After Lucy and Roxanne had been welcomed into Gryffindor by their cousins and siblings, Roxanne attempted to start a conversation with her.
"This chicken is so good." She said, her mouth full of it. Lucy just glanced at her for a few seconds then ate solemnly. "What's wrong with her?" She whispered to Molly, who just shrugged.
After a couple minutes of Roxy and Molly talking about Quidditch, Lucy's silence was interrupted by something bouncing off her head then falling onto her plate. She picked the pieces of salad off it then looked closer. It was a piece of parchment. She unfolded it, wondering why she couldn't just be sent an owl.
'Still haven't got that hairbrush?'
Below that was a little drawing of a plump girl with extremely messy hair. Lucy looked around for the girl she had met on the train, and saw her smirking across the hall on the Slytherin table, her little friend sat next to her snorting with laughter. Ew.
Lucy ripped up the parchment and shuffled on her seat awkwardly, not wanting to hold Heidi's steel gaze. She picked at her food with her fork and shoved only a couple of pieces of lettuce into her mouth.
"What's up, Lucy?" Molly asked.
Lucy glared at her. "I'm not hungry." She snapped.
"You know, Lucy, you don't have to push everyone away. We'd be more bothered about you if you talked to us." Roxanne added, getting a small dig in the ribs from Molly. Lucy inspected Roxanne closer. Unlike most Weasleys, Roxanne had jet black hair, inherited from her mother's side. She was also very tall and slim, and most people thought she was about 13. She had beautiful bluey-green eyes, and was irresistible to nearly every boy. Most of the boys, Lucy noticed, had been staring at her since she sat down. But Roxy didn't care. She was strong and independent, but would rather have one best friend than all the followers that would gladly carry her to her lessons if she asked, which she seemed to already have.
Lucy sighed and stumbled from the table, watching as Heidi and Patrice squealed in laughter across the room. She pulled her robes closer together over her shoulders and mumbled a "See you" to her sister, who didn't even notice because she was nattering on with Roxanne. Lucy looked away as if nothing had happened and walked off.
She remembered what Roxanne had said. 'We'd be more bothered about you'...