Chapter Fourteen – What To Do When Your Cousin Hurts Herself

Firstly, I want to apologise for the extremely late update. I have no excuse, except exams. :/ But the plot bunnies have returned, so hopefully I'll be updating more regularly now. Also, thank you to everyone who's reviewed or added this to their story alerts or whatever – it all means a lot. As usual, I own zilch. On with the show!

What to do when your cousin hurts herself...

Well – a good start would be to do the complete opposite of what we did.

Let me set the scene. I was calmly sitting in my chair, being calm, when a small, redhead whirlwind whirled through the portrait hole, shouting;
"VICTOIRE! DOM! LOUIS! FRED! ROXI! ROSE! HUGO! JAMES! AL! LILY! TEDDY!"

Those of us who were actually in the common room stood up.
"What's up Molly?" Jay-Jay asked. Jay-Jay is my new names for James. When did I decide to call him that, I hear you ask. Just now, you hear me reply.
"LUCY'S HURT!" Molly screeched.

Dun dun dun!

Yes, that was slightly inappropriate. I'm sorry.

"How badly hurt?" Victoire said, shrewdly – because our family is known for overreacting. Once, Fred got a teensy weensy little paper-cut and screeched so loudly everyone thought he was dying.
"She fell down the stairs and bumped her head!" Molly told us.
"OK." Victoire was already marching down, out of the common room. We all ran to catch up, and Molly led the way to where Lucy was – sitting on the bottom step with a nasty bruise on her forehead.

Victoire knelt down beside her.
"Are you feeling alright?" she asked, gently.
"Well –" Lucy began, but Rose interrupted her by screaming.
"OH LUCY! DO YOU HAVE CONCUSSION? ARE YOU IN A COMA? ARE YOU DEAD?"

We all stared at her.

"Yes Rose," Fred said, his voice killingly sarcastic. "Lucy's dead, which is how she's able to sit up and talk."
"Oh my!" Rose said, before fainting dead away into James' arms. He looked disgusted, and passed her to Hugo, who buckled under her weight – so there were two Granger-Weasley's lying in the middle of the corridor.

Again.

Yes – this has happened before.

Don't ask when.

It's a very long and complex (and slightly disturbing) story.

Anyway.

"Anyway!" Victoire said, loudly. "How are you feeling Lucy? Can you stand up?"
"Well –" Lucy began, before there was the sound of running footsteps and Roxi and Lily ran up.
"?" Lily panicked.

It took me a moment to untangle the words.

"Seriously, Lily – what is it with people thinking Luce is dead? Would she be able to sit up and talk if she was?" I asked. "Calm down. Lucy – what were you going to say?"
"I was going to –" Lucy started to say, and (yes, there was another interruption).

"What's going on here?" Teddy asked, striding towards us. Victoire went red faster than James eats a carrot – which is pretty fast.
"Many things Teddy Loops. Many things," I said, mystically. He gave me an Odd Look, and I shrugged.
"Lucy's hurt herself. She fell down the stairs." Molly explained.
"How are you feeling, Lucy?" Teddy asked, kneeling down beside her.

Lucy glared at us all – warning us not to interrupt her this time.
"I'm –"
"What's going on here?" Lawrence Zabini sneered, sauntering towards us with Markus Flint and Primrose Parkinson leering behind him.
"None of your business, Zabini," James spat.

Zabini turned an ugly shade of ugly. Yes – that is possible.
"Watch your mouth, Potter, or you'll find yourself without one."
"Oooh, look at the big boys being threatening. I'm so scared!" Fred said, coming over to stand by James and glower at the Slytherins.
"Fred, James," Teddy said, warningly from behind us.

Fred and James gave one last, dark look at the Slytherins, and turned their backs. I grinned at them. Cos I'm a good cousin. And I have the award to prove it.
"Go on Lucy," Victoire coaxed. Poor Lucy didn't even get a chance to start this time, because Markus rammed into James as he passed him, and James whipped around, hand curled into a fist, but they were leaving.
"COWARDS!" he yelled after the retreating backs. They stiffened, and turned in slow motion.

I rolled my eyes.

Slytherins can be so clichéd.

"Say that again, Potter, and I'll break your face," Lawrence snarled.
"I don't think that's possible, Larry," I said, cheerily.
"Shut it, Blondie," Primrose piped up.
"YAAAARGH!" Fred yelled, charging at them.

What does he think he is? A pirate? I mean, it's nice that he's defending my honour and all, but... YAAAARGH! Seriously?

Anyway, as soon as Fred had thrown himself into the battle, James did as well. So then I was battling Primrose, and Hugo was helping me, and Lily was trying to help James, but kinda failing, and Roxi was on Lawrence's back, pulling his hair, and Rose chose this time to regain consciousness (yes, she had been lying on the floor during this) and fainted dead away again.

And Lucy quietly got up, and with Victoire and Teddy, went off to the Hospital Wing.

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