lucy weasley

lucy weasley, 19, former ravenclaw. star child, moon child. we can judge our progress by the courage of our questions and the depth of our answers, our willingness to embrace what is true rather than what feels good.

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Aster had, of course, spent Christmas with her dad and grandmum in the little house in Hogsmeade where they lived - it was nice, close to her own cottage at Hogwarts but not close enough that they came to see her constantly. That might have been more due to Grandmum telling Dad not to interfere with Aster’s life, but she appreciated it either way. But the rest of the empty days left her feeling a bit … displaced. She checked in the greenhouses regularly, and had tea or dinner with her family, but other than that … she was at loose ends. 

London had always been a nice distraction - Dad had lived in the Muggle world long enough that Aster felt comfortable there still. Even at night, even in this atmosphere, she didn’t really worry as she wandered the streets. She was fairly well aware of her surroundings, generally, but she’d been distracted by the passersby and didn’t more in time to avoid the collision.

She stumbled back a few steps before she regained her balance. “Oh, I’m so sorry! Are you all right?”

They ricocheted off each other, staggering apart, and Lucy’s face—in classic Weasley form—was flaming hot before she’d even righted herself and started to babble out apologies.

“Oh! I’m fine, I’m just so sorry! I was thinking about—well, it doesn’t matter, I just wasn’t looking. Are you okay?  I didn’t hurt you? Hell, I really am sorry. I’m not even drunk so there’s really no excuse at all. Are you sure you’re okay?”

She pulled her bag back up onto her shoulder properly, but the hefty weight of paper files inside dragged it back down almost immediately. She should have thought to spell it lighter before she left, but of course she couldn’t do it now. 

Flustered, she was suddenly sure that her wand was poking out of the top of her boot, clearly visible, and if this woman was a Muggle she was sure to be wondering why Lucy had a stick shoved into her shoes. Merlin, why hadn’t she just bought a holster for her wand like her dad kept saying? 

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lucywsly‌: evening, december 27th 2023 / oxford then london / orien chang

It was difficult to discern whether Orien’s fashion was bought in Diagon Alley or a muggle vintage shop. In a way, their fashion sense did a good job of concealing their status as a wix on London’s streets. As Orien breathed air in and out — like a dragon, how fun — there were accompanying wisps of steam. Yes, Orien had gone to a coffee shop for a drink. Yes, they could easily conjure one up. But fuck, did they love a good chai latte with fifty grams of sugar.

Orien’s black boots had a completely useless metal attachment on it. It was purely aesthetic. Every step Orien took had a quiet scratch accompanying it. Thump, scrrr, thump, scrr. Orien walked, gaze towards the ground, fascinated by the sounds with the wide-eyed curiosity of a waddling toddler.

Thump, scrr — then, the uncomfortable lurch of water leaping out of their cup. Orien’s heart skipped. Their tea-latte! What they’d spent hours working a muggle bar job to earn!

Without a second to think, Orien’s wand was out of his jacket’s inside and the paper cup with its content was frozen mid-air. Orien thought the Ministry department was in it for him. 

“Oh, Lucy.” Orien realised it was fine. The street was empty. “What brings you to London tonight?” Their liquid was back in its cup in Orien’s hand and the wix tucked their wand back. “Certainly not its nightlife,” Orien teased. “Don’t think it’s quite the place for stargazing either.”

In what felt like the beat between one second and the next, someone had spilled their hot drink and then magicked it all back into place, no harm done. Abstracted envy filled Lucy’s stomach. Her reflexes had never been quick enough for that, and the number of times she’d only been able to forlornly watch as her coffee spread over a stack of notes must have number at least in the high fifties by now.

“Oh,” she said, frantically trying to put a name to the familiar face in front of her and coming up completely empty, as so often happened, “hey! Happy new year. I’m just off to catch up with some friends. Where are you headed?”

Merlin damn it, she knew this person. She knew she knew them! Ravenclaw, only two or three years above her. If she was being honest with herself, though, she couldn’t name all the Ravenclaw students in her own year. Ask her to name all the stars in the sky, though, and that she was just fine with. 

