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Lucy Mae Weasley

"Only the gentle are ever really strong."

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a character in “The Cursed Children”, originally authored by lightningpoint, as played by RolePlayGateway

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β€œ Only the gentle are ever really strong. ”
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F U L LxxN A M ExxxLucy Mae Weasley

N I C K N A M E SxxxHer friends usually refer to her as Luce, but her parents and family call her Lu-Mi, a combination of her first and middle name which sounds much more Asian than her full name does.

B I R T H D A T ExxxOctober 16, 2005

A G ExxxFifteen

Z O D I A CxxS I G NxxxVirgo

N A T I O N A L I T YxxxEnglish

G E N D E RxxxCisgender female

S E X U A L I T YxxxCloseted homosexual and homoromantic

S P E C I E SxxxHuman and witch

B L O O DxxS T A T U SxxxHalf-blood

Y E A RxxxFifth

O C C U P A T I O NxxxStudent




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H O U S ExxxHufflepuff

W A N DxxxLarch wood with a phoenix feather core, 12 ΒΌ" and surprisingly swishy flexibility.

B R O O MxxxThunderbolt VII

Q U I D D I T C HxxxHufflepuff Chaser and replacement Seeker - also a big fan of the Nigerian National Quidditch team.

C L U B SxxxMember of the Herbology Club, and the Potions Club.

P E TxxxA Japanese Bobtail cat named Mika.

P A T R O N U SxxxA dapple grey horse.

B O G G A R TxxxHer family finding out she's homosexual and disapproving of it.

O . W . L . ' sxxxHasn't taken them yet.









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H E I G H Txxx4' 8" or 149 cm

W E I G H Txxx92 pounds or 42 kg

B O D YxxB U I L DxxxPetite

S K I NxxT O N ExxxLight

D I S T I N G U I S H I N GxxM A R K SxxxShe has a beauty mark on her left upper cheek and that's about it. No freckles, piercings or tattoos to flaunt, nor permanent scars to mark her body.

E Y ExxC O L O RxxxDark brown

H A I RxxC O L O RxxxDark brown

O V E R A L LxxA P P E A R A N C ExxxContrary to popular belief, not all Weasleys are freckled red-heads, and Lucy is one of the few who breaks that stereotype. She looks more like her mother than her father, having inherited her mother's asian facial features, along with hair and eye color and height. Lucy's more of a midget than a human - her cousins used to make fun of her by telling her she'd been adopted by her parents and was actually the biological daughter of goblins with how small she'd always been. Being more of a tomboy, Lucy doesn't really worry about hair, makeup of working out to get a better body. She's quite simple really, and would rather wear jeans and tennis shoes than heels and a dress any day. She's in no way hot or sexy, she's more of a cute and tiny ball of sunshine, who laughs too loud and smiles too often, but has the mouth of a sailor. Looks can be deceiving, and she's the living proof.


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L I K E SxxxLucy's quite a simple girl - she's rather tomboy-ish so she likes Quidditch better than she likes romance movies. She's a sucker for Muggle superhero comic books and you can always find her curled up in the libary reading the newest edition of Captain America or Spiderman. She's vegetarian, a rather odd trait for a witch her age, but since it's 2022 no one should be surprised. She loves flowers and has a talent for gardening and stereotypically, of course, Herbology. She loves old-school rock music and dancing around when no one's watching. Cursing comes naturally to her, and her favorite curse word is and will always be fuck. She loves wearing hats and can almost always be found wearing a new one every day, breaking the dress code like a boss.

D I S L I K E SxxxLucy hates animal abuse, whether it's to normal animals or magical beasts, she stands alongside those creatures and wants to be their voice. That's why she went vegetarian, and has developed a deep hatred for meat - she doesn't judge meat-eaters though. She hates hanging out around big crowds and would rather no go to parties or get-togethers. She hates close-minded and ignorant people and will jump at any chance she gets to defend her point of view against those who antagonize her. She doesn't do makeup, at all, and is willing to avoid it at all costs.




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P E R S O N A L I T YxxxLucy's not your average small Asian. Her personality completely breaks the stereotype of her looks, and even though she looks like she couldn't hurt a fly (but let's be honest, she really would never hurt one intentionally) she's the complete opposite of her stuck-up father. She grew up in a very serious environment, which caused her to explode once she got to Hogwarts were she could finally be herself without her parents breathing down her neck and expecting her to act like the perfect little lady she's not.

