The first thing he noticed about her was her eyes, because they were the color of the night sky. They are not typical Weasley bright blue; they are her mother's. Lorcan has always loved the stars.
"My middle name is Lyra," she tells him one night, sitting on the edge of the Black Lake while the stars are painting the sky.
His lips curve into a smile. "Lucy Lyra. I like that."
"My mum always liked the stars. Now… she's up there with them," she says, laying back on the grass.
"Hmmm," Lorcan responds, because he doesn't know what to say. "Your eyes—" he begins.
She starts laughing, because the first time they met, he stumbled over complimenting her eyes.
"—are…more beautiful than all of those stars."
"That's a lie!" she laughs, rolling on her side to face him.
"Nope, I don't lie, Lucy Lyra."
"Well, neither do I."
"I love you."
"You—? I… love you, too."
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