Stars niggled at the back of her mind and then, triumphantly, she said, “Orien!” oblivious to the fact it was a bit late to be greeting them by name, and shot them a wide grin. Ha. She could remember.

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evening, december 27th 2023 / oxford then london / open!

The sky was a low, thick white. Snow threatened, and cold snicked down the back of Lucy’s neck as she wound her coat more tightly around herself. She very much didn’t want it to snow. She wanted a whole night of clear skies so she could meet the others and starwatch a while, probably with some leftover Christmas brandy or champagne involved. 

Christmas at the Burrow had been tense, tense enough that even she noticed. Or maybe tense was the wrong word. Just full of empty spaces where people ought to have been, and the knowledge that those people were never coming back made her stomach hurt. She wanted to watch stars and forget it all.

As ever, she shut the thought out of her mind before it could fully form. Grimacing at the cold, she hopped off the steps and struck out from her building towards the quiet alley she liked to apparate from. 

Less than five minutes later, she strode out from an alleyway in London, tucking her wand carefully down the side of her boots. A kid rushing past with a toy helicopter reminded her of drones, which prompted a stray thought about lunar modules, and quite soon Lucy was deep in thought as she walked, oblivious to the person coming towards her.

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“ The Cosmos is all that is or was or ever will be. Our feeblest contemplations of the Cosmos stir us—there is a tingling in the spine, a catch in the voice, a faint sensation, as if a distant memory, of falling from a height. We know we are approaching the greatest of mysteries. ”

↯ LUCY WEASLEY is the eldest daughter of percy and audrey weasley. she is nineteen years old, sides with THE NEUTRALS and was in RAVENCLAW house. she is fascinated by space and the universe, and certain that extraterrestial life exists. she believes in a web of conspiracy theories, hungers for the stars, and is currently sneaking into astrophysics lectures at oxford university to begin figuring out how to meld magic with muggle science to make WIZARDING SPACE TRAVEL possible. 

Lucy is... all about space. Desperately wants to go there, convinced there’s other life in it, determined to make it possible for wizards to travel there en masse.

Also believes in a whole bunch of conspiracy theories and is easy to draw into your latest one. It all started with a birthday present when she was eight entitled “Hogwarts: Whose History?” that posited the Four Founders were an invention aimed to make the school look cooler. It’s spiralled from there

Very talented with physics and quick to see where magic could help

Lacks common sense in a big way

So focused on astrophysics that she has barely noticed there’s a war on, despite the general death and mayhem happening

Currently living in Oxford and attending Astrophysics lectures and seminars with the help of the odd Confundus or two. Keeps turning in essays and research and getting better grades than the actual students.

Loving but distracted, loyal to friends and always eager to help them but in practice often forgets

Serious, literal, and not great at getting jokes but chill with being the brunt of them (honestly just doesn’t really notice)

Current connections and wanted connections (tbc)

Basic Information

Full name

Lucy Juno Weasley

Date of birth

December 20th

Hometown

Oxford, England

Blood status

Halfblood

Gender

Cis woman

Sexuality

Heterosexual

Star sign

Sagittarius

Personality

Traits

+ curious, open-minded, hungry to learn - suspicious, gullible, blinkered

Likes

space, stars, aliens, conspiracies, her friends, learning, university, the feeling of connecting intellectually with someone who absolutely understands what you’re trying to say and helps you to say it

Dislikes

anything getting in the way of her studies, narrow-minded people, strawberries, birds

Good at

physics, focus, getting what she wants when she puts her mind to it

Bad at

interpersonal relationships, remembering anything not to do with astrophysics, taking the rest of life seriously

Hobbies

physics and conspiracy theories... that’s it

Fears

drowning

Ambition

be the first witch in space and make interstellar travel possible for the magical population

Family

Father

Percy Weasley

Mother

Audrey tbd

Siblings

Molly Weasley

Pet

a scruffy cat named SpaceX, usually just ‘Exey’

Magic

Wand

Poplar, Dragon Heartstring, 10 inches and rigid

Boggart

a wall of water coming for her

Patronus

Corporeal / Fox

Amortentia

Metal, lavender, rosemary