POV: Molly Weasley (II)

"Lucy... Lucy! Wake up," I whispered to my sister whom lay asleep in the bed next to me. She groaned and turned over, her face buried in her pillow. I rolled my eyes and poked her side. She sat up angrily and glared at me.

"What the bloody hell do you want, Molly?" She demanded quietly.

"I'm bored." I smiled at her furious expression.

"It's 2 in the morning and you wake me up because you're bored?" She hissed at me. I nodded.

She scoffed and pulled her blanket over her head. I frowned, walked over to her bed and plopped down next to her.

"Please?" I made my bed puppy dog eyes at her and she gave in.

"Fine, follow me, we'll go find something to cure your boredom."

I happily followed her out the door and into the kitchen. "Are you hungry?" She asked. I shook my head. She went outside and I followed her confusedly. The night air was chilly, but Lucy seemed to have no problem with it. Somehow, she never seemed to
/get cold.

We sat on a large hill behind our house and she laid down to look at the stars. I copied her movements. We laid there and talked.

"Over there is Orion," Lucy said, pointing out different constellations. It was easy to tell that she was a Ravenclaw. I couldn't remember one of the stars she named.

After a few more minutes of Astronomy, she asked, "What's wrong?" Her voice was soft and concerned.

I sighed, knowing she would eventually realize that the reason I couldn't sleep was boredom. "Lorcan hasn't mailed me at all. All summer!" I complained.

Lorcan and I had recently started dating at the end of last school year. Now, we're going into sixth year.

She grabbed my hand sympathetically. "I'd say he's probably just busy, but I don't believe that," she said bluntly. I always appreciated her honesty. She was never afraid to speak her mind and she hated sugar-coating.

She wrapped her arms around me supportively. "Boys are stupid," she reasoned. A lot of times people think we're twins but I'm actually nine months older than Lucy. And yet, it was mostly the younger sibling comforting me.

"Want me to distract you?" She asked. I replied with a nod. "Well, I heard that Dom is pretty shaken up about something. She hasn't told anyone what about, but I heard Mum on the phone with Uncle George. Apparently she had flooed to their house and broke
/down in Roxy's room. Poor thing. I wonder what happened," she informed me with a frown.

"You wonder about everything," I joked. I did feel really bad for Dom. She was so strong, whatever it was that made her cry must have really affected her.

"What can I say? 'Wit beyond measure is man's greatest treasure,'" she retorted. I snorted; her and Lily had so much house pride you'd think they were in love with Rowena Ravenclaw.

"Better now?" She asked. I took a deep breath of the night air and nodded. However, we did not head back inside. We stayed there and talked for a while longer. Before I knew it, we were both asleep.

"Lucy! Molly!" An anxious voice called. "Oh my, where are they? If they ran away, I'm going to have a heart attack. LUCY! MOLLY!" I recognized the voice as my mother's. I woke Lucy and we both stood up. I had a horrible crick in my neck from sleeping
/on the ground. We stretched out our backs and raced down the hill.

"Mum! Mum, we're fine, we fell asleep outside," Lucy soothed. Mum jumped a foot in the air at our sudden appearance. She smiled in relief and then ushered us inside.

"When were you two outside?" She questioned. Lucy looked at me and winked.

"I couldn't sleep so we went to look at the stars and accidentally fell asleep," she fibbed. "I'm sorry for giving you a fright, Mum."

Mum shook her head. "It's okay, as long as you two are both alright."

Lucy and I rolled our eyes in unison. We followed Mum back into the house and took seats at the kitchen table. Mum started to cut up some fruit and put it all in a bowl in front of us. I picked through the strawberries, blueberries, grapes and apples,
/searching for my favorite. Ah, watermelon. Yum!

Suddenly, the fireplace flared up with a harsh green glow and Dad appeared from the flames. His curly red locks were covered in soot, but he flashed us all a bright smile and stepped into the kitchen. He and Mum hugged.

"Hi Dad! Where've you been?" I slid off my stool to give him a hug. Lucy brought him over the bowl of fruit and he picked up a grape, plopped it in his mouth and hugged Lucy as well.

"After the Quidditch game yesterday, I headed to the Ministry," he started.

"And worked all night?" Mum finished with a playful roll of her eyes. Dad nodded sheepishly. Lucy and I shared an unsurprised look. We finished up the fruit and Lucy and I went upstairs and into our room. The funny thing is, we have three spare bedrooms,
/but Lucy and I prefer to share a room. We arrived in our room and I sat on my bed, not sure what to do.

Right away, Lucy popped open a book and whiled away the hours. I just lay there, staring at the cealing and thought of what could have made Lorcan ignore me. I hated that I was this affected by a boy. That I cared so much what he thought about me. But
/there was no denying it. I was extremely smitten with the one and only Lorcan Scamander.

I rolled onto my belly and pressed my face into my pillow, as if that would drown out the thoughts. "Don't suffocate yourself," Lucy said emotionlessly, lazily turning her page. I snorted at her 'comforting' words.

Just then, a loud pecking resounded from the window. I pealed my eyelid open a crack to see that a large owl stood, pecking the glass, an envelope in its beak. I sat up with a grunt and stomped over to the window. Lucy chuckled from the other side of
/the room.

I took the letter from its beak and it immediately took off. As it did, its large wing slapped me in the face and I fell flat on my arse with an "oomph". Lucy, of course, was laughing hysterically and I muttered an eloquent,"shove off."

With a sigh, I trudged over to Lucy's bed and handed her the letter that was addressed to her. She closed her book and raised her eyebrow.

"For me?" She pretended to be honored and I rolled my eyes for the hundredth time today. She opened it and was about to read it aloud when she closed her mouth with a snap. "That miserable toerag!" She exclaimed.

"What?"

"It's from Lorcan!" I stared at her, hurt to my very core.

"Read it," I demanded. She complied.

"Dearest Lucy," Already, it felt like a punch in the gut. "I know we have never been very close, certainly not as close as I am with Molly and you with Lusander. But, I cannot help but think of you all summer. I feel awful that I have not mailed Molly,
/but it is only because I don't know how to face her when I feel such strong emotions for her lovely sister. Obviously, I would never assume that you reciprocate these feelings for me and I would never expect for you to act on them if you did. I, however,
/felt the need to let you know of them, for I am desperately in love with you. On a lighter note, I hope you have had a lovely summer. Love, Lorcan S."