Lucille Carrow
I wake up from a killer headache. And a bucket of ice cold water in my face. I sputter and jump up and glare at my attacker. Olivia looks down at me, innocently whistling like she didn't just drop ice water over me. She wordlessly hands me a towel which I grab with a annoyed frown.
"What was that for, Ollie?"
My best friend, and roommate, Olivia May smiles innocently at me. "You were sleeping and wouldn't wake up. I seriously though you was in a coma." I scowl at her, trying to hide my own smile
"So you though giving me a shower was a good idea?" I pul my wet shirt over my head and throw it over the chair in the corner. Sits sat down on her own bed. "You overslept, Lucy. We have to be in the great hall in 5 minutes. So I woke you up and gave you a shower at the same time."
Stripping of my other clothes I give her another playful glare. "You are just fantastic." I muttered under my breath, quickly dressing myself in some dry and warm clothes. I am shivering from the cold. Could she not at least use warm water?
It's March and still quite cold outside, even in the halls it's better to be dressed in a warm clothes. There are some warmth spells to keep the great hall and classrooms warm but some of the professors believe that it's better for the students to learn in the cold, hence there are no warmth spells in the halls.
The only thing that really bothers me is that now all the flowers we have set in the hallways will die. A few weeks back many hufflepuffs sneaked out at night to decorate the halls. We noticed that many students seemed to have a gloomy mood and wanted to cheer them up. Now all that work is for nothing.
Ollie grabs my hand and drags me out of our dorm, through the already empty common room, she was right we are late, and throws open the door that ends in the kitchen.
We both pull up the end of our robes to run faster. You didn't get detention for being late at breakfast but you would miss all the best food. There is almost no better motivation.
We arrive panting, both smiling like fools. Ollie pushes the door open and we slip inside. Luckily for us the food hasn't arrived yet.
I spot some of our friends at the hufflepuff table and smile. Without waiting for Ollie who is talking to a boy from ravenclaw, they are paired for a group project, I skip towards my friends.
"Good morning." I hum, sitting down beside Georgia. She smiles at me and hands me a plate. My friends greet me cheerfully. They seem very happy this morning, or maybe they are just trying very hard not to laugh at my sleepy head.
Well all but James who is openly chuckling at me.
I grab a glass of apple juice while eating like I have no idea what they are laughing about. This is not the first time they have seen me like this. At least 3 times a week I'm a zombie at breakfast. They tried to convince me to go to bed earlier but I will not let them take away my book time.
I sip my apple juice and look around the table. A smile plays around my lips as I watch my friends talk and joke around. My circle of friends has 6 members.
Olivia May, my best friend since the first year. The sorting head took 7 minutes to decide to place her in hufflepuff and not in ravenclaw. She is the friend I go to with my homework, she's a genius yet somehow the most chaotic of us all.
Georgia Cameron, some wonder why she is even in hufflepuff. She's described, often by herself, as the perfect diva. Everything about her is always on point, her clothes, hair everything. She's like the mom of out friends, wise yet a little crazy.
James Brown, he is very intimidating, maybe even more than Georgia. I like being around him because he might look scary nothing is less true. He's a teddy bear and we love him for it. He's so sweet and always in for a hug.
Benjamin Parker, he's the most shy of our friends. He was bullied a lot in his first year which makes him more quiet and shy, unless he's with us. Than he's a chaotic ball of energy.
And last but not least, me. Lucille Carrow, but everyone calls be Lucy. Book obsessed and has no self control. My encounter from last night is the prove of that. A shiver runs down my back at what happened. I would like to believe it was nothing but a dream. Unfortunately I know better, I can still feel his ice cold touch on my face.
A croissant hits me in the face.
I blink a few times and hear the excited laughter around me. I glare at the culprit.
James smiles innocently. "What?" He asks. "You wanted a croissant." Oh he was so dead.
Before I could start a food war which would undoubtedly lead to detention for the whole hall, the head master started speaking. I will be honest with you, I didn't catch a single word of what he was saying. Every time I tried to listen, my mind started to wonder.
Mostly to last night.
I shook my head, trying to ignore the feeling in my gut. The feeling that told me to run, and never look back.
Breakfast was a boring affair. Me and my friends were chatting but none of us had anything exciting to share. And I honestly couldn't care less if James would be a better beater or chaser.
Owls entered the hall, flying above our heads, making the first year shout in amazement. Even after a few months, they were still impressed by the sight. I couldn't blame them, it was a beautiful sight.
A brown owl flew over my head, dropping a letter in my hands. I frowned slightly. I did not get letters often, I didn't have anyone to write.
I turned the letter around, my eyes falling on the writing on the back.
To Lucille Carrow,
from her beloved father
I almost laughed out loud. My beloved father did nothing but drink and spend our money. I didn't think I would ever call him that, even less so him calling himself that. It was probably another letter, written when he was drunk. It wouldn't be the first time.
I opened the letter, curious about what my father would want to tell me.
With shaking hands, I put the letter down. I could hear people speak around me, but their voices blended in till I could hear nothing but a ringing sound. My hands clasped around the letter, pressing hard enough the rip the paper between my fingers.
It felt like I couldn't breath, yet air filled my lungs. A soft sound escaped from my lips, like a wounded animal. I felt Ollie shift beside me. She send me a question look, obviously worried about me. Her silence and gaze brought me the attention of my other friends.
I jumped up, grabbed my cloak and left as quickly as possible. I ignored their calls and shouts. With one hand I pushes the doors open, slipping through the small opening. I sigh in relive when I feel the cold air of the hallways on my face.
The big hall was too much for me, their voices, the warmth. Most importantly the worried glances of my friends. Especially Olivia. She knows me better than anyone. If anyone would notice my discomfort, it would be her. And it she notices it, she will want to know the reason.
I do not want to explain her. Not about last night. Not about the letter. I lean against the wall, closing my eyes for a second.
Try to think positive! Maybe the letter was a joke, maybe he was too drunk to know what he was writing?
Bullshît. I knew that, but what is the point of sulking in your own misery? It would only make me feel worse. With that thought in my mind, I straightened my back and put a smile on my face. First I needed to get my books for the day, and than running to be on time for potions.
I hummed a Melody under my breath, a long forgotten song my mother used to sing for me.
If I had payed attention to my surroundings, I would have noticed the pair of brilliant green eyes that hadn't left me for a second. I would have noticed the sinister look in those eyes, I would have seen the smirk playing around his lips. Though never, in a million years, I would have guessed what a horrors were hidden behind those gorgeous eyes. I would never had guessed about the things he would do, the deaths he would cause, I would never have guessed those eyes meant my end.