Victoire/Lucy

Prompt: Diary

Diary

June 16, 2014

Victoire couldn't sleep. She had been too busy crying to allow herself to slip into slumber and, instead, lay wide awake in her bed, staring at the ceiling. She could still picture his handsome face in her mind, his smile and his warm, brown eyes. Tears dripped silently down her cheeks as she envisioned him bent over a piece of parchment with a quill stuck between his teeth. His eyebrows would be furrowed as he thought of the right things to say, the right way to break her heart.

It had been so sudden. There had been no warning signs, nothing at all to suggest that he wanted to break up with her. Perhaps it was another girl, she wondered, and instantly, an image of Jarrod, with his arm around Rachel popped into her mind. She shook her head, feeling ashamed. Rachel wouldn't do that to her, or to Sam. They were as smitten as anything. But, maybe it was another girl, a Ravenclaw? It was possible; Jarrod Davies was a very handsome guy and there were many girls who would die to go out with him.

More tears streamed down her face. Victoire had sworn he would be the one. Jarrod, so charming, so handsome, someone who seemed to like her just for being her. She was positive she would never find love again.

She sniffed and rolled over. Her sister was sound asleep in the bed beside her, and on the floor between them, Lucy and Molly were curled up under the sheets. Victoire envied them their slumber, and rose gently out of bed. Lifting up a loose floorboard, she pulled out a small book, with her name written neatly in pink ink on the cover. Tucking it under her arm, she tiptoed past the girls and headed down to the kitchen.

The house was completely quiet, something Victoire was grateful for. She lit her wand and placed it beside her on the table as she opened her diary. The first few entries were a lot messier, as she had been a lot younger. Maman had always told her to write her worries down, instead of keeping them bottled up, and at that moment, Victoire needed to vent. Flipping to a blank page, she dipped her quill into the ink and began scrawling away viciously. She wrote profanities, she cursed the day Jarrod Davies had even thought about breaking up with her, she spilled her hearts onto the page. Once she was done, she wrote the word 'WHY' is large, capital letters and underlined it so many times, that it tore the page a little.

Tears were running in thick rivulets down her face and she didn't have the care or the desire to wipe them away. She let them fall onto the page in soft pats and leant her head against the wood of the table, sobbing loudly.

A soft padding of feet trotted down the stairs, and Victoire looked up to see Lucy, in her blue dressing gown and purple slippers. She frowned in concern as she saw Victoire.

"What are you doing up?" she asked curtly.

Victoire scowled at her cousin. "None of your business," she replied, snapping her diary shut and pulling it protectively into her lap.

"Aren't you a little old to be writing in a diary?" Lucy remarked, not seeming to notice her cousin's distress.

"No," she bit back. "And who says I was writing in a diary, anyway?"

Lucy stepped forward and her blue eyes suddenly widened in concern. "You've been crying," she said, her disapproving look gone from her face entirely.

Victoire rubbed her eyes and sniffed. "No I haven't," she lied. "I just yawned."

Lucy rolled her eyes and sat down beside Victoire. "No, you were crying. You really should think twice before lying to a Ravenclaw."

She made a face, but kept a firm grip on her diary. "Well, aren't you a little know-it-all," she snapped. "Look, Lucy, I'm not in the mood for your rubbish. If you don't mind – "

"He broke up with you, didn't he?" She wasn't being smart, or rude. Her voice sounded almost empathetic and it surprised Victoire.

"How did you know?" she whispered softly.

Lucy shrugged. "Educated guess," she supplied. "Why else would you be down here, crying your eyes out and writing in a diary? It seemed a fairly logical speculation."

"Well, seeing as you seem to know everything," Victoire retorted rudely. "I guess you'd be able to tell me why he broke up with me?"

Biting her lip, Lucy bowed her head. "It's another girl. Deirdre MacFarlane, she's a Ravenclaw sixth year. I saw them snogging in the Common Room before the Evening Feast.

Victoire gaped at her cousin in horror. Why hadn't she said anything? She could have spared her the horror, at least given her some sort of warning.

"And you thought you'd keep that piece of information a secret, did you?"

Lucy swallowed and shifted uncomfortably. "I didn't want to say anything, because I didn't want to hurt your feelings. I was just trying to do the right thing."

Victoire huffed and gritted her teeth together. So it was another girl. Of course, she should have suspected something. She felt Lucy's eyes on her and gave her a small smile.

"Sorry, Luce, it's not your fault. I just felt like blaming someone, and you were the first person I saw."

The younger girl shrugged. "It's alright. I'm sorry for being nosy. I shouldn't pry into your personal life. It was rude of me."

The two girls exchanged grateful smiles and Lucy suddenly grinned wickedly. "You know what you should do?"

"What?"

Lucy pointed at the diary. "You should burn it."

Victoire gazed down at the diary, the diary she had kept for so many years. Would she feel comfortable letting all her memories go up in flames? But so many of the diary entries had been about Jarrod, and she needed to forget about him. Turning to Lucy, she nodded firmly and drew her wand.

"Incendio," she cried firmly, and the little book was engulfed in flames and disintegrated into a pile of ash on the desk. Lucy beamed at her and Victoire felt a surge of pride. She had done it; she was ready to move on.

A/N: This is pretty long, considering the length of my other chapters. Victoire and Lucy's relationship is a little strained. Lucy has a very 'know-it-all' feel about her and it often quite short and abrupt. She comes off as a little rude sometimes, but she does have her heart in the right place. This is actually on Albus' birthday. For those of you who have read Tell Me Harry, you would know that Teddy comforts Victoire on this day while they celebrate Al's birthday, after Jarrod Davies breaks up with her. Lucy and Molly are staying with their cousins for the night, as many of the cousins end up staying at each others' houses at some point in time.

Side note extras: Jarrod Davies is the son of Roger Davies and Penelope Clearwater. He has a sister, Annabelle Davies, who is a year younger than Lily. He and Victoire date for about a year, before he breaks up with her, as is shown in this snippet. It is after this that Teddy and Victoire get together.

Also... Lucy is really smart for her age and likes using really large words (just in case you thought she sounded too old to be a twelve year old).

I hope you enjoyed this chapter! Please review! xx

Ages: Victoire (15), Lucy (12)