Lucy rolled her eyes at Alecto’s comment. She had every right to be at Hogwarts. She was as much of a witch as Alecto was. If she were in the correct position, she would have crossed her arms and tapped her foot. She cocked up an eyebrow and looked up at the cold eyes that stared down at her. “Cyprien? I don’t speak to him,” she said plainly. She had absolutely no desire to, if she were being honest.
“Correction, Mudblood. You didn’t talk to him. I assure you I can be very persuasive.” She dangled the dagger teasingly in front of Lucy’s face, her face breaking into an eerie grin. “I’ll ask you the same thing I asked Peter. What’s your least favorite body part? Which one will you miss the least?”
Fright flooded through Lucy. The adrenaline she had felt was turning into fear very quickly. She cleared her throat and looked Alecto in the eye, doing her best to mask her fear. “I’m partial to them all,” she said.
Lucy blinked. “You’re BORED?” she screamed in Alecto’s face when she was finished. Not because she was trying to get help this time, but because she was angry. “I suggest you get a new hobby, Alecto. Because one of these days, karma will get you. And trust me, she’s a bitch. A lot like you.” She locked eyes with Alecto, letting her know she wasn’t afraid of her. Adrenaline was pumping through her veins; even though she couldn’t possibly win, she was ready to fight.
Alecto grinned down at Lucy. “Oh! Calling me a bitch! How original!” she crowed. “Look at you. You’re nothing but a dumb animal. Seeing you walk down that hallway like you actually belong here makes me sick,” she hissed. “So heres a little advice from me to you, Lucy. When I’m done with you, when I leave your sad broken body, when someone eventually finds you, just don’t come back. Go home to your dying muggle mum. She needs you far more than this place does.” A self-satisfied smirk touched the corners of her lips. “And i must admit…that may not be my only reasoning for inviting you for this little chat. You are my messenger. I have a little message for Cyprien that I need you to deliver.”
Lucy rolled her eyes at Alecto’s comment. She had every right to be at Hogwarts. She was as much of a witch as Alecto was. If she were in the correct position, she would have crossed her arms and tapped her foot. She cocked up an eyebrow and looked up at the cold eyes that stared down at her. “Cyprien? I don’t speak to him,” she said plainly. She had absolutely no desire to, if she were being honest.
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Lucy breathed a sigh of relief when she saw her wound begin to heal, and within seconds you could no longer tell it was even there. She almost got up, but Alecto had gotten to her and sat on her chest. Lucy groaned. So close. She bit her lip when she ran the sharp blade across her cheek. “Why are you doing this? Just let me go!” she attempted. “Nobody has to know you did this. Just let. Me. GO!” she repeated, bellowing as loud as she possibly could. Hardly anyone came up to the Astronomy tower this late at night, so she knew it was a long shot that someone would hear her, but she had to try.
Alecto laughed. “Did you think that word work?”, she mocked. “That I would just agree with you, get up and walk away? Your naivety is almost cute.” She leaned down, her face inches from Lucy’s. “Why? Because I’m bored. It’s that simple. You’re my plaything for tonight, Lucy. Lucky you,” she purred. She stroked Lucy’s face her bloodied hand leaving a scarlet line across Lucy’s alabaster cheek. “We are going to have so much fun.”
Lucy blinked. “You’re BORED?” she screamed in Alecto’s face when she was finished. Not because she was trying to get help this time, but because she was angry. “I suggest you get a new hobby, Alecto. Because one of these days, karma will get you. And trust me, she’s a bitch. A lot like you.” She locked eyes with Alecto, letting her know she wasn’t afraid of her. Adrenaline was pumping through her veins; even though she couldn’t possibly win, she was ready to fight.
When Alecto looked up at Lucy, concern spread across her face. She shook herself out of it. She didn’t like this girl. She shouldn’t be sympathizing. But in the end, she couldn’t help it. It was an instinct. Alecto reached out for her hand, and she let her take it. And then, Lucy felt the most horrible pain she had ever had the displeasure of experiencing stab through her abdomen. The girl gasped and fell backwards. That was it, she thought. She would die here. She should have trusted herself and not come. Her hands pressed over her wound to try and stop the blood flow, but it had already started seeping through her Hufflepuff sweater. She had never experienced any mutilation this unbearable. It was so agonizingly painful she believed she would rather die than endure it. Momentarily, not a single coherent thought was in her head, other than she couldn’t give Alecto the satisfaction of knowing how much it hurt.
Once she had collected herself, she acted on an impulse and swung her fist as hard as she could, it connecting with Alecto’s nose. She heard a loud crack, and tried to decide what to do. She was too wounded to stand, so her last resort was a healing charm. She hastily grabbed her wand before any more blood was lost. Her survival instincts were on high alert, even though she said the stab wasn’t fatal. But she had learned not to trust Alecto. She pointed her wand at the wound. “Vulnera Sanentur,” she murmured desperately, hoping it would work.
Alecto groaned, falling backward from the impact of Lucy’s punch. Her knife clattered to the ground as her hands flew to her face, blood already seeping from her broken nose. She looked up at Lucy in shock, just in time to see the girl’s wound begin to knit together. In seconds the only sign of the once gaping wound was the left over blood surrounding the area. “Oh no you don’t,” she growled, leaping at the girl. She ignored the searing pain from her ruined nose as she tackled Lucy, picking up the dagger at her feet. She sat on Lucy’s chest, snarling down at the girl. “Bad choice,” she hissed, running the sharp blade across Lucy’s cheek, just enough for a small amount of blood to seep to the surface. “What a shame. I was prepared to let you walk away with a little stab wound and a stern talking to. But after that little stunt of yours…I see that more extreme methods are necessary.”
Lucy breathed a sigh of relief when she saw her wound begin to heal, and within seconds you could no longer tell it was even there. She almost got up, but Alecto had gotten to her and sat on her chest. Lucy groaned. So close. She bit her lip when she ran the sharp blade across her cheek. “Why are you doing this? Just let me go!” she attempted. “Nobody has to know you did this. Just let. Me. GO!” she repeated, bellowing as loud as she possibly could. Hardly anyone came up to the Astronomy tower this late at night, so she knew it was a long shot that someone would hear her, but she had to try.
Lucy looked over at Hestia curiously when she apologized. Sure, she hadn’t spoken with her all that much about her problems lately… alright, virtually none. But Lucy couldn’t get mad at her best friend. Hestia was one of the only people she had. “It’s okay, Hes–– oof!” she exclaimed when the girl enveloped her in a huge hug.
Anyone else would have been surprised by this, but she only was momentarily, used to this behavior. Hestia was just being too hard on herself, something Lucy had been doing quite a bit lately. It was, for the most part, a common characteristic among Hufflepuffs.
She was released from the rib-crushing hug, and Hestia took her hand instead. “Hestiapoo, don’t beat yourself up about it!” she said after she thought Hestia had finished speaking, but her friend had leapt up from the bed and thrust her fist into the air.
Lucy sighed patiently, waiting for her to be finished. When she bit her lip like she had done as long as she could remember, Lucy scrunched up her nose in return. The girls just had signals like that. “Of course I forgive you, doll! It wasn’t even that big of a deal. You’re here now, aren’t you?” Lucy gave her friend a small smile, patting her hand.
Hestia grinned joyfully, like a child who had finally gotten their present after a long time coming and jumped onto the bed once more and gave her friend another embrace, though this one was much softer than the last. “Thank you, oh wonderful Lucyloo!” she laughed, pulling away and instead leaned on her best friend, head on her shoulder as she took another piece of chocolate off the silver tray that had tipped over, scattering the treats onto the soft sheets of her roommate’s bed. Oops.
“I suppose that is true, but I should have been there before …” she murmured, looking up at her friend who forgave her so easily. “Whatever it’s … in the past now! So, do you wanna tell me about what happened now or is this a no-no subject?” Hestia asked seriously, putting down the half-bitten chocolate as she stared straight into the kind eyes of her friends. “Because you know, I’ll be here for you no matter what, right?”
“Like my Mum always says, talking makes you feel better. That and tea, but that’d require breaking the rules so I think talking would be best.” she joked, giggling. “But really, do you?”
Lucy laughed at Hestia’s hyper-activeness. One of the many things she loved about her best friend. She sighed when she knocked over the sweets. “That’s alright, the sheets are clean,” she said, taking another chocolate frog and biting into it.
She chewed the chocolate thoughtfully, then met Hestia’s gaze. “I know that, Hes. You’re like my sister, I know you’ll always be here.” Lucy meant what she said. The two had been friends ever since Lucy could remember; at times, she was the only friend she had. She couldn’t imagine Hogwarts without Hestia.
She sighed deeply. “Well, I’m not sure where to start,” she said quietly. “Uhm, well, what do you know already?” she asked her, feeling a bit nervous about revealing her feelings. If she did that, she might cry. She loved Hestia, and Lucy couldn’t stand it when people she loved saw her cry.
Lucy made sure her wand was tucked carefully in her pocket before going up to the Astronomy Tower. She didn’t trust Alecto, not one bit; she couldn’t believe she had agreed to come in the first place. Her steps to the Tower were careful, and when she made it to the staircase, she paused, dreading whatever she needed to talk about that was so “extremely important.” Finally, she gulped and uncertainly walked up the stairs, to find a sobbing Alecto, her hands covering her face and her shoulders shaking. Lucy froze. “Alecto?” she asked quietly, kneeling down in front of her. She then remembered who this was, and her left hand found her wand, gripping it tightly. “What is it? What’s wrong?” There was a tenderness in her voice, for she never liked to see people cry. But, of course, this was a girl who had brutally attacked many students, so she kept her distance.
Alecto looked up at Lucy, her face contourted with fake pain. She reached a shaking hand out, grasping Lucy’s hand. Without warning she pulled Lucy toward her, a hint of metal glinting in the moonlight before she drove her dagger into the girl’s abdomen. A sly grin replaced her anguished expression. “Well that was easy,” she murmured triumphantly, watching the girl fall back. “Aw don’t worry. As long as I did it right, I shouldn’t have pierced any major organs. You won’t die from this. In fact, I read that only about a 2% mortality rate. Crazy right? Who would have guessed. That’s the beauty of a stomach wound. You bleed out slowly. Lucky you! You get to be awake for every second of it.” She kneeled, looking down at Lucy. “Man, that sure looks painful. Does it hurt Mudblood?”
When Alecto looked up at Lucy, concern spread across her face. She shook herself out of it. She didn’t like this girl. She shouldn’t be sympathizing. But in the end, she couldn’t help it. It was an instinct. Alecto reached out for her hand, and she let her take it. And then, Lucy felt the most horrible pain she had ever had the displeasure of experiencing stab through her abdomen. The girl gasped and fell backwards. That was it, she thought. She would die here. She should have trusted herself and not come. Her hands pressed over her wound to try and stop the blood flow, but it had already started seeping through her Hufflepuff sweater. She had never experienced any mutilation this unbearable. It was so agonizingly painful she believed she would rather die than endure it. Momentarily, not a single coherent thought was in her head, other than she couldn’t give Alecto the satisfaction of knowing how much it hurt.
Once she had collected herself, she acted on an impulse and swung her fist as hard as she could, it connecting with Alecto’s nose. She heard a loud crack, and tried to decide what to do. She was too wounded to stand, so her last resort was a healing charm. She hastily grabbed her wand before any more blood was lost. Her survival instincts were on high alert, even though she said the stab wasn’t fatal. But she had learned not to trust Alecto. She pointed her wand at the wound. “Vulnera Sanentur,” she murmured desperately, hoping it would work.
Lucy had been sprawled out on her bed trying to read her French book, but none of the words seemed to register. She closed it, frustrated. Since she was already rolled over to put the book on her nightstand, she put her Rubber Soul album on her record player. On her side she stayed, looking at old pictures of herself, Ben, and their mother. Some in goofy positions. A few were them on holidays. And some were just the three of them, smiling. Happy. But she couldn’t come to her brother nor her mother for help.
Help? No, she didn’t need that anymore. She shook the thought from her head. She was getting better… It was just that she had little to no desire to come out of her room. Lost in her thoughts and the sound of The Beatles, she drifted asleep in the middle of “Norwegian Wood,” comforted by the familiarity of the chords and the fluidness of John Lennon’s voice.
She was awakened with the creaking of a door. Although it was unnecessary to open her eyes to see that it was her roommate, she did, but only half-lidded. Lucy perked up when she saw her friend had food. “I love you to death, Hes,” she said, sitting up. She patted the spot next to her while she took a chocolate frog. “What’s this for?” she inquired, unwrapping the sweet.
Hestia took a seat on the bed gently next to her friend who visibly cheered up at the sight of the treats she had brought. Lucy grabbing one and plopping it in her mouth, sighing with contentment. Chocolate did seem to have the ability to cheer one up, even in the most of depressing times. The Beatles, a band both girls favored and fancied quite a lot, was playing softly in the background. Hestia smiled cheekily. “What? Can’t a friend bring their most favorite person some sweets?” she laughed lightly at the end, taking a sweet herself and biting into it. Warmth spread from the tip of her tongue and through her stomach. “And I hope you’d love!”
“Okay well … it might be an apology thing as well.” she stated softly, leaning closely towards Lucy with a small, apologetic smile. “I don’t think I’ve been a good friend.”
When in fact, she hadn’t. Hestia hadn’t been there for her friend who was hurting, who refused to come out of their dorm, and they only spoke for the longest time when Lucy needed her homework or notes. Guilt flooded her heart and before the fair-haired Hufflepuff could see what was coming towards her, the brunette tackled her in a hug, squeezing tightly. How could she have gotten caught up in the glittering life of a crush that would most likely not come true? It was ridiculous. Plus, wasn’t this against the girl code or such … Hestia figured it was and that only added towards the guilt. She hadn’t been a good friend or good Hufflepuff. She sighed deeply, a bit dramatically even for she was a dramatic person.
“I’m so, so sorry, Lucyloo!” Hestia begged, releasing her from a hug and grabbing her hand instead. “You’ve been there for me and my silly rantings over frivolous things and when you’re actually hurting, where am I?”
In the library, blushing and gawking at a Remus Lupin. How silly and girl-ish of her.
“Forgive me, please? I swear on my … my … my own stash of sweets that my Mum packed me that I’ll be a good friend from now on!” Hestia exclaimed, rising from the bed with a raised fist towards the ceiling. If it were anyone else, someone might have thought she gone mad, but it was Lucy of all people and she knew that her best friend was … well, a bit mad, but meant the best in madness.
“So do you forgive me?” she asked, chewing her lip nervously like she’s always done.
Lucy looked over at Hestia curiously when she apologized. Sure, she hadn’t spoken with her all that much about her problems lately… alright, virtually none. But Lucy couldn’t get mad at her best friend. Hestia was one of the only people she had. “It’s okay, Hes–– oof!” she exclaimed when the girl enveloped her in a huge hug.
Anyone else would have been surprised by this, but she only was momentarily, used to this behavior. Hestia was just being too hard on herself, something Lucy had been doing quite a bit lately. It was, for the most part, a common characteristic among Hufflepuffs.
She was released from the rib-crushing hug, and Hestia took her hand instead. “Hestiapoo, don’t beat yourself up about it!” she said after she thought Hestia had finished speaking, but her friend had leapt up from the bed and thrust her fist into the air.
Lucy sighed patiently, waiting for her to be finished. When she bit her lip like she had done as long as she could remember, Lucy scrunched up her nose in return. The girls just had signals like that. “Of course I forgive you, doll! It wasn’t even that big of a deal. You’re here now, aren’t you?” Lucy gave her friend a small smile, patting her hand.
Alecto shivered with anticipation, waiting in the tower for Lucy to arrive .She took a ribbon from her pocket, tying up her hair as she always did if things were about to get bloody. She reached into her robe pocket, a small smile touching the corner of her lips as her fingers grazed the contents. The smile only grew wider as she heard hesitant footsteps coming up the stairs. She took her place in a corner adjacent from the door and kneeled down, face in her hands, her shoulders shaking with fake sobs.
Lucy made sure her wand was tucked carefully in her pocket before going up to the Astronomy Tower. She didn’t trust Alecto, not one bit; she couldn’t believe she had agreed to come in the first place. Her steps to the Tower were careful, and when she made it to the staircase, she paused, dreading whatever she needed to talk about that was so “extremely important.” Finally, she gulped and uncertainly walked up the stairs, to find a sobbing Alecto, her hands covering her face and her shoulders shaking. Lucy froze. “Alecto?” she asked quietly, kneeling down in front of her. She then remembered who this was, and her left hand found her wand, gripping it tightly. “What is it? What’s wrong?” There was a tenderness in her voice, for she never liked to see people cry. But, of course, this was a girl who had brutally attacked many students, so she kept her distance.
| What do you think of Peter and Cyprien? | ◤ |  Anonymous |
I think… that if this is what they want, that’s all that matters. From what I’ve seen, they seem to be happy when they’re together. Of course, it’s not doing much for my mental health… but it doesn’t really matter what I think.
