"So you're telling me," Professor Flitwick said, stopping to sip his tea. Someone had seen Lucy coming back into the castle and alerted him. "That you chose to miss all of those classes. You were under no influence, and knew fine well that someone would notice your absence."
'Dunno about that last part.'
"Miss Weasley, this really is your very last warning." Professor Flitwick said sternly as Lucy sat uncomfortably on a comfy chair in front of the headmaster's desk. "I'm being kind by not expelling you right here and now. I hope you appreciate that." He made direct eye contact with her, although she was trying desperately not to give in.
"Do you know how worried your sister was?"
Lucy gulped. She had forgotten about Molly. Anything worried Molly. Molly panicked when Roxanne was two minutes later than usual to getting to the common room, just because she was talking to the fat lady.
'Does that mean I can't go to the forest anymore?' Lucy thought. 'I could just tell her where I am and make her promise not to tell anyone...'
No.
Molly was the biggest goody-two shoes in the world. It was probably her who reported Lucy missing in the first place.
But she had to go again.
"Miss Weasley! Are you even listening?" Flitwick yelled as he tapped his wand in front of her eyes.
Lucy nodded and gave a quick "Yes, sir."
"Good. Lucy, I was hoping you could tell me exactly what you did outside of the castle, and why it was so entertaining."
Lucy shrugged. "Sat." She mumbled.
"Sat where?"
"Tree."
Professor Flitwick gave the girl a disapproving look. "Well I hope you don't intend to do this again, because starting next Monday, I will be keeping a very close eye on you."
Lucy looked up quickly. It was Saturday; Monday was too close to plan anything properly.
She could just wing it.
She nodded sorrowfully. "Yes, sir."
Flitwick looked at her for a few moments of deafening silence, before quietly saying "You may leave. I'm sure some people will want to see you're okay."
Lucy heaved a sigh of relief then scurried out into the corridor. She bumped straight into someone, who squealed and embraced her.
It wasn't Molly.
"Loo-Loo! Oh, are you okay!" Heidi screeched. She heard Patrice stifling laughter behind her back.
"Uhm..." Lucy attempted to struggle free.
"We heard you were missing, and I was so worried for you! Oh, god, your hair looks even worse with the humidity."
Lucy sighed, and tried to struggle even more."OW!"
"Sorry, did I catch your rats' tails with my French Manicure?" Heidi grabbed the back of Lucy's hair as she pushed her away down the corridor. "Later, Loo-Loo!"