Upon seeing the announcement of The Hobgoblins performing, Lucinda screamed out YES! despite being alone. Then she saw they were performing for a charity. Orchideous Orphanage.Orphanage. Although Lucinda grew up in a loving, supportive adoptive muggle home as a pureblood witch, the word still had a profound and painful meaning in her mind. She had always been careful to not let too many know of her lineage because she didn’t want a target on her family’s back. The Talkalots, that is.
While thinking of young children not having had the experience she was lucky enough to be given broke her heart, her little bit of money could go nowhere better. She dressed herself to the nines, fixed her fiery red hair and plastered a genuine smile on her face as she saw the enormous turn out. Lucinda couldn’t help but stand in awe, eyes cascading around the room with memories of her sisters and parents. Without recognizing it, she was also spinning the ring given by her biological mother, Aisling Quinn.
Something about the scene made Lucinda feel like she was floating on a cloud, but decided she should make that ride a reality. She ran over to the queue and wiggled in. “Looks like you need someone to share a cloud with,” she said in her coy and quirky way.









