Title: Apple
Character/s: Lucy Weasley
Warnings: None
Lucy sat by the window, absentmindedly polishing an apple in her hand. Glancing down at the bright red of its skin, she was vividly reminded of her own Weasley red hair.
The apple was just like her, she thought, coming to a sudden realization.
The red, of course, indicated her family's signature hair color. The apple was firm and tough, but that was just to hide the sweetness inside of it. It was the same way that most people assumed her silence during a conversation was arrogance, when it was really only shyness. She and the fruit were one and the same.
Perhaps that was the reason she loved apples so much, yet never understood why.
"I am an apple," she said aloud, with a soft smile on her face.
Molly, who had been passing by at that exact moment, gave her an odd look and shook her head.