Sitting in the stuffy, boring atmosphere of Professor Binn's classroom, she decided to let her mind wander rather than listen to him ramble on and on about the goblin revolts of 1672.
She still remembered when she first received her letter from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Her and her parents were very surprised, because there had never before been a witch or wizard in their family. At least, that's what they assumed. They could trace their ancestry back only nine generations; all other records were lots in her families' immigrations and marriages.
The parents she lived with were much older than most. By this, they had a lot more experience in life, which came in handy when she needed to ask for advice from them. She was lucky that they completely accepted her. She got away with almost anything. They loved her and spoiled her to death, not realizing that they couldn't keep this up forever. She would eventually have to learn to live and succeed on her own.
Her father was a skilled mechanic and electrician, with a brilliant mind and a sweet disposition. When Lucretia was 8 years old, he invented a device that revolutionized the computer industry. Her family because quite wealthy and they moved to a large mansion in England to be close to his side of the family.
Her mother had a much smaller family, and was born in America, unlike her father. She had been quite the hippie back in the 1960's and was a very open and liberal person. She always wanted the best for her daughter, as she never got even close to the best in her childhood.
Lucretia had always been very sensual and creative, and he parents nourished that quality by enrolling her in art classes and cello lessons. Her work was hard to look at and understand for most; she seemed to be the only one who "got" it. She felt that way about many other things, too. One of her biggest pet peeves was always stupid, incompetent people. But, much to her dismay, she always seemed to run into folks like that.
She studied the dark arts in her spare time, in case she would ever need it. Or perhaps she was just fascinated by it. She reveled in any knowledge she could get her hands on, but things dark and forbidden most often caught her attention. Could this be a reason why she fancied the potions master so much? And where was he, was he alright? Her mind wandered toward him again; her heart caught in her throat. Maybe being distracted with something else would be a better idea...
Twirling her wand around in her fingers, she looked back on the day she had bought it. It was an odd combination indeed: Ebony and Augurey feather, 13 inches, strong. When she gave it a wave, quite tired of trying many others before, it accepted her quite well. To her surprise, but mostly the shopkeeper's, she had accidentally singed off the wandmaker's eyebrows!
She could faintly hear Binn's monotone voice droning, and classmates snoring softly in the background. Susan Bones was drooling on her desk while Cho Chang scribbled what looked suspiciously like a love note onto a sheet of lavender parchment. Did Snape ever write love notes? She sighed in defeat and tried desperately to listen to the teacher's lecture.
