A/N: OH SHIZ NITS I TOTALLY FORGOT ABOUT THIS STORY! 0.0 I is sorry…
*December flew by, and January was cold and bleary. February fourteenth was
full of hugs, kisses, and weird baby cupids shooting anything that
moved...that meant each other too. Lucy's friendships (and crush) grew
stronger, her magic as well. Her wand- 12 1/2 inches, springy, phoenix
feather, beech- was beautiful, and she polished it every night, taking
great care of it, unlike someone she knows. Or someones...*
"I don't see the point of polishing it every night," an annoyed Juanita
said. "If you do that, I'm pretty sure it would fly out of your hand and
into someone's eye!"
"No, it wouldn't!" Lucy argued. "It would stay because it is your loyal
companion! And it would only fly out of your hand if you did what you do-
act like a buffoon with a broad sword!"
"Oh no you didn't!" roared the African American. "You take that back,
before I send your ass all the way back to the 1940's!"
"Oh yeah?" Lucy challenged. "I'd like to see you try!"
"Luna," Ginny asked the other witness, "When do you think they'll stop?"
Luna looked up to her friend. "I don't know, Ginny. Probably when someone
takes off a live dragon's wings-never."
The four girls walked into the Room of Requim, While entering. they over
heard Cho and Co. giggle about her date later at Madam Paddifoot's.
"Paddifoot? What kind of name is Paddifoot?" Juanita asked Ginny.
"It's her name, shrimp," one of Cho's friends said.
"Was, I asking you, Pig Snout? No, I wasn't." Retaliated Juanita. "Any
way, where were we, before we were so rudely interrupted?"
"Juanita, I was just telling you how it's rude to call people names," Lucy
said calmly.
"Right. Anyway- hey! No you didn't! And some people need to be called
names, so they know their place."
"And what place is that?"
"Below, ! Ginny, what the heck was that for!"
"Becuase no one is lower than anyone. Got it? And you two were DISCUSSING,"
Ginny stressed the word. "Like civil people, wand care."
"Please Ginny, what would YOU know about civil? You live in a house full
of men. In fact, Ron hardly ever practices wand care! At least I polish my
wand every month!"
"I think living in a house full of men would be wonderful." Three
heads simultaneously turn towards Luna who is in a daydream like state.
Luna then looks at them with a small whimsical smile on her face. "I'm just
saying."
The three girls watched as Luna skipped away.
"... I told you she was a closet pervert Ginny! You owe me fifteen
galleons!" Juanita exclaimed.
"What! I don't have fifteen galleons! No way am I paying you that much!"
Ginny yelled at Juanita.
Lucy slowly inched away from her friends, hoping they wouldn't notice.
~During DA Practice~
Ginny and Lucy were fiercely battling it out, Ginny having the upper hand.
"Come on Lucy," Luna said dreamily. "I know you can find it in you to beat Ginny. Use your mind, not just magic."
Lucy nodded quickly, thinking of how to protect herself and still fight Ginny. Briefly, for the shortest of times, her mind wandered to the youngest member of her friends. How could she just read while the others were preparing for a battle against... What was she fighting for again? No one had told her. What if she was fighting for the wrong side? What if Aslan didn't approve? Her resolve faltered and she suddenly felt herself fly through the air and land sharply on her back. Her breath harshly exited her body. She laid there, dazed, until she heard a voice calling her name.
"Lucy? Lucy, are you alright?"
The soft feminine voice and soft green eyes of her sister vanished and were replaced with a more masculine voice and piercing jewel orbs.
"I'm fine, Harry. I apologize if I worried you."
Harry smiled down at her.
"It's, alright, no harm done. You were just a little distracted is all."
A scoff was heard behind her and Lucy turned towards Juanita.
"Yeah, no harm done here. If this was a REAL battle, you'd be dead. Actually, more than half of the people here would be dead." Juanita turned her cold eyes toward the crowd. "None of you are taking this seriously. This isn't a pillow fight between friends, but we are training for a battle that determines between life and death. Act like it." She looked at Lucy. "Especially you, Queenie."
Lucy's blood ran cold, and she felt sweat roll down her neck. She hated that Juanita knew her secret, but moreover- she hated the fact she had a secret to hide.
