Once again I do not own any thing in the Harry Potter franchise, I only own my OCs. Ps: I am thinking of bumping up the rating to K+ or maybe T because I'm paranoid. BTW this is like the Day before the Quidditch World Cup. Which will explain something in this chapter.
After withdrawing some money from the bank, Lucy browsed around the Market, remembering everything her mother taught her about living on your own. Focusing onsales items, and off brands, instead of pricy name brands.
A sudden crash made her run into the handle of the cart, knocking the wind out of her, "I am so sorry ma'am" a young voice fretted, "No trouble dear." She brushed it off, and nodded politely at the young lady before her, she had curly brown hair, pulled away from her face with two clips, wearing a t-shirt and shorts, "Are you sure you're okay? You ran into your cart pretty hard?"
Lucy smiled at the girl's politeness, "I'm fine, thank you."
"Hermione?" a voice called in the store, "Coming Mum." The girl called back, and smiled at Lucy, "well it was nice to meet you", "you to dear" Lucy nodded and re-started her shopping, glad to see there was more common courtesy in the world then her Father had warned her about.
After retrieving all the needed products, Lucy checked out of the market. After a second she remembered the young lady, named Hermione apparently, now why did that name seem familiar? It wasn't very common, maybe in a book somewhere.
She unlocked the apartment building door with her new key, she wouldn't need to be buzzed in again. With her arms filled with brown paper bags, she stumbled into the lift and hit the fourth floor button. "Oh hello again." A voice greeted, peeking through the wall of brown paper, Lucy spied Izzy from before, now lacking the child called Henry, "where's Henry?" she asked.
"Oh he's not mine, I was baby sitting for my brother." Lucy made a noise of understanding, trying to balance one of the five paper bags on her hip while pushing one back into her arms with her knee. "You need some help?" Izzy asked,
"Oh no, I've got it" Lucy lied while mentally calculating how she would get the flat door open. "Here" Izzy handled two of the five bags with care, just as the door opened to let them out, "thank you." Lucy said gratefully, leading them to her apartment door, she set two of the bags down and repeated the trick that Mel had shown her earlier.
Izzy and Lucy entered the flat and set the bags carefully on the table, "Nice place." Izzy stated, "thanks" Lucy replied, digging through the bags, putting things away, into cabinets and into the large white fridge.
"So" Izzy began, "how old are you anyway?" "Seventeen" Lucy answered, happy for some small talk over awkward silence. "Wow, that's a little young to be living on your own, shouldn't you be finishing school and going to college or something?"
"Actually, I've going to be attending the University of Manchester, when the school year starts of course." Izzy whistled, "Fancy"
"So if you are going to college soon, why move out?" Izzy inquired, "Well, my Parents and I aren't on the best of terms at the moment, and the building is close enough, I can just live here and study, plus I don't even know if I am going yet, without a scholar ship I don't have a chance, they said they would get back to me in a few weeks. So I'll know then." Lucy explained, finishing up in the kitchen, and began to take a rag and dust the shelves, and other flat surfaces that seemed to have collected dust over time.
"Well, the place where I work is Hiring, If you need a job." Izzy offered, reminding Lucy that she would indeed need to get a job, "where do you work?" Lucy asked, handing Izzy a glass of water, and taking a sip of one of her own. "The Venus Club for Gentlemen"
Lucy nearly choked on her water, coughing and sputtering as Izzy pounded on her back, "Before you ask, it's a Burlesque club not a Strip joint, Pole dancing and Burlesque dancing are very different.' Izzy stated defensively, "And I'm not even a dancer, I'm a Waitress, the Pay is decent and the security is great, so no one messes with you."
Lucy finished sputtering, "First of all, I am Seventeen, I don't think me working there would even be LEGAL., secondly even if I was legal, I am one of the most awkward things on two feet," Izzy hummed in thought, "Maybe you could work cleaning up, you know bust boy stuff, it pays less, but it's a start."
It didn't seem too bad, "Well, maybe, I'll look around, and if I can't find anything else then I'll take you up on the offer." Izzy grinned satisfied, "Why do I feel like I just sold my soul to the devil?" Lucy muttered.
"Well I better get going, it's getting late, so my shift starts soon, and you have to finish unpacking." Izzy turned to leave, "tomorrow if you're not busy maybe I can help you find a job." Lucy smiled back at her, "that would be great thanks, Izzy."
Izzy left the flat, leaving Lucy alone, for the first time in her life. Suddenly overcome with paranoia, Lucy double checked that the door and windows were locked, deciding to flip on the telly for some back ground noise while she made a modest dinner of canned noodle soup. Half listening to some crime show playing Lucy checked off two of the things on her list,
Go to the Market X
Get better acquainted with the locals X
Hope you enjoyed this chapter, I had nothing to do today so I decided to write a bit more, I decided to add a few references of some of my favorite movies in to it, for example "The Venus Club: For Gentlemen" is the name of the strip club from Rock of Ages, And of course I couldn't stop myself from introducing a cannon character, Originally I was going to have her meet Mrs. Weasley but then realized that Molly probably wouldn't be at a Muggle Market. How you enjoyed!
