Title: Lonely
Lucy sat on the wide castle walls, looking out over the sunlit grounds. She could identify many of her cousins simply by their flaming red hair. They were all popular – even the quiet ones. They all fit in.
Lucy had never felt like she fit in. At home, she faded into the background a little. Occasionally an adult would ask her how she was, usually Aunt Hermione or Uncle Bill.
She had come to Hogwarts expecting to make loads of new friends like the rest of her family had. But she had been thoroughly disappointed. Here, it was like she didn't even exist at all. She was the Gryffindor who shouldn't be one. When Molly asked her roommates where she was, they would invariably respond with 'Who's Lucy?' and then promptly forget her again.
This had led her to become far too attached to characters in books and the muggle movies Aunt Hermione took them all to see. She went for months without real human contact. Lucy had convinced herself that she liked it this way, but the simple truth of it was that she was lonely.
A distant shout drew her attention to the lawn again. Albus was emerging from the lake, dripping wet.
Albus Potter was the precise opposite of her. He was friendly, good looking and favourite of all the teachers. His smile made her stomach do flips and gave her a strange warm quivery feeling. Lucy wasn't at all sure these were thoughts she should be having about her cousin, and if she had someone to tell them to she was certain they would still stay secret.