She curses more often than not, and loves being right. She's just, loyal and fiercely passionate about what she loves. She'll always work hard and play fair, respecting everyone no matter who they are - unless they say something bad about her Muggle comic books, then she'll explode. She's smart, funny, quite shy when she's not around people she knows well and very curious.

Even though she'd rather hang out by herself, she enjoys having people to talk to and share ideas with. Also, she can never pass down the opportunity to play-fight with her friends or insult them (in a loving way, of course, because that's just how she works). She's energetic, always running around everywhere excitedly and jumping up and down without getting tired. She's competitive against the other houses when it comes to Quidditch games, but works fantastic in her team. She's an amazing student but can get distracted quite easily. Overall Lucy's a little ball of curse words and bubbly-ness.


F E A R SxxxJust like her boggart, Lucy's one and only fear is her family finding out her sexuality and disapproving of her. She knows her aunts, uncles and cousins will most likely accept her but because her father's such a conservative man she's scared he'll be disappointed at her.

S E C R E T SxxxShe's homosexual, but has only told one person about it.



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F A M I L YxxxAudrey Weasley-Saito (mother / 42), Percy Weasley (father / 46), Molly Weasley II (sister / 17)

H I S T O R Yxxxwip.

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P L A Y E Rxxxlightningpoint or Fern

F A C ExxC L A I MxxxKiko Mizuhara

H E XxxC O D Exxx#9F818A

T I M E Z O N ExxxCST

S O N G SxxxGirls Like Girls - Hayley Kiyoko and Pity Party - Melanie Martinez





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So begins...

Lucy Mae Weasley's Story

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Frank woke up at the crack of dawn, sponged in between his two sisters. The bright sun peaking in between the blind's in his sister's bedroom window. He rubbed his eyes, sitting up in the bed, trying to not wake up the either of them. He pulled his phone out of his pocket and glanced at the screen, the time read: 5:18am. He groaned and maneuvered himself between Alice and Grace to leave the bedroom. First mission: Get yourself a coffee, Frank. He managed to make his way to the kitchen, without toppling over. He searched for the coffee, "I knew it." Nothing. He knew his mother had forgotten something. Great. Now he needed to find something to entertain him. Annoying his sisters could work. He stumbled back to the bedroom, plomping himself back in the bed, all so subtly. Sprawling his arms over the two of them and yawning loudly. "Wake uppppp~" He complained in a groan. They would probably need to wake up anyway, because knowing Alice she probably spent the night before, which was dedicated to packing bags and sending off their parents, patting Puck and watching the Quidditch game on the TV.

Grace could hear her brother Frank trying to wake up the two remaining sleeping girls, but decided to thoroughly ignore him. The night before she had been kept up by both of her siblings because, once again, they made Grace sleep in between them - and she could swear that at one point in the night they were going to swallow her up between both of their bodies. Yes, compared to her siblings Grace was what some would call tiny, but not tiny enough to sleep comfortably cocooned between Frank and Alice like a cat. She took a peak at Alice's sleeping frame and Frank's sprawled out body through half-open eyelids, but turned away from the boy and decided to give herself five more minutes of rest. She fucking deserved them.

Alice's least favorite part of any given day was waking up. If there wasn't Quidditch practice, it wasn't worth it, and she wished the rest of the world would just leave her alone. She also had a tendency to sleep like the dead when she wasn't sleeping alone, so she didn't notice Frank leaving the bed at all. At least, not with Grace's presence still there. Plus, she was having a really spectacular dream, in which there was a Dragon she was working with and quite possibly taming. It wasn't a career path she'd really considered before, but she made a subconscious note to call up Charlie Weasley later. Frank was back. Alice cracked an eye open. "No," she mumbled.

Hearing Alice's voice made Grace snap out of the lazy trance she was in, and realize they both really needed to get up. It was, after all, very important to get to King's Cross on time. If they were late (again) their parents would surely have a breakdown. And so she slowly sat down on the bed, rubbing her eyes with her right hand and shaking Alice with her left. "Hey lazy bum, get up."

Frank was just getting comfortable when Grace decided that getting up was actually a decent idea. He groaned, pulling himself out of bed. Again. He ran a hand through his hair and rubbed his eyes and he got up to his feet, looking to Grace and Alice. "So, what about breakfast?"

"No," Alice said again, stronger this time, as she turned her back on her siblings and pulled the blankets up over her head. Honestly though, as much as she wanted to stay in bed, they both knew she'd get up the second they actually moved to leave. She hated sleeping alone, