Chapter 14: Possessive

Lucy's POV

I bit my lip and knocked. No more holding back. It was time to change things around.

"The Boy is Mine"

I have a secret. One that kills me to this very day.

Once upon a time, there was this lonely girl who fell for this handsome man and they should live happily ever after, right? Apparently not if your twin sister jumps in the picture then things get really screwed up.

Confused? Yeah, so am I.

So I had this crush on Lysander Scamander. I've known him and his twin brother, Lorcan, for ages. Funny how one twin likes another twin.

My mother, Audrey, and Rolf Scamander's sister, Rochelle, are pretty good friends so we often see the Scamaders from time to time. And well, we haven't seen the Scamanders in years, other than seeing them walking the halls at Hogwarts. And every time I see Lysander, I stare. He's so handsome.

Over the summer, I worked as a maid at the Leaky Cauldron. It was a crummy job, but I needed the money. I was saving it up for when I really needed it, which will probably be in the next week or so when I go to Hogsmeade to shop. I love clothes. I blame Dominique for my obsession. Anyway, I'm getting off topic.

So I worked as a maid and always during my breaks I go and look around Diagon Alley. If you needed to find something, I would surely know where it is. I memorized everything from perfumes to shoes. The only thing I probably wouldn't know a thing about was all that Quidditch stuff.

Ugh, I hate Quidditch. People get so smelly and gross. And to think what it does to your hair! Not for me.

I give props to Louis, Hugo, James, Al, Lily, Fred, Roxanne, and Teddy for playing it. My other family members? Not so much. We rather watch.

Well, I was walking around Diagon Alley and thought I'd hit my Uncle George's shop. I looked around trying to find something I can get Victoire for her birthday when I spotted Lysander Scamander just outside the store sitting on a bench. Alone.

I admired the way the light shown off Lysander's face that day. His mixed skin almost the same light brown color as one of my favorite dresses back at home, shown gallantly in the sun. His twin brother, Lorcan, was dark as midnight. So it was so easy to tell them apart, unlike Molly and me.

My favorite part about Lysander was his eyes. They were blue. He's the only dark-colored man I know who has pretty blue eyes like he does.

I walked up to him as he was looking in a magazine. No, it wasn't the Quibbler, thank Merlin, but it was a celebrity kind of magazine. My cup of tea.

"Ooh, I love that magazine," I said. He looked up. Sigh, I wish he was mine.

He looked at the magazine and then back to me, "Oh, I found this lying here on the bench," he explained. Like I care, whether he found it in the garbage (actually I might), I'm just glad I have someone to talk to; someone incredibly handsome to talk to.

"So what brings you here?" he asked.

"I work at the Leaky Caludron as a maid," I said. You should come visit, I wanted to add.

"Oh, that's cool," he said.

"Totally not. People are absolutely disgusting. They leave without flushing toilets," I complained. He laughed.

"Yeah, I can see how you can hate that job."

"I found several pieces of candy stuck in the cracks in walls," I said.

"Gross," he said.

"Yeah, I know right?"

"Well, hey, I've got to go. Good seeing you again," He looked at me closely.

"Oh, and you too!" I said.

"Take care," and he walked away. The way he looked at me, I swear I think he was checking me out. I was excited.

But one dark and stormy morning. Ok, I was only using dramatic effect, but it was a bit dreary and it was a dark morning for I was still sleeping and dreaming of lovely fantasies when I was so rudely awoken by Molly.

She jumped on my bed, almost talking me in a sort of way.

"Get off!" I groaned.

"Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god! Guess who asked me out!" She squealed with delight.

"Mol-ly, I'm trying to sleep here," I groaned stuffing a pillow over my head.

"Lysander Scamader!" She blurted happily. I shot out of bed. What?

"Excuse me?" I asked.

"LY-SAND-ER SCA-MAND-ER!" She squealed.

"…"

"Lucy?" She asked concerned.

"He's asked you out? When?" I asked.

"Just now, when he dropped by with these beautiful flowers. I opened the door and he said he's been meaning to ask me for awhile, isn't that so sweet? I mean I haven't seen him in years besides school and all." She cooed. I stared at her as the jealous demon within me was about to break loose and wring her neck. He was supposed to like me!

I wonder if he thought he was asking me out and thought Molly was me. I almost confessed this to my twin sister that it could have been a mistake and that Lysander might have been referring to me, but I held it back.

Molly is finally happy for once. The people who can tell us apart know perfectly well that Molly is totally geek like our father. So I suppose Lysander can have his fun with Molly, but he'll see eventually that he likes me better; that we are perfect for each other.

However, my spirits faded as she shoved the flowers she gave me in my face. The card said to: Molly. Maybe he meant LUCy. Maybe he thought I was Molly and she Lucy. This is what sucks about being a practical twin sister. Some people can't tell us apart.

I didn't blame Lysander if he got us confused. It happens all the time. We both have the same dark maroon hair, crystal blue eyes, high cheek bones, and skinny boney structure.

It just sucks that he may have the wrong twin.

Molly can have my future boyfriend for now, but she can't have him for long.