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Quidditch League: Chaser 1, Lorcan/Lucy

"I like nonsense, it wakes up the brain cells. Fantasy is a necessary ingredient in living." ― Dr. Seuss

No letter 'w'

The picture of the cavemen on a rock.

The Battleship Competition: C6 "There is only one kind of person a wizard can marry, and that is a witch." - Eva Ibbotson, Which Witch?

Sleeping Beauty: write about falling in love with a stranger

Collect a Collection: Lucy Weasley (Next-Gen)

"Daddy! Daddy, tell me a story!" Lyssa cries as her parents take her to bed. She has the blonde color of her father and her mother's curly hair, and freckles from them both. Her tiny arms cling to her mother's neck as the dear lady tries to put her daughter to sleep, but the little girl can't let go. Not until she has her story.

"Daddy, pleeeease. Tell me a story!"

"Lyssa, darling, go to sleep. It's late. You got to play an extra ten minutes today, and the time for bed is near," her mummy says, sighing as she sits on the bed, the little girl in her lap.

"Oh, Luce, let's tell her a story. She loves them so much. Do you feel like tag-teaming it tonight?" Her husband asks. Lucy sighs, finally giving in to the nonsense.

"Oh, alright. Lucy can have a story tonight."

"Yay! Mummy, tell me one about you and Daddy. But in a...caveman universe!"

This is typical of Lyssa. She likes to make-believe that her parents are everything, be it king and queen or merman and mermaid. Tonight, apparently, it's cavemen. Only Merlin can tell if she picked up cavemen from preschool or her unique imagination.

"Alright, Mummy and Daddy can tell you a story. Lorcan, can you start it? You're the best at making these," Lucy asks her husband.

He grins. "Right-o, mademoiselle. Alright, little Lyssa, let's start at the very beginning..."

Lorcan is a very strong caveman. He is part of the Scamander clan, a very strong and big set of cavemen. He has everything going for him: a good cave to live in, handsome features, and strong tools to help him hunt. He is quick to learn, except for one thing: language.

For, as try as he might, Lorcan cannot speak. At least, not in any language the rest of the cavemen can understand. They make grunts and gestures, and he has something different. He can make rounded sounds, sounds that make a 'sh' and 'th' noise, sounds that mean something. He just can't figure out their exact meaning. He needs someone to help him for that. Someone to search for the meanings of these sounds. Someone like him.

Lorcan paces his cave, shuffling from side to side and staring at the crude art on the rock before him. He has depicted a single picture there - one strong caveman, alone, holding a spear and a knife.

Lorcan decides his depiction looks lonely. He decides to go out searching for his desires. He thinks of his needs.

He needs -

"He needs a lady!" Lyssa cries, and Lorcan grins. His girl can figure out their stories. Mama hasn't come into play yet, so Lorcan must be in need of a female caveman.

"Mrs. Scamander, care to take it from here?" he asks Lucy, and she smiles, picking up from his last sentence.

"At the same time as Lorcan leaves to search for a lady, Lucy leaves home to search for a husband..."

Lucy is the same as Lorcan. Her family cannot understand her sounds, the sharp 'ss' and the hard 'd's. So she leaves home, searching for someone like her.

She finds him in a bush, holding a spear and stalking a buffalo. And as she makes a sound, his head snaps up and hears her noise.

"You understand me?" Lorcan asks, his voice full of incredulous delight.

"I do understand you. You understand me?" Lucy questions him back, sitting herself beside the strong man.

"I do. No one else understands, but you do. And I do. You and I are alike." Lucy realizes she has found her heart's desire.

And Lorcan realizes the thing his depiction is missing.

"And they go back to Lorcan's cave and are married, right?" Lyssa asks, bouncing in her bed. Lorcan laughs, nodding his head.

"Can I finish the story and let you find out?" He asks his daughter, and she nods, lying back on the mattress.

He picks up from Lucy's endpoint.

Lorcan and Lucy have lived in their cave for quite some time. The old picture on the rock has another person, a female, standing beside Lorcan, understanding. The couple hunt together, and eat together, and live together, and, most especially, they talk together.

They finally find a name for their feeling.

"Love." Lorcan says one day, out of the blue. "That's this feeling. It's Love."

Lucy leans to him and kisses his lips. "Love. I like it. You and I are in Love."

She rubs her stomach. "Can you tell me this? This thing inside my belly?"

Lorcan grins. Lucy has been getting bigger in the middle for a good amount of time, and he understands the meaning of this. He has seen his mother give birth enough times.

"I believe the name changes, depending on if it's a boy or girl. If it's a boy, it should be..."

"Lysander! For Uncle Lysander!" Lyssa cries, and her father smiles.

"Yes, Uncle Lysander. And if it is a girl, she shall be Lyssa."

"And they live-"

"Hold on just a moment, Lyssa, dear. The story isn't finished."

"Really?" Lyssa is surprised. Normally Daddy is the one prolonging the ending, making up nonsensical endings to make her laugh. Not Mummy. She hopes the story isn't going to end sadly.

"Lorcan and Lucy live in the cave, taking care of baby Lyssa. But one day, Lucy goes to Lorcan, and asks him if he still likes the name 'Lysander' for a boy."

"I believe he does, Lorcan replies," her husband cuts in, looking at her closely. "And then he asks Lucy if something has changed."

"Lucy replies, 'Yes! I have a task for you. You must edit the rock. The one of us. There is a face being sent to us by the gods,' she says."

"Lorcan smiles at that. 'I shall add on the addition to our family as soon as enlightened on if is a boy or a girl. Do you have an idea, my love?"

Lucy smiles at her husband, sitting across their darling daughter's bed, the girl falling asleep from exhaustion in her arms.

"Lucy doesn't have any idea, but she doesn't mind. She just decides to have a name for each, in case a boy is born, or in case a girl is born. And she makes sure Lyssa understands that even though a little baby has been ordered, she still has a special place in her parents hearts. The End."

They look at their sleeping girl, and tiptoe out of the room. As soon as the door is shut silently, Lorcan has Lucy in his arms, kissing her excitedly.

"Is it true? Are you pregnant again?" he asks, and she smiles and laughs and nods her head.

He bends his head, kissing her lightly on the stomach, before greeting the baby softly. "Hullo, Lysander. Or, hullo Luna."

"Luna? For your mum?" Lucy asks, looking at him.

"Yes, if you don't mind. She loved Lyssa so much, and she should've met our children. It's a shame."

"Of course, Lorcan. I love the name 'Luna'. If this baby is another daughter, she'll be named 'Luna', in honor of your mother."

And, 6 months later, little Luna Audrey Scamander is born into the universe.