Shoes upon the table

Lucy Weasley. 16. Hufflepuff.

[willahollandsource-blog]

[harry-dursley]

Sticking it to the man || Lucy and Harry

[harry-dursley]

"I was kidding," Harry gave her what she hoped was a reassuring smile. "I know, I was just…" She shook her head. "You don’t have to explain yourself to me. C’mon." Leading Lucy by the hand, she moved back over to the bar, as far away as they could be from the tall blonde man. Pointing out the man to the barman and explaining what happened, watching him move over to a huge security guy. Satisfied, she turned back to Lucy. "There, dealt with. What d’you want to drink?"

[lucky-lucy-weasley]

Squeezing Harry's hand softly as the girl pulled her across the room she felt herself relax slightly. Stumbling onto a bar stool she let go of the girls hand and blushed slightly. "I'll, uh, I'll have whatever you're having."

[harry-dursley]

Hypothesis: If I stare at her ass for long enough, she'll notice I exist.

[harry-dursley]

It wasn’t a generalised hypothesis. I was only referring to one specific ass.

[lucky-lucy-weasley]

Shouldn't you be studying?

[harry-dursley]

Sticking it to the man || Lucy and Harry

[harry-dursley]

Harry saw Lucy’s demeanour change and realised how freaked out she was. To be honest Harry was surprised, she had expected the girl to glare at him too and move on, being cavalier about it. She was about to try to comfort her, when she was dragged out into the dance floor. “Hey,” she shouted over the music, touching Lucy’s arm gently, suddenly not in the mood to dance so much. “Look, let me buy you another drink, and I’ll tell the bartender what happened. You’re not clueless, I’m sorry I said that. I was just surprised to see you.” Managing a relatively friendly smile, she raised her eyebrows a little. “You’re okay, you know. They’ve got people in here watching everyone to make sure that shit doesn’t happen. And you’ve got your wand and mace or whatever.” Harry suddenly realised her wand was under her bed at home. “Besides, you’ve got me here now. The second most influential Harry in the wizarding world.” She winks, “I’ll look after you.”

[lucky-lucy-weasley]

"Oh for.. Look, I appreciate the thought or whatever but I don't need you to look after me. I don't need anyone to look after me but me, okay?" She looked across the dance floor that she should fit into perfectly, but she felt wrong. Like she shouldn't be there. Turning back to Harry she smiled sadly. "I'm sorry that I acted.. It's just that.." She didn't have to say it, nor did she want to. But last summer flew through her mind and she felt a shiver run through her spine. The warm hand on her arm settled her though, it made her feel grounded. "Yeah, I definitely need a drink."

[harry-dursley]

Hypothesis: If I stare at her ass for long enough, she'll notice I exist.

[harry-dursley]

Counter-evidence: It just worked, didn’t it?

[lucky-lucy-weasley]

*blushes slightly* You need it to happen a significant amount of times before you can generalise your findings to the total populace. 

[harry-dursley]

Sticking it to the man || Lucy and Harry

[harry-dursley]

Watching Lucy’s face fall, Harry’s scowl deepened. “I’m not offended.” She lied, folding her arms. “I’m just wondering what someone as clueless as you is doing in a muggle bar all by herself.” She looked Lucy up and down with some scorn, eyeing the glass in the other girl’s hand. “And by the way, I’d throw your drink away if I was you. Creepy blonde guy poured something in it while I was walking over here.” She gestured to a stranger, throwing him a truly fierce glare, putting to shame all the resentful expressions she’d aimed at Lucy so far. Harry bites her lip as she turned back to the other girl, expression just a little bit softer. “He;s been in here all week, don’t blame yourself.”

[lucky-lucy-weasley]

Lucy felt a sudden chill run through her body as she hastily shoved the drink aside, her eyes darting to the man sat a few seats away. Looking up at Harry she bit her lip, her flush deepening. "T-thanks for letting me, uh, know. Um, you should maybe, like, tell someone or something I really don't think that anyone should be aloud to stay here if they're.. How did he..? Oh Merlin." Her words were coming out all wrong and she was aware that she was mumbling probably too quietly for Harry to hear but she couldn't help herself. Taking a deep breath she tried to quickly compose herself although her heart was still hammering against her chest. "I'm not clueless Harry. I have my wand and muggle mace in my bag. And you know, you sounded like you were accusing rather then asking so I'm sorry if I jumped to conclusions or whatever." She felt her eyes flicker towards the man again and she suddenly couldn't stand to be anywhere near him. "Hey, let's dance." Jumping out of her chair she quickly pulled Harry across the room, hoping that the fear had faded from her eyes.

[harry-dursley]

Hypothesis: If I stare at her ass for long enough, she'll notice I exist.

[lucky-lucy-weasley]

Null hypothesis: The amount of time I stare at her ass will have no significant affect on her noticing my existence and any effect shown is due to chance factors alone.

[harry-dursley]

Sticking it to the man || Lucy and Harry

[harry-dursley]

Harry had been heading back over to the bar to buy another drink when she spotted the familiar figure. At first, she didn’t believe it. What was she doing here? This was Harry’s place, where she always came. Lucy wasn’t a regular, and harry didn’t even know she was into this sort of thing. Clubbing, or whatever. While clubbing was the official name, Finding A Reasonably Attractive Stranger To go Home With And Pretend Her Life — Especially Her Dad — Didn’t Exist, might have been a more suitable title for what Harry intended to spend her night doing. Reaching where the other girl stood, she tapped her on the shoulder, waiting for her to turn around and then yelling over the noise. “What the fuck are you doing here?”

