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Description: Snowing and Fires
A/N: Because it is snowing here, and I wish I had a fireplace in my dorm!
Lucy sat in front of the fireplace in her grandparent's house. She had just turned 18 about a month and a half ago, and now it was New Years Eve.
Her entire family was out at a party, her parents and grandparents, but she didn't want to go. She wasn't sick, wasn't injured or anything like that. She just didn't feel up to going to her dad's work party. She felt like she shouldn't. She just wanted to sit down and read in the peace and quiet.
And she was reading. She had her mug of hot tea, a fire roaring away, soft music playing from her grandpa's record player, her favorite book open to her current reading page, and a blanket that she was curled up in, in front of the fire. She knew that it was snowing out from the shadow that was growing across the floor from behind her.
Lucy jumped when the window behind her was banged from a branch outside.
"Oh, that scared me," she said as she put her book down, stood up and walked over to the window to look out at the snow. She placed her hand up onto the glass as she thought about maybe inviting Rob and his little sister over to play in the backyard. Grandma and grandpa wouldn't mind; they liked Rob.
Lucy turned and went back to the fire, but instead of sitting down and reading more, she bent over and picked up her stuff and went to sit down on the couch. She watched the fire while the music stopped, and she didn't notice the strange music that filled the room. She didn't even register the fact that she noticed the fire was making shapes and figures, even though she saw them and was smiling.
The truth was, this wasn't uncommon for when she was alone and she had a fire going, but it never happened when anyone, even her grandma, was around. She didn't think herself crazy, but she didn't think that she should tell, she didn't know how to tell. So instead she just watched in fascination until she would fall asleep like every time.
And she did fall asleep, feeling a warmth breath falling over her body making her feel safe and secure. And every morning that she woke, she would find a small amount of ash in the fireplace pressed like a hoof print.
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