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“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."












