would the girl who could easily expose his secret to the world.
How terrible.
"I guess, you're pretty cool…" said Lucy, her voice tinged with fake disappointment. "And you really think Gryffindor is my house?"
"What self-preserving person would want to shoot themselves into the atmosphere?" he confirmed, smiling as Lucy laughed at his words.
"You're right!" she giggled before many of the students, young and old, began pouring out of the train. "I guess I'll see you at Hogwarts, Remus! I'll try to get in Gryffindor, don't worry!"
"Yeah…see you too." And he wasn't sure if it was the gutted feeling in his heart that made his face crumple as she left from the compartment.
Lucy never once thought she'd hate her last name. Wendell, the perfect pair to the perfect first name—Lucille Wendell went together like two peas in a pod, smoother than butter when she thought about it aloud.
Who'd have known the Hat went slower than the crowd outside of Kennedy Space Center? Really, for magical beings who possessed unlimited amounts of power, there had to be a better, faster way of getting Sorted into a house!
When 'Wallace, Kate' was called, she could hardly believe that there were still students behind her, but she found Remus's green-eyed, perturbed gaze staring at her from where he'd sat. A couple of boys sat around him, but he had all eyes for her, a slight blush rising in her cheeks at his intensity. No boy ever looked at her for so long-they'd all thought she was crazily obsessed with a dream that they thought would never come true!
But she'd show all of them!
"WENDELL, LUCILLE!" boomed the Hat, and Lucy practically skipped to the seat in pure anticipation. She was far too happy, far too curious to care about the peculiar stares from the Slytherin table. And from one Mr. Sirius Black, who thought Miss Wendell looked a little too much like his family members.
"Well, Well, Miss Wendell, what do we have here?" the Hat harrumphed, if she could believe it. "You've got a good head on your shoulders, but there's such a thirst for knowledge, to know, to build the rocket of Wizardkind! You might just be the most obsessed child I've Sorted since Garrick Ollivander…oh, I see. Your uncle. And your mother! She was a Stall too, couldn't decide between her brain or her heart. But there's quite a bit of thirst for revenge there too, Lucille, that's where you differ—or would you prefer Lucy?"
"I—Lucy, please."
"I'm sorry what happened to your father, tragic loss…but you fail to see the most important characteristic he imparted to you, even before his death. —" Lucy couldn't believe her ears, just what did he mean by that?! "—although, your friend Mr. Lupin had quite the reason for you in Gryffindor as well…even if he doesn't know it either. Yes, I think the boy should have a chance for happiness, even after both of you have suffered so long. Better be GRYFFINDOR!"
Remus stood from his seat, clapping after the extremely long Sorting. But everyone she glanced around at seemed to be looking at her in awe. Why were they so surprised? They clearly didn't hear the Hat from where they sat.
"Remus!" she called, a brilliant smile illuminating her face. "I did it, I got Gryffindor, just like you said!"
She sat in the empty space next to him, giving him a brief hug while casting her silvery eyes at his friends as well.
"Well, well, Remus, you move quick!" exclaimed one of the boys, his mischievous hazel eyes glinting behind his circular wired glasses.
"Quick?" asked Remus, both he and Lucy sharing their confusion.
"Why, you've got a girlfriend, doesn't he James?!" exclaimed the boy next to James. He could've been Lucy's brother, with similar wavy black hair and gray eyes. But she knew the difference—hers were far brighter than the storms beneath Sirius Black's.
Huffing indignantly, Lucy spoke before Remus got a word in on his supposedly new friends.
"I'm not his girlfriend, idiots, Remus is my friend! Besides, you're just jealous he has a female friend!" taunted Lucy, not seeing the increasing blush rising in Remus's cheeks.
"Look, he's blushing! That means he likes you!" persisted James, last name unknown.
"No, it's because you're harassing him! Don't talk to my friend like that!" protested Lucy, her eyes swirling into those similar to Sirius's. "He doesn't need to prove himself to you losers, bunch of little boys with big words and nothing to show for it!"
"Now, Wendell, watch yourself—don't you know who this is?" asked James, pointing at the sudden regality in Sirius's posture. "He's Sirius Orion Black, the Third! I don't think you'll want someone talking about you bothering the Heir of the House of Black."
"He could be the Heir of the House of Idiots for all I care!" laughed Lucy mirthlessly, her silver eyes truly reflecting their irritation towards the two boys Remus found. "Probably already is!"
"Lucy—you should probably keep a bit quieter, the other tables will hear…" admonished Remus, all too aware of the magical society's prejudices and attitudes to those who spoke out against them.
"I thought you were my friend, Remus!" Lucy turned on him, casting her disapproving glare at the poor green-eyed boy next to her. She stood, unwilling to associate with those who cared far too much of what others thought of them. "I see you want to make boyfriends instead, though, carry on! I don't need you."
Lucy said the words she knew would hurt the most, and if the instant fall of his face was any indicator, she succeeded in her task.
"I hope you're happy!" she spat out at the boys who started this whole mess, looking rather unconcerned with her anger and more concerned in the dinner that appeared before their very eyes.
Lucy too would've considered the magical implications this had on Gamp's Transfiguration Laws, but she was too mad, too pissed off to even think right!
Whipping out her wand, to the amazement of the elder students, she cast a silent jinx on both boys, completely unawares to the flashing white color of their hair. And when the laughs broke out, it was Lucy who stormed from Hall, with no real direction in mind. She didn't need anyone to help her complete her aspirations, all she needed was her wand, a good book, a place to work, and a whole lot of knowledge.
A/N: Hope you enjoyed the first chapter of Lucy's strange, but hopefully endearing obsession with the moon. Reviews are appreciated, see you next chapter!