Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.

A/N: Ok, so I have 100 prompts, and I thought I'd base them around Lucy Weasley, as she's probably one of the most unappreciated Weasley grandchildren. This will perhaps give you an insight to how I feel Lucy would be - hope you enjoy!:)


#Acceptance

"Merlin, they're such fruitcakes," Hugo rolled his eyes.

I shot him a disapproving look before turning back to watch the show. Hugo and I were cooped up in the school library catching up on late homework, when two very interesting characters had wandered in. Good friends of the family, but it still fascinated us as to the way they acted.

"Don't be rude, Hugo," I scolded.

"So you're my mother now?" Hugo rolled his eyes again.

He grinned as I shoved him slightly. Then I went back to my work. What on earth was this rubbish? How was I supposed to know the answers to these questions? A shadow lurked over my book. I looked up to see one half of the fruitcake standing there.

"Oh, Lorcan," I gave him a small smile, seeing Hugo stifle a giggle out of the corner of my eye.

"Hello Lucy. How are you? Catching up on homework?" Lorcan Scamander, son to the one and only Luna Lovegood, picked up my homework and examined it. "They're all wrong," He announced.

I pursed my lips and snatched the work back. Hugo was now on full chuckle mode, until Lorcan moved onto him and started corrected his messily scrawled answers. Who did they think they were? Then the second one had popped up. Lorcan's twin, Lysander. I raised my eyebrows at Hugo and he looked just as worried.

"Are we joining Hugo and Lucy, Lorcan?" Lysander asked, but he already sat down without an answer.

Lysander started to splay out all of his work over the top of mine, already indulged and not bothering to acknowledge I had been working there first. Hugo was now being confronted by Lorcan about Wrackspurts and being forced to estimate how many Wrackspurts were in the library at that current moment.

"Uh, I dunno... ten?" Hugo guessed, just to get Lorcan off his back.

"Nope, three thousand and twenty. You're very far off! The most Wrackspurts are in your brain, actually," Lorcan shook his head defiantly.

Three dragging hours later, Hugo and I escaped from the library. He gave me a very unhappy look.

"We just have to accept them for who they are," I shrugged.