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lucy weasley. twenty-three years old. little she-wolf.

[lucydaisical]

roseswsly:

“She’s my grandmum too.” Rose spit out, standing so close to Lucy they could make out each individual eyelash. They had both hands locked around Lucy’s wrists, though they had the physical strength of a bowtruckle and knew they couldn’t hold on forever. “And Hugo’s, and Lily and James and Albus and Roxanne and everyone else’s fucking grandmum, alright? But we cannot charge off like a cavalry and expect to find her without -  a  - PLAN .” 

Yes, Lucy thought, but you've had more than two years getting to know her. Lucy bit back tears as she tried desperately to stay calm, the pressure at her wrists both stifling and necessary. "I'm sorry; I'm sorry," she said, gasping, as if she were struggling to keep the air in her lungs. "You're right. Of course you're right." Lucy's hands continued to shake as she breathed heavily, before taking a deep breath. "So what is the plan? We need to start making one, stat." 

[lucydaisical]

auquus:

The safehouse smelled like smoke and wet concrete, scents she may have found pleasing in another setting. footsteps were careful, there was rubble all over and she found herself wondering just how they all lived like this. Jenna herself had somehow managed to remain neutral, she’d finished school, started an apprenticeship and now a career all her own. Of course, in different circumstances, in another greenhouse she might have—-but there was no time to think like that as she approached those that made up the Order, she had a job to do, the right herbs and ingredients for much needed healing potions, her bag heavy on her shoulders. “Where should I start?” She glanced about for a steady surface to begin working, eyes catching a few pairs belonging to those she recognized.

"Glad you're here," Lucy said. She was frantically trying to keep her mind off those who'd been kidnapped; it tapped into a primal part of her, that loss, especially because it wasn't something she was used to. Her hands were steady, but the tension at her jaw was apparent. "Can you make some sort of calming draught?" She was stroking the forehead of someone who'd been injured; there was a terrible gash at his temple. She was competently trained for emergency first-aid, had been on her way to becoming a medi-witch, and that was what let her move almost on autopilot. 

[lucydaisical]

"Don't fucking tell me we can't go out and look for them. Don't." Lucy could deal with many things: she'd borne everything, from their threadbare, quiet life to the roaring rush of lycanthropy, with a cheerful grin and a wink. But this—her grandmother, kidnapped, probably alone and terrified—this set her off like nothing else. "Let me find my grandmum," she said, voice calm but eyes wild.

[lucydaisical]

fantasticlorcan:

“I could go for a drink right about now.”

“Is now really the appropriate time?” she said, almost snapping. 

[lucydaisical]

rugiet:

Settling the cigarette between his lips, James curled his fingers around it, letting the pressure of the inhaled smoke built before blowing it out into a ring, letting the nicotine edge away the apprehension that was settling into his bones. Mask on like the rest to obscure his identity, James had to wonder about the appropriateness of this plan, how effective that it would even be. Yet he knew vocalizing any protest would have gone unheard. Not as if he could have come up with an alternate plan anyway. He’d slowly, over the years, begrudgingly accepted that war, by its very nature, was ugly. A pit full of grey. He  remained as he was, a steady rock, his shoulders squared as someone joined him outside of the Malfoy Manor where he was leaning against a pillar. “You might want to take a few steps in the other direction if smoke bothers you,” he advised. 

“It’s alright,” Lucy said, resisting the urge to wrinkle her nose. Dad had taken up smoking when she’d been ten, and while Lucy didn’t like the smoke, she understood how it soothed. Besides, she enjoyed spending time with James—he always seemed to be everywhere, but the haunted look in his eyes seemed to ease whenever they spent their moments together quietly. She held her breath, waiting till the smoke faded away to breathe in. “Are you alright?”

[cornelliasttreet]

“I suffer from anxiety and that’s something I’ve been challenged with my whole life. I mean I’ve had so many panic attacks since I’ve been here. Mental health is something that should be taken very seriously.”

[lucydaisical]

canis minor under the cut

lucy didn’t care much about the order until she became a werewolf

before that, percy and audrey had kept their children in the dark as to the rest of their family, hence her previously neutral position.  not that she didn’t know they existed, but percy talked about them more or less like they didn’t exist.

that was, up until lucy was out too late and she got bitten by a rogue werewolf (possibly an open slot for a connection ! )

becoming a werewolf meant being exposed to the underbelly of the wixen world. now she’s #wokeaf and willing to fight for the side of the good.

lucy’s always been loving and loyal to her family, but now that she’s been exposed to a whole clan of family members, she’s finding herself loving them and growing more attached. 

i’m not here and this is a queued post, but pls PLS hit me up if you’d like to plot w this cute lil dog (it’s her patronus)! when i get back, i’ll post a wanted connections page, but in the meantime, flood lucy w love and hate and everything in between! c: