prompt: Dancing in the rain
writer: motherpucker


"Oh, Mer-er-lin!" Lucy squeals, collapsing into the bathroom, her hair sticky with hairspray and her lips glossy and shiny with too much lippy. Hazel Zabini watches her amusedly, all dark artfully scruffy hair and skinny legs and plastered make-up, one plucked eyebrow raised as she surveys her best friend. They try not to totter into one of the other girls in the packed bathroom or touch the walls slicked with sweat as they check their make-up in the steamed-up mirrors. One girl topples onto Lucy.

"Sorry, sorry!" she blusters, and before long she and Lucy have begun a completely ridiculous, completely cheerful conversation over the thumping beat. The other girl waggles her finger reprovingly when Lucy reveals her age, "Aren't you a bit young to be going out clubbing, then?"

Lucy just smiles mysteriously. The girl takes her leave, and Hazel and Lucy follow suit moments later, feet burning with pain as they fall onto the dance floor. Lucy hasn't danced this much since she and Lorcan mock-waltzed together in the rain. When she thinks of him, her stomach receives a stab of pain, because she chose Hazel over him, and sometimes she wonders if she made the right choice.

But Hazel doesn't allow her to mourn her lost friendship; Hazel snatches Lucy's hand and pumps it into the air, and they dance until they've forgotten everything, even their first loves.


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