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Lucy sat on the bench in the changing rooms and tied the laces on her boots. Her hair was tied up in a ponytail, and her denim jacket was charmed to stay warm just in case it was cold up there. She hadn't flown just for the sake of flying since the autumn. She hated the cold, the bite in your fingers, being unable to feel your nose, it was all she could do to get through team practices without wanting to cry, though Lucy Weasley was not a crier. She had just spent the winter mostly being an over sensitive pain in the arse for Barbary, but as team captain and a huge jerk, it was his job to deal with that. Hopefully she'd ease up on the sass just a little bit now that spring was sneaking up on the castle. The slight rise in temperature had convinced her to venture out to the Quidditch pitch with her broom, so if she survived today, she would fare much better in future practices. That didn't mean she was brave enough to go without her warming charm, though.
Her broom slung over her shoulder, she left the changing room and let the door slam shut behind her with a bang, green eyes staring up at the goal hoops high above her. She had crashed into one of them trying to avoid a bludger a few weeks ago, and it had been like slamming into a pole of pure ice. Shuddering at the memory, she mounted her broom and kicked off into the air, starting off slowly and building speed as she began to circle the pitch, deciding that doing a few laps to warm up would be best. The air was crisp, but there was a thaw to it as she sailed around the stands. Her eyes didn't sting, and her light fingerless gloves did the job just fine. She pushed higher until she could see the grounds over the top of the stands, the lake shimmering in the distance as the light began to fade. It would be dark soon. Luce could have sworn she had seen the tip of a tentacle disappearing beneath the surface of the water, but it was far away, it could have just been a shadow reflected on the water from a bird flying over. She pulled her broom to the left, making a sharp turn, and continued her laps of the pitch.
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Post by Louis Arthur Weasley on Jun 23, 2018 18:20:19 GMT
For some reason, nothing Louis tried would clear his head. In all the classes he’d been to that day, when sat in the common room, any attempts to think just hadn’t worked. He couldn’t focus, even on his own reading, and he didn’t know why. He’d ended up snapping at Beatrice so hard that he’d seen himself out of the common room, kind of planning on going through a passageway to Hogsmeade (in the hope that he could have some wine and some air and just chill out), but that had obviously been foiled by some of his cousins lurking near where the passageway was. He really didn’t want to explain to any of the “older cousins” how he was feeling, or risk any kind of teasing/hair ruffling, on that particular day.
So to the Quidditch pitch it was. He was pretty certain he’d left some tracksuit bottoms down in the changing rooms - on the grounds that there was no way he’d have worn them back to the castle - and his broom was still down there after Barbary’s particularly barbarous practise earlier that week, so he didn’t need to take anything with him. Louis swiveled in the middle of the corridor and backtracked, taking as many shortcuts as he could until he reached the doors outside. The air already made him feel better - he wished for a fleeting moment that he could apparate himself home, be on the Riviera or at least the coast of Devon - and he pulled out a cigarette from his pocket. Nothing magic this time, just nicotine.
It was a short walk down to the pitch, but with his current stress levels he was done with the cig by the time he made it. Louis swept his hair out of his eyes, with a quick charm to keep it there, and went into the changing rooms, switching his robes for Muggle sportswear in record time. He went out onto the pitch, feeling the wind ruffle his hair ever-so-slightly, grabbed his broom from the cupboard, and swung his leg over then kicked off in one fluid motion. He flew up towards the stands - this was the right decision he felt so much better - and then caught sight of another figure on the other side of the stands. Louis frowned - red hair? - and then grinned, realising it was Lucy (one of his more favoured relations). He raised a hand in greeting, staying solitary in the stands.
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Her turn took her around the farthest curve of the pitch, but as she followed it round, a figure came into view, hovering at the other end of the pitch near the stands. She couldn't make out who it was from this distance, but as she neared, the blonde hair and slender physique triggered recognition in her, and she found herself smiling as she sped up to reach the intruder. "Hey!" she called out sharply. "This is a private pitch. I booked it for a whole hour." Lies. All lies, but she skidded to a halt in front of Louis and beamed at him. Luce had a lot of cousins - seriously, so many - but Louis was definitely one of her favourites. She sometimes wondered if that was because they shared a house. If she or he had gone to Gryffindor like the majority of their family, would they have been as close? Maybe not, but it didn't matter, they were the brains in a clan full of brawn, and it did have a rather good bonding effect, or so Lucy found.
Louis was always someone who could make Lucy smile. His vanity was hilarious, and his wit just made her day, and despite being a few years older than him, Lucy often felt like he was in charge when they were together, which was refreshing. It took the pressure off of her to be the "older cousin", the more sensible one, the words of wisdom to younger ears, and in the case of Lily, the protector whether she liked it or not. Louis didn't need protecting, and he certainly didn't need wisdom, he just needed love, attention, and good banter, and she could certainly do that without any effort at all. She looked him over carefully. "What brings out out here, Lou?" she asked, wondering why he wasn't with friends. Louis was a spotlight hog, he usually wasn't lacking in company or people to stroke his ego, being out on the pitch alone at this time of day wasn't what Luce would expect of him. But then the same could be said of her. She had enough friends - and hated being alone - to keep her entertained without a bit of solitary flying. Maybe he just wanted a bit of practice, they were on the Ravenclaw team together, she wouldn't question him on putting some extra work in to make sure they came out top at the end of the school year. Besides, she was happy to see him, especially if he planned on sticking around and keeping her company for a while.
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Post by Louis Arthur Weasley on Jul 1, 2018 22:01:59 GMT
Louis threw his head back and laughed, knocking his balance enough that he almost had to spin upside down to catch it. “Lu, that is such a lie.” They both knew full well that if any of the Ravenclaw team had dared to try to actively fly for fun, Barbary would’ve somehow leapt on the opportunity and turned it into full team laps, or whichever particular torture tickled his fancy that way. Urgh, he thought, shaking his head, he did not want to think about Barbary right now, and definitely not the weirdness that he probably needed to have a conversation with his sister about a guy whom he had slept with who was definitely trying to sleep with her. No wonder his head was bloody spinning.
“Ah I - don’t know really.” Louis said, with a half-hearted attempt at an ‘i-don’t-care’ shrug, which he stopped bothering with remembering who he was talking to. He cut the crap with Lucy a lot more than he might’ve with most other people. “I just felt. Y’know - “ he shrugged again, not really sure how to put it. “Wanted to be outside, I guess.” He and Lucy had been put on the team the same year - he’d been itching to do it, convinced it was a part of what made Hogwarts Hogwarts, and she’d tried out in her third year, having not been quite as weirdly eager as weirdly early. It was strange, they hadn’t really known each other that well before - never sticking together in family scenarios the way he had with, say, Hugo, or maybe Lily - but a shared house and then a shared team had made a world of difference. He felt like Lucy got him, in a way that his brasher, impulsive, Gryff/Slyth cousins just .. didn’t. So it maybe didn’t matter that he couldn’t explain how he felt. “What about you, what brings you out here?”
He wanted to add ‘on a night so cold’, but honestly, the stars were so clear and the grounds so empty that he couldn’t complain one bit. It reminded him of that part of Fleurs du mal… he couldn’t remember the poem’s title for the life of him, he’d have to look it up when he got back to the dorm. If he went back tonight, that was.
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Lucy nodded as Louis tried and failed to explain why he had come to the pitch. She got it. She didn't need him to go into detail to try and tell her why he wanted to get away from whatever he was running from. School was stressful, and that was for people who weren't a part of the Weasley/Potter clan, for them it was just even more complicated trying to keep up with everyone, and stressing about everyone else's issues. Lucy tended to take a no bullshit approach to it all. If her cousins were going through something, they knew they could talk to her about anything, she wasn't one to be shocked easily, but she would certainly tell them the truth if they were being dramatic idiots, and she wouldn't actively try and get herself sucked into the middle of their dramas. She checked in on Lily regularly, but that was because the kid was young and had gone through a lot. Everyone else was in a much better position, and did not need coddling.
"Wanna talk about it?" she asked, circling closer to him with a tilt of her head. She didn't have that kind of deep "I need to escape life" reason for being out there, herself, so she shrugged a shrug of her own when Louis asked. "Toughening myself up," she said, raising her chin in a pose that was meant to show strength but just made her look snooty and sickeningly like her dad in that moment. "I'm sick of getting into spats with Barbary because I'm a giant baby flying in the cold." And so far the cold wasn't getting to her at all, but it had only been ten minutes, there was still time for her fingers to start aching from gripping a chilly broom. At least Lou wouldn't care if she started whinging about it, he'd probably just prescribe her a glass of firewhiskey to warm up, and honestly, she wouldn't refuse that. For now, she was comfortable, though if she carried on just hovering on the spot, the cold would seep in faster. "Let's fly," she nodded her head and began to fly slowly so that Louis could move alongside her while they chatted.
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Post by Louis Arthur Weasley on Jul 6, 2018 9:03:15 GMT
“Not really.” Louis answered, pushing his hair out of his face (unnecessary - the charm was already pushing it back - but it gave him something to do with his hands). “I mean, I don’t know what there is to say. I guess I just want this term to end.” And it had been long, and dramatic, and kind of ridiculous. Louis was pretty good at keeping his head out of whatever gossip was chasing through the castle at any given time, predominantly through the fact that he honestly didn’t care, no matter what people might be saying about him - but that didn’t really apply to not caring what people said about his sister. Or his cousins. It was a nightmare, and he wished for not the first time that he’d let his mum send him to Beauxbatons, leaving him with a sensible amount of cousin/sibling/friend-of-cousin-or-sibling interaction in the holidays, rather than being confronted by their sex lives or love lives or just their lives at any given moment.
But then, he figured for the second time that night, he wouldn’t know Lucy as well. Wouldn’t have found this ally, who continually kept him sane. And he would probably have drifted even further from his dad, which would be unideal - and actually, merde, he needed reply to his dad’s last letter. Although the boys in France were undoubtedly better, if his most recent trip to Paris was anything to go by. He could always move there after graduation… which seemed further and further away the more he thought about it.
Louis shook his head. “You’re brave. I’m just planning on sticking with the warming charms until the weather lets up. Well, that and jinxing Barbary if he gets too arsey.” Arsey, a word which when Louis applied it to Argus Barbary sent him to weird and unhelpful places. Anyway. He snickered, looking back at his cousin and noticing her sudden slightly strange resemblance to his uncle Percy, whose regular indignance he didn’t often see on her. “Tell me if you want one,” he added, “charm or Barbary jinx.”
Leaning forward, Louis pushed his broom on, trailing round beside Lucy. “How are you feeling about the team this year? Have you heard anything about James?” James was not one of Louis’ favourite cousins - not for any negative reasons, just because he was much more Dom’s-friend than his. He still wasn’t quite sure what exactly had gone on with the Gryffindor team, but he figured it may at least be a way to get one over on Dom if it meant Ravenclaw beat them in the cup.
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"It's been a weird one," Lucy agreed, dropping her gaze to the grass far below them. Coming back to school after Christmas and having everything be completely different had been horrible at first, and now it had sort of settled into a weird sense of having lost a limb. Without spending all of her free time with Linus, without fitting him into her day as much as possible, and looking forward to kisses underneath the stands after practices, without waiting for him to find her in the library and distract her from her homework, life had just been strange and empty. She had filled it with friends, she was never short of someone to keep her company, and she'd gotten homework done faster, and she went to bed earlier. Those were all good things, if she really thought about it, but it just wasn't the same. It was definitely a term she wouldn't mind getting past, though she did wonder how long it would be before things started to get easier.
Luce gave a snort of laughter when Louis offered to give her a few tips on jinxes to use on Barbary. "I'll take all the jinxes," she said with great enthusiasm. "And someone to do them for me so I don't get kicked off the team." Got to go about it with a pinch of intelligence, there would be no point having fun hexing the team captain and then losing your spot on the team as punishment. Lucy intended to play for Ravenclaw until she graduated, and if anyone tried to take her spot in September's tryouts, Merlin help them, she would not go down without a fight. Her frown at the thought of getting kicked off of the team deepened at the mention of James. He had left the Gryffindor team high and dry, which had shocked pretty much everyone, but Lucy hadn't actually talked to him about it properly. She'd gaped at him from across the other side of the great hall when she'd found out, but confronting him hadn't been something she'd had chance to do. Understandably certain members of the team had been pretty upset, but Lucy couldn't lie, she was happy they'd lost one of their best players. It only helped her own team. "I haven't talked to him about it properly," she admitted. "I suppose I should thank him for giving us a leg up for the Quidditch Cup, but aside from that he seems happy. I figure... let him be." She could practically smell victory now, they were going to win it this year without James to make it difficult.
Post by Louis Arthur Weasley on Aug 3, 2018 9:36:47 GMT
Louis looked at Lucy and frowned. Her and Linus’ splitting up had been - well, it had been weird and unexpected tho him at least. They’d always seemed like a good match, passionate about similar things, in a way that Louis had thought meant it would last. And that two years had seemed to imply it would as well. Louis wasn’t spectacular at helping with breakups, on the grounds that most people didn’t seem to want a blunt “well if it was going to last then it would have”, although he could definitely do the “let’s get drunk and spend ferocious amounts of money on making you feel better”. So he’d bought Lucy drinks and been there as much as he could - and added their relationship to a mental list of ‘things i need to think about more’. Despite all that, he figured he should at least try to offer some kind of support. “Are you doing okay?”
He smirked. “Barbary wouldn’t dare kick either of us off, we’re too necessary to his team’s success. And, thus, his ego.” Louis had no plans to leave the team any time soon - Quidditch was the only thing he really did with his time that involved other people - very deliberately - and he didn’t have any interest in growing to tolerate (and even like) a whole new group of people. He liked Quidditch, he liked the team, he liked winning and he liked feeling a part of something. And he loved flying. Maybe it wasn’t worth the risk. But he couldn’t honestly convince himself that he would be legitimately risking his place on the team. He was too necessary to Barbary’s ego.
“Dom was… she wasn’t happy. I haven’t spoken to him but then - ” he shrugged. He didn’t know if he would’ve done either way. He and James weren’t exactly the closest, and Louis didn’t really know what he could say, or what he should or would. He never knew what to say to James, and particularly with anything that got near emotions. Which he was presuming (or hoping) that James was - because if it wasn’t some kind of emotional thing, who knew what kind of psychopathic thing James was doing. “He’s so dramatic.” Louis would enjoy his pass time of ‘trying to know all the gossip, ever’ much more if it wasn’t always about people he was related to.
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