Here's the fourth story in my next gen one-shot series, all about Lucy. It's much shorter than the others. Enjoy!
The Rebel Ravenclaw
" I can't take a whole year of this!" exclaimed Lucy, sitting at a table in the common room one week after the start of term, various textbooks and pieces of parchment scattered around her.
" At least you only have to do homework!" cried her best friend, Sarah Lammings, indignantly. " You don't have prefect duties on top of all this homework."
In spite of herself, Lucy grinned.
" My dad couldn't believe it, he was so disappointed that I wasn't made prefect," said Lucy. " He wanted both his daughters to be prefects, and when I told him that you were the prefect, he was really shocked."
" Oh, that's nice!" laughed Sarah.
" But still," sighed Lucy, returning her attention to her pile of homework. " We've been back for a week, and I've got four pieces due for tomorrow!"
" They did warn us O.W.L year would be tough," said Sarah fairly.
" When did they say that?" Lucy asked her.
" Oh, well, it was when… um…"
" Exactly," said Lucy. " They have not prepared us for this onslaught. It's ridiculous! How are we supposed to write a foot long essay on the use of a bezoar? It is an antidote for most poisons. You can't drag that out!"
" Everyone else managed it," Sarah pointed out.
" You're the only one who's done it Sarah," Lucy assured her. " You know what? I think I'll boycott homework."
" You'd be given detention," said Sarah, looking slightly horrified at the idea of boycotting homework.
" I don't care," said Lucy unconvincingly. " Look -"
After a moment's hesitation, she threw all the pieces of parchment onto the fire.
" Lucy! What would your father say?" gasped Sarah, not taking her eyes off the curling parchment, mortified.
" I'm sure he would say lots of terrible things," Lucy replied.
" You're going to die tomorrow."
" And that's it for today," said Professor Chanston as the bell rang, signalling the end of potions. " Don't forget to do your moonstone essays, and please give me your bezoar essays as you leave the room."
They filed out, each giving him a piece of foot long parchment.
" Miss Weasley?" said Professor Chanston. " Where is your essay?"
Lucy went bright red.
" I – I haven't done it," she replied quietly.
" Would you like a detention?" he asked her.
" Not really," she said, staring at the floor.
" I'll let you off this time," he told her. " It just means you have to do the moonstone and the bezoar essay, so you get extra homework."
Lucy, looking horrified, hurried out the dungeon. As she went, she promised herself to always do her homework the night it was set.
By the way, this is not a pro-homework story. In fact, I have learnt from my English teacher to never do anything until the absolute last minute. Oh, and the next story will be Dominique's.