A/N: In times of lack of inspiration, I found out these 100 prompts, from the many that are through the net, and I've decided to go through it and make it talk about only one person, meaning it would be like distant chapters of a story.
I'd love to place it on Rose and Scorp, but I'd cover great moments a bit lightly, without over thinking it as I usually do, and I like to experiment a bit. So, I picked up a character I never thought anything about, and started working on its character and life. However, it will be placed within the "His Little Angel" Universe…
So, in this hundredth of prompts, the protagonist will be …. Lucy Weasley!
Lucy is the second daughter of Percy and Audrey, next to Molly. She was born on fall of 2006, according to my own calendar. Great friends with Stephan Weasley, firstborn of Charlie and Eryn, one of my OCs. The rest of freaky details will show themselves among the lines…
So, enjoy…
Disclaimer:J.K.R. rocks, so I'm definitely not her.
Prompt #14 – Green
My old green pyjamas lay on my bed.
These legendary bright green pyjamas with the tiny teddy-bears on them. I don't even remember how old they are. But I can tell you they were my very favorite piece of clothing. It was more than once that I got at the Burrow on them. All my cousins had a favorite toy, story or adult to bother. I had my pyjamas. I cried all day when I ripped it by muddling on my own feet, which remains a habit of mine. I made Mum oversize them every now and then to fit me. Not that I gained so much height, but anyway. I punched seven-years-older-than-me James when he called them ridiculous. I mean, me, the quiet and shy Lucy hit someone, let alone the pranker.
Me and my green were inseparable. Till the letter came. I just had to go at Hogwarts. Oh, don't get it wrong I was excited to go in this big great castle, everyone was talking about. Aunt Hermione always spoke the best of its Library. But with the letter, a new phase started. A new opening. "Hogwarts is for the old ones." Stephan had said and I took the step. The once loved greens were closed up with the left-outs of my brand new trunk, at the back of my house's wardrobe for a year.
And now that I'm back for the summer, it feels strange. I don't know if I'm suppose to clang onto them, like old friends do. I think about how much I changed this year.
I met people like me. I'm not that popular, even in my family, but I've found fellow Ravenclaws. There are simple kids, easy to hang out with, kind and rational. They are people I have a lot in common with. I've never had such good friends.
I've come closer to Stephan too. Uncle Charlie and Unte Elaine had moved to England just a couple of years ago. Before that, I only knew Stephan from Christmases or Summers, despite our equal years. But out at Hogwarts, as scared first years we needed each other. So, we got closer, although he's a Gryffindor. To say the truth, I'd never expected him to be in any other House. But, hanging with a boy? Any boy. I used to thought the world was separated, but now, boy, I changed my mind.
Then, I had the opportunity to learn new things. I love reading, and I was all-crazied to even go at the Muggle School I attended before Hogwarts. We did subjects that most people find boring, like Maths and Language. But at Hogwarts we learned how to make magic. Seriously, I had been sleeping with my wand all nights till September 1st. That exited I was.
I'm torn. To not wear them I think of as a betrayal. I don't change things. I search a lot to find the good stuff, and then I stay with them. I just love being familiar with everything around me. All these years I adored these pyjamas, and now I want to push them away. As if I'm not the same person.
But really, who says I am? I have changed. I'm not a child anymore. I have survived a whole school year without my greens, why should I start over?
I always had issues with new stuff. Begginings and changes scared me. I've wondered why should I be like that. I don't wonder anymore. I'll take it on my hands. It won't be the absolute solution to the problem, but it will be a start.
I pick up my light yellow nightgown and I put it on. As I lay with my back on my bed, I feel rebellious. And then I glance at the old green teddy-beared pyjamas at the back of my chair, and I smile. I am indeed rebellious. And that's a start.
A/N: Ok, that may seemed alike with the Chap at Snitches, where Scorp talks about his previous school year, but I intended to make it different. I'll update whenever I feel to. It may be tomorrow, or the next month…
Till then, Snitches
El Amor Comienza…
