Lucy Weasley; Hey guys! As you can see from above, the name is Lucy Weasley. I also respond to Healer Weasley. Yes, that's right! I did become a Healer like I said I would. Head of the Spell Damage Ward as a matter of fact. In a few weeks I'll also answer to Mrs. Malfoy. So take your pick? Other than the above, there's nothing much I can say about myself. If you find yourself with any questions, just send me an owl. Or an ask, I suppose.
Lucy had hardly stopped smiling since her wand had glowed blue above her stomach. Happiness evading all of her senses all at once, a bounce in her step. One she hadn’t had since Hogwarts, no matter how happy she was at the time. Suddenly everything she’d gone through during the war looked dim compared to what her future held.
Nerves were also a dominant emotion in the small blonde. Sure they’d talked about having children, they were engaged after all, but they hadn’t exactly talked about at what age they’d start trying. She only hoped he would be as happy as she was about it.
The floo flashing green caused her to stand up, hands behind her back as she jumped on the balls of her feet.
SUMMARY → Lucy comes back for Becca’s wedding and Scorpius is the first person she visits.
NOTES → Feels x100
SCORPIUS:
Scorpius staggered behind her as she directed him to the parlor; he kept his eyes on her, afraid to even blink. When she pulled out the vial, he finally glanced away to look at her hand. He tried to focus on the little bottle, but it was hard to know which of the two was the real one. Lucy shoved the liquid at him and reluctantly, he did as she said.
Within moments, he was sober once again, even if he was still absolutely baffled that she was in front of him. “I thought–” to be honest, he didn’t know what he thought. She had disappeared on him; vanished in thin air almost. “You’re here,” he spoke in a mere whisper. “Really here.” Once again, he placed his hand on her cheek and pulled her face closer to his, until his lips collided with hers.
LUCY:
She’d prepared for the worst and hoped for the best as she’d convinced herself to see him first on her return to London. Now standing in front of him, sober him, she really hoped the best would happen because she wasn’t sure she could take the worst. She’d spend the last few years fixing herself, or trying to anyways, and a few woulds from him would destroy her all over again.
“It was time to come home.” Lucy looked up at him hopefully. He was home, she could see that now. A breath was stuck in her throat as his hand grazed her cheek and he looked down at her like he’d done many times before. Her hand automatically clutching at his shirt, her lips molding against his in a familiar kiss that made her knees weak and her toes curl. “I’m so sorry I left. I’m so sorry, Malfoy.” His last name was laced with fondness, the words whispered against his lips as tears leaked from her closed eyes.
SUMMARY → Lucy comes back for Becca’s wedding and Scorpius is the first person she visits.
NOTES → Feels x100
SCORPIUS:
Since the war, Scorpius hadn’t been the same. Of course who would be after watching their mother die in their arms? He had so much guilt residing in him that it ate at him on a daily basis. His mother was a beautiful person, inside and out. She made the world a better place by just existing. Scorpius, however, always saw darkness in him. There were a few people in the world who argued against him and sometimes even made him wonder if maybe, just maybe there was something actually good there.
The break up between him and Lucy had been mutual with so much going on in their lives at the time, but they had both made a point of letting each other know they still loved the other, and when things had finally calmed down, they’d be together again. He held onto that very dim light at the end of the tunnel until the day Lucy vanished from his life without a trace. Scorpius didn’t know what had happened or where she went, she was just…. gone.
Scorpius had moved back into the manor to stay close to his grief stricken dad and hoped that maybe the two of them could be each other’s strength. During the day, Scorpius had no problem with keeping his wandering mind on track, but once the sun went down then his demons would come out to play. He began relying on alcohol to keep him from thinking about Lucy and his mother’s dead body.
The night Lucy came back started out just like any other and he began drinking once his dad had gone to bed. He heard a noise from outside and started to investigate it, already beginning to feel the side effects of the alcohol. When he opened the door, he walked right into the angel from his dreams. He dropped the glass of firewhisky he was holding, not even twinging as the glass shattered. Clearly his mind was messing with him, right? There was no way she was just suddenly back in his life… Why did she seem so real?
“Hi,” he mumbled, still not able to tear his eyes away from her. She was soaking wet, and yet she was even more beautiful than he remembered her. His brain was really evil tonight for some reason. Scorpius finally stepped forward and hesitated as he placed his hand on her face, cupping her cheek. “Wow, I didn’t know I could feel my hallucinations. You’re so real.”
LUCY:
The crash of the fire whiskey bottle on the floor brought her back to the present, blue eyes tearing away from were they were fixed on his face to look down at the bottle between them. With a quick swish of her wand the bottle vanished along with the liquid. Even without the evidence she could smell the alcohol on his breath as he finally spoke up. A small smile pulling at her lips as she nod at his words.
His hand on her cheek was warm and she couldn’t help but lean against it as she took a step closer to him. Reaching behind her she shut the door close before turning back to Scorpius. Every fiber of her being wanted nothing more than to wrap her arms around him. So that’s exactly what she did, arms wrapping around his waist and her head resting against his chest. “I am real.” She finally said, looking up at him.
Pulling away from him she took his hand and pulled him along with her, deeper into the Manor she had familiarized herself with when visiting Astoria. Despite the fact that part of her wanted to take one of the glasses on the sitting room and fill it up with Firewhiskey she knew the conversation they were bound to have was one to have while sober. And Scorpius was anything but sober. Digging into the bag hanging on her side she rooted around for the familiarly shaped vial. “Here, drink this.” she all but shoved the vial towards him.
SUMMARY → Lucy comes back for Becca’s wedding and Scorpius is the first person she visits.
NOTES → Feels x100
LUCY:
She’s only been in London a few minutes, long enough to drop her things off at the flat she had shared with Fran, before she had decided on where she first wanted to go. She’d promised Becca she would visit her as soon as she got in, but surely she would be okay with she took a slight detour? Her heart beat erratically and her hands shook slightly at just the thought of seeing him after two years of being away. Would he even want to see her? Would he slam the door in her face? Would he ask her many questions she didn’t know how to answer? Before she could talk herself out of it she gripped her wand and pictured the large gates she wanted to stand in front of.
Her steps were small and unsure as she made her way towards the Manor looming before her. She wasn’t sure if the wards would still allow her through but with a sigh of relief she found that she could walk though the large imposing gates without a problem. She wasn’t sure why she was so surprised when her apartment would still allow him in, his magical signature one of the only ones her wards would recognize. Yet she was surprised to be allowed entry. Lucy didn’t question it for long though, instantly making her way towards the familiar Manor, as if afraid the wards would reject her at any moment.
The closer the manor got the more unsure her steps became, flattering as the sky above her darkened and rain began slowly pouring down. Once again thoughts of how he would react to seeing her again filled her mind and she forced them out again. The anti-apparation charms the only reason she didn’t turn on her heels and dissapeared as she walked up the steps and towards the front door. Her hand reaching up to knock just as the door swung open.
Her legs felt weak and she worried they would fail her as she looked up at the person she had missed the most while away. She knew she looked awful, the rain having drenched her in water (her sundress plastered to her body and straight hair curling around her face), yet a smile spread on her lips at the sight of him. And for the first time in years she didn’t feel completely lost. “Hi.” she finally breathed out.
