Character Bios: Lucy
This week's bio:
Title: Lucy
Rating: PG
Genre: General
A/N: Many thanks to my beta
shina_laris
I hate Hogwarts. I want to go there so badly though. Molly fills her letters with stories about meeting new people, which doesn't sound like fun at all, but she also mentions the new spells and potions she's learning. I wish Molly hadn't gone off to Hogwarts.
It's not just that I miss my sister; that's not why I'm upset she's gone. I'm upset because Mother and Father are upset. It's been three months since she left and they've both been moping around like she's dead and gone, instead of just a train ride or Floo journey away.
Father is pathetic. He wanders around in the evenings, picking up pictures of Molly and smiling at her. I've seen him sit in Molly's room and stare at things as if he can't believe she's gone.
Mother is even worse though. She hates working on my lessons with me, I suppose because the chair next to mine at the table sits empty now. I've had to make up assignments for myself out of my textbooks for the last six weeks. Even worse, Mother keeps dragging me along on her shopping trips. She used to take Molly and leave me at home with my books, but I think she's trying to use me to replace Molly.
I hate this. When Molly was around to occupy my parents’ attention, I could curl up in my bed and spend all afternoon reading a book or researching some interesting potions or spells. I enjoy learning and I would much rather spend my time learning spells I can't practice yet than being dragged about Diagon Alley by Mother. Father keeps trying to have conversations about cauldron bottoms with me too, something Molly would have put up with, but which bores me to death.
Plus, when Molly was home, she was always willing to listen to me talk. I love to discuss all of the things I learn or the books that I read. Father usually just nods absentmindedly as I talk, working on some paperwork he brought home from the office. Mother starts out interested in what I have to say, but one of her friends will call her up or she'll spot a magazine sitting on the counter and I'll lose all of her attention. Molly never does that when I talk to her. She sits and listens to me and discusses things with me. She'll help me with my homework if I need it, or she'll lounge on my rug while I describe to her whatever adventure took place in the last book I read.
I guess I miss her a lot too. Mother and Father are pathetic in their wishes that she was here, but I've been moping about a little bit too. Molly just has a way of brightening up the whole world around her. I can't do that, but I wouldn't want to. The shadows are where I spend my time and where I am happiest. Being the centre of attention has always been Molly's thing, not mine.
My world is the world of knowledge. Reading about history or potions or ancient legends is my passion. I can and have spent whole days sitting in the comfy armchair in the living room with a whole stack of books. I'll read about anything and everything. My uncles give me hand-me-down Quidditch books and I ransack my aunt's houses for old magazines. Mother doesn't know, but I've read her whole romance book collection, the one she hid in her closet so I couldn't find it. Even the most tawdry of those books had some new knowledge in it, and that is why I read. I read so that I can learn.
I know most of the main constellations in the sky and why earthquakes happen. The histories of the last wizarding war and the last Muggle war each have a place in my head. Why is the sky blue, why is grass green, and why does the moon wax and wane are all questions I know the answer to. It's not enough though. I want to perform the spells I know and create the potions I have read about. I want to go to Hogwarts to learn. I don't care about making friends or playing Quidditch. All I want to do is to learn why you can transfigure a toothpick into a needle and how to throw off the Imperius Curse. I want to spend hours in the library reading up on every subject they have books on. I want to study things I can't learn at home, learn about Muggles and curses and magical creatures.
And I want my sister. At Hogwarts I will still have my sister there to keep me company while I read or to talk to about my latest discovery. I won't feel lost and alone and ignored like I do now. I won't be expected to take my sister's place because she will be there making everything all right. I love Hogwarts for the knowledge it stands for, but I hate it for taking my sister away from me.
Other Bios: Teddy - Victoire - Fred - Dominique - Molly
Title: Lucy
Rating: PG
Genre: General
A/N: Many thanks to my beta
shina_laris
I hate Hogwarts. I want to go there so badly though. Molly fills her letters with stories about meeting new people, which doesn't sound like fun at all, but she also mentions the new spells and potions she's learning. I wish Molly hadn't gone off to Hogwarts.
It's not just that I miss my sister; that's not why I'm upset she's gone. I'm upset because Mother and Father are upset. It's been three months since she left and they've both been moping around like she's dead and gone, instead of just a train ride or Floo journey away.
Father is pathetic. He wanders around in the evenings, picking up pictures of Molly and smiling at her. I've seen him sit in Molly's room and stare at things as if he can't believe she's gone.
Mother is even worse though. She hates working on my lessons with me, I suppose because the chair next to mine at the table sits empty now. I've had to make up assignments for myself out of my textbooks for the last six weeks. Even worse, Mother keeps dragging me along on her shopping trips. She used to take Molly and leave me at home with my books, but I think she's trying to use me to replace Molly.
I hate this. When Molly was around to occupy my parents’ attention, I could curl up in my bed and spend all afternoon reading a book or researching some interesting potions or spells. I enjoy learning and I would much rather spend my time learning spells I can't practice yet than being dragged about Diagon Alley by Mother. Father keeps trying to have conversations about cauldron bottoms with me too, something Molly would have put up with, but which bores me to death.
Plus, when Molly was home, she was always willing to listen to me talk. I love to discuss all of the things I learn or the books that I read. Father usually just nods absentmindedly as I talk, working on some paperwork he brought home from the office. Mother starts out interested in what I have to say, but one of her friends will call her up or she'll spot a magazine sitting on the counter and I'll lose all of her attention. Molly never does that when I talk to her. She sits and listens to me and discusses things with me. She'll help me with my homework if I need it, or she'll lounge on my rug while I describe to her whatever adventure took place in the last book I read.
I guess I miss her a lot too. Mother and Father are pathetic in their wishes that she was here, but I've been moping about a little bit too. Molly just has a way of brightening up the whole world around her. I can't do that, but I wouldn't want to. The shadows are where I spend my time and where I am happiest. Being the centre of attention has always been Molly's thing, not mine.
My world is the world of knowledge. Reading about history or potions or ancient legends is my passion. I can and have spent whole days sitting in the comfy armchair in the living room with a whole stack of books. I'll read about anything and everything. My uncles give me hand-me-down Quidditch books and I ransack my aunt's houses for old magazines. Mother doesn't know, but I've read her whole romance book collection, the one she hid in her closet so I couldn't find it. Even the most tawdry of those books had some new knowledge in it, and that is why I read. I read so that I can learn.
I know most of the main constellations in the sky and why earthquakes happen. The histories of the last wizarding war and the last Muggle war each have a place in my head. Why is the sky blue, why is grass green, and why does the moon wax and wane are all questions I know the answer to. It's not enough though. I want to perform the spells I know and create the potions I have read about. I want to go to Hogwarts to learn. I don't care about making friends or playing Quidditch. All I want to do is to learn why you can transfigure a toothpick into a needle and how to throw off the Imperius Curse. I want to spend hours in the library reading up on every subject they have books on. I want to study things I can't learn at home, learn about Muggles and curses and magical creatures.
And I want my sister. At Hogwarts I will still have my sister there to keep me company while I read or to talk to about my latest discovery. I won't feel lost and alone and ignored like I do now. I won't be expected to take my sister's place because she will be there making everything all right. I love Hogwarts for the knowledge it stands for, but I hate it for taking my sister away from me.
Other Bios: Teddy - Victoire - Fred - Dominique - Molly