[lucky-lucy-weasley]

Lucy felt her smile widen as someone tapped her shoulder. Company, she thought to herself, at fucking last. As she turned around Lucy tried to put on her widest smile but before she could utter a single word the contentment had fallen from her face. Harry Dursley. Out of all the people she could have ran into it had to be her. Lucy looked away as the slightly taller girl spoke, her face heating up with embarrassment. Lucy had felt so important as the anonymous girl that nobody knew but now? She fiddled with the straw in her drink. Shrugging, she averted her eyes. "I'm just trying to have a bit of freedom I suppose." She spoke loudly so the other girl could hear here over the consistent music. "There's no need to sound like I've personally offended you by being here."

[3c65]

[eddie-macmillan]

Oh, cheer up, Weasley! Seventh year isn’t that bad, I can assure you. Hell, I managed to make it through and so can you.

[lucky-lucy-weasley]

I guess I'll take your word for it, Macmillan. I just, I want to be out there, you know? I'm so sick of routine, and then there's dad. You know, sometimes I just want to shake him until he realises that no, I'm not going to become minister of magic, I'm going to go to New York and I'm going to perform on stage or fail spectacularly while trying.

[lucky-lucy-weasley]

Oh, is 7th year really going to be great dad? Is it really going to be the time of my life? You know what, I can totally see myself enjoying it, dad.

It's not like I'll be working my ass off for bad grades that I don't even need and are only going to give you and mum solid proof that I'm a bloody disappointment.

Urg, kill me now.

[harry-dursley]

Sticking it to the man || Lucy and Harry

For the first time in a long time, Harry was happy. Really, properly happy. Yeah, sure, maybe part of it was the alcohol. Or the two guys and one girl that had been taking it in turns to flirt with her all evening. Or, she supposed, it could have been whatever the fuck she’d just smoked. But that shit couldn’t count for more than maybe forty percent of the rolling waves of euphoria hitting her as she swayed along with the crowds. Well.. maybe fifty percent at a push? Okay fine, but absolutely no higher than sixty. Smirking to herself and rolling her eyes, she decided she didn’t care. She felt good, and in her adolescent nescience, that was all that mattered. All that would ever matter to her. She was young, and ergo, she was invincible.

[lucky-lucy-weasley]

With Hogwarts just around the corner and the prospect of actually having to study this year, Lucy decided that a night away from her family would do her some good. Not that they knew she was away in a muggle club, her family actually thought she was asleep in her room getting a good nights rest. For some reason the thought of them not knowing made her smile and the smile remained on her face as she made her way into the club, weaving through the crowd of people until she found herself at the bar. Ordering herself the cocktail they had on special she looked over the dance floor with little interest. Partying on her own was no where near as fun as it would be with a friend but Lucy needed a night out and she honestly didn't know who to owl. At the moment it just felt like everyone in her life, even the people she was closest too, were somehow detached. She just felt unwanted and a nuisance on her entire family and all of her friends but those were the thoughts she was trying to escape, not dwell on, so she shoved them aside, trying not to question why every thought had to come back to her sinking feeling of pointlessness. Tossing her hair over her shoulder she took another swig of her drink, praying to Merlin that someone would come talk to her before she got completely and utterly pissed.

[nattybutnice-blog]

Back to single.

Didn’t even last a year.

[lucky-lucy-weasley]

Alcohol helps.

[harry-dursley]

If I have to spent one more minute in that house, I'm going to stab my Dad

[harry-dursley]

I’ll take that as an apology then. *raises eyebrows and sticks out her hand* I’m Harry. We’ve shared a dorm for six years, but I wouldn’t be surprised if you don’t know who I am. Nobody else does. *laughs*

[lucky-lucy-weasley]

It wasn't. *Tentatively takes her hand* Lucy. And I'm not oblivious. I may have spent less time in the dorm room this past year but I was pretty friendly when I was young. You simply didn't want to talk.

[harry-dursley]

If I have to spent one more minute in that house, I'm going to stab my Dad

[harry-dursley]

*looks her up and down, then sighs* Fine, so I did presume something. But you were quite rude, so.. *shrugs*

[lucky-lucy-weasley]

*shugs* I suppose I was.

[harry-dursley]

If I have to spent one more minute in that house, I'm going to stab my Dad

[harry-dursley]

I didn’t presume anything. I was just giving you a friendly reminder you probably shouldn’t presume things about me.

[lucky-lucy-weasley]

Uh, yeah, you did. You presumed that I have a "few daddy issues" when for all you know I could have a shit load of daddy issues or none at all, I could have mummy issues instead. 

[harry-dursley]

If I have to spent one more minute in that house, I'm going to stab my Dad

[harry-dursley]

*raises eyebrows* Touchy, aren’t we? But please, don’t presume just because you have a few Daddy issues yourself, that your problems are anything like mine.

[lucky-lucy-weasley]

Touchy? Yeah, I suppose you could say that. Look, I'm not presuming that my problems are any better or worse then yours, I'm just saying that most teens want to kill their parents, it's not like you're the only one suffering. Also, for someone talking about not presuming things, didn't you do just that, darling?