There was a time in Lucy Heartfilia's life that everything was on time and went according to plan. Nothing unexpected happened and everything was routine. Aside from the short man━yes even short by hobbits standards━stood, peering up at her as she looked up from her book. Shifting around on her bench her face bore a look of clear uncomfortableness as she mumbled out a polite, "Good morning," with a shy smile. The man tilted his head at her curiously, a fond smile washing across his wrinkled face before he spoke, "Why what do you mean? Do you mean to wish my a good morning or simply are stating a fact?"
That grabbed her attention as her blonde brows furrowed together, "I mean...Good morning?" She practically jumped out of her skin when his laughter boomed from him. Strange man, almost made her want to hide back in her comfy little home but something about him had sparked curiosity through her veins, "Can I help you sir?"
A mischievous look took place in the elderly man's eyes, "That is yet to be seen, I'm looking for someone to share an adventure with."
"An adventure?" she repeated after him, feeling warmth rush to her cheeks at the side of herself that wanted to know more. Choosing to ignore her curiosity she shook her head, "I don't imagine anyone around here wanting to go on adventures." Standing up from her spot she eyed down at the man, far more intrigued by his short stature than any of his words, but felt a wave of awkwardness from how he watched her.
Creepy. Very creepy.
Forcing a friendly smile on her face she backed towards the safety of her house, "Well...erm...Good morning," she mumbled turning to walk towards her door. Crisis averted-
"You've changed Lucy Heartfilia," his gruff voice spoke, causing her shoulders to tense as she peered back towards him with a raised brow, prompting him to go on. "And not entirely for the better I'm afraid."
Brown eyes narrowed at him as she planted her hands on her hips, "I'm sorry but do I know you?" she asked, voice practically dripping with sarcasm. Men these days. Such perverse creatures.
"Know my name?!" he demandingly asked, an offended look on his face, "I'm Makarov and Makarov means...me."
Now that caused her eyes to light up with a childlike glee, "You're the wizard who makes those excellent fireworks right?!" she questioned with a bright grin causing the man to smile once more at her, "I'm pleased to see you remember something about me, even if it's only my fireworks...Well it's decided! I shall inform the others."
Her eyes widened, confusion sweeping over her, "Wait what!? No no no, we━er I do not want any adventures around here!" she practically shrieked stepping back to her house, "Thank you but not today, perhaps try asking some elves they usually are quite adventurous folk." The man stared up at her with a frown, watching as she fumbled with her doorknob before uttering another 'Good morning' and slamming the door behind her.
Locking the door with a resounding clunk she took in a deep breath to calm herself she let out an indignant squeak hearing scratching noises. With frantic eyes she moved to look out the window, catching only a glimpse of the wizard as he walked away. Little did the hobbit know just how much of an adventure was in store for her.