𝐢. 𝐌𝐈𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐂𝐎𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐂 ; harry j. potter ( UNEDITED )

069. "a moment to say I don't owe you a goddamn thing."

I'm done with this already...

Anyway, enough about me, tell me how you're doing there with Ron and Hermione! Are they doing good?

I hope to hear more from you, since your letters are the only thing that's at least keeping me alive and not make me want to purposely bend my neck and die already. Toodles!

Yours truly,
Lucie.

Harry sighed and leaned against the window as he pondered over her letter that was in his hand; Lucia was never to complain much, which meant that the thing her adoptive parents were doing was really hurting her now. He wished he could just drag her out of their house and bring her here...

Wait a minute... can he?

In the north side of the country, Lucia DiFiore laid idly on her bed, a floral journal on her lap as she looked out at the summer world outside of her window. She hated this.

Why did she have to do this again? Why was she so hellbent to 'repay' the Beaumonts for things they hardly ever done? All they did was caused her pain, so why was she so naturally hellbent to compensate them when in reality, she didn't have to. She wasn't the one that chose to be adopted, so why was she getting the short end of the stick?

She leaned back her head on her pillow in distress. Nothing she do here was enough for them. Nothing she do was satisfying to them, whether it'd be a whole performance with every single prop she learnt to use, or if she were to do artistic gymnastic and play with bars, she would never be enough for them.

She should've been done long ago, but instead she decided in continuing with the torture.

She really was a masochist, huh?

Tired would be an understatement as to what she was feeling currently. All she wanted was to... be release. Like the butterflies that were fluttering outside her window.

"Would you look who's recuperating from almost breaking her back!"

Turning her gaze to the doorway, Lucia made to let out a small groan; Hugo Beaumont entered his little sister room with a a deck of cards and a plate of sandwiches in his hand, as Leon Casimir followed in behind his best friend with a tray of orange juice in his hand.

"How are you doing, Lucia?" he asked, setting down the juice on her bedside.

She managed a smile at him, "I'm doing better than last time," said Lucia, before snapping her eyes at her older brother, "And for the last time, idiot, I did not almost break my back!" she threw a pillow at him.

Hugo swiftly caught it and smiled. "Whatever you say," he sang, before looking around the room to the empty pillow in the corner of her room. "By the way, where's that little ferret of yours? You really don't want Mum or anyone else to find out about it,"

"You don't have to worry about him." Lucia brushed his words off, wincing as she attempted to reach for the orange juice. "He'll come back,"

Leon scrunched his nose grimly. "Really, what was Mrs. Beaumont even thinking? She knew your back hurts," he said as he helped her out with the juice.

"That's just it," said Hugo. "She doesn't think."

"Why do you even keep up with her?" Leon inquired her, but Lucia merely leaned back on the pillow on her back.

She no longer had any idea as to why she continued to keep up with Mrs. Beaumont's orders when there was really no need for her to do so in the first plcae. Well, perhaps it was because she was scared, but she wasn't anymore, was she?