Chapter One: the introductory one
'I've reached a point in life where it is no longer necessary to try to impress. It they like me the way I am, that's good. If they don't, then that's too bad.'
Lucie Longbottom woke early on the morning of September 1st, feeling slightly apprehensive towards the fact that today she would officially be entering her sixth year of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. She showered, dressed and stood staring at her reflexion in her floor length mirror: drinking in her usual appearance, simple jeans and a shirt with long, waist-length hair. She didn't know why she expected to look any different just because she was going into her sixth year, but she had anticipated feeling and possibly looking slightly more mature over night.
As Lucie stared into the mirror, her eyes focused on the pale green irises of her reflection, she thought about her father- the herbology professor- and found herself wondering whether he had been yet again fussing over a potentially deadly plant, or whether he had missed her mother whilst he had been preparing for the school year. Her mind then wandered to the friends she hadn't seen in a while, then to the people she rather wouldn't be in the same school year as and then to the subjects she would be taking this year. Every thought seemed to flutter in and out of her mind as fast as they had entered it. It was hard to keep up with every single thought.
The morning was progressing far too slow for Lucie's liking as she followed her nose to the smell of freshly baked pancakes- the usual farewell meal her mother prepared before her two daughter's left for Hogwarts. Lucie practically skipped down the stairs, her mood still apprehensive but lightening up with every step.
"Morning mum," Lucie smiled at her mother, taking a seat at the mahogany table in the centre of the kitchen.
"Morning, sweetheart," River replied, jolted by her eldest daughter's good mood as she had been used to Lucie's normal mood swings at this time on a morning.
Lucie had to fight the urge to wolf down the large plate of syrup smothered pancakes that sat on the table before her as she watched her mother scrape her long, black hair into a tight ponytail and flick her wand to wash spilled syrup off the counter.
"Morning loser!" Alice, Lucie's younger sister, greeted Lucie, nearly smacking her on the back of her head as she grabs a piece of toast from her mother's plate and takes a seat beside Lucie. Alice smiles widely as her mother begins to protest.
"Alice!" River scolded her youngest daughter, shaking her head as she pops yet another slice of toast into the muggle toaster that used to scare her husband when he first used it.
Within minutes Lucie stands to her feet, telling her mother and sister that she is done, placing her plate into the sink and frog marching back into her bedroom to gather her things. She hauls her trunk up onto it's wheels, placing her owl, Trevor's cage on top of it and sighing as she looked around her bedroom. It would be months before she would see the familiar sight of this room again, even that thought was making Lucie feel nostalgic.
"Hurry up, loser," Alice suddenly screeched from the foot of the stairs, pulling Lucie from her nostalgic mood almost instantly, "we're going to miss the train!"
"Alice, we're not going to miss the train," River stated, Lucie knew that if she could see her mother that she would be rolling her eyes at her youngest daughter, "there is no need to exaggerate."
Here we go again, remind you of something?
This is my rewrite of my story 'Names Mean Nothing', hopefully this version will be better than the old version. I have decided on a plot, and how i wish to follow it through and i have finally sorted out my characterization- hopefully making sure that Lucie is a much more likable character.
If you have read my old story- then woo, welcome back- but if not, ignore this drivel and carry on reading!
Thanks again, and review!
-Cait
