The rest of the school break was hell for Lucy. She knew she shouldn't be letting Heidi get to her but she just couldn't help it. She felt like Heidi had gotten everyone onto her side, as she felt shoves and pinches from people around her when she was in crowds. She couldn't stand it. 'What have I done wrong?' She thought, as she was pushed into a wall by the swarm of people leaving the Great Hall. She managed to get back into the crowd as though nothing had happened when she saw Heidi and Patrice from the corner of her eye. Suddenly, she was crashing to the floor after feeling something hit her ankle, paired with squealing.
"Oh Loo-Loo, what've you done now?" Heidi sneered as Patrice attempted to contain her giggles.
Lucy stood up and brushed herself off, blushing bright red as everyone left in the hall stared at the stupid, scruffy first year who had out of the blue decided to attack the ground.
Lucy's eyes jerked around furiously trying to avoid any eye contact. "Uhm... Dunno." She mumbled, knowing all too well that Heidi had obviously tripped her.
"Speak up!" Patrice demanded. She was obviously becoming more confident. "Cat got your tongue, you messy lump!"
"Did it get your hairbrush too, Loo-Loo?" Heidi added.
'Well it obviously doesn't help that you just tripped me over,' Lucy thought as she pushed her rats' tails out of her face.
"Eugh! Did your parents get littering fines when they dropped you off at the Platform?" She screeched, creating an uproar of laughter from those who were having much more fun watching arguing Year Sevens than they would wherever they should be.
Lucy dropped her head and pushed her sleeve over her face as she dashed off to the Gryffindor common room, where Heidi and Patrice couldn't get her. She mumbled the password without looking at the Fat Lady in the eye, as though she were jeering at her too. Lucy flopped onto the sofa and buried her head into a cushion, looking up only when she heard a noise outside. She quickly ran to her dorm, accidentally taking the cushion with her. It was then when she realised it was wet. She touched her face and put two and two together.
She had cried.
'But I don't cry.' She thought, debating whether she could be incorrectly collecting her evidence. She had never cared enough to show any sort of physical emotion – Never really blushed, never genuinely laughed, and definitely never cried. She realised exactly how worthless her life seemed, and how much of a drag she must be. How her sister constantly attempted to cheer her up but to no avail. And Molly hadn't given up on her yet.
'Yet.'
She let her thoughts spiral out of control as she lay on her bed, eyes wide open, flickering through memories of her lifeless soul, and just how disgustingly she had reacted to everything. It slowly became darker, but Lucy lay still and silent on her bed, wishing she had never gotten aboard the Hogwarts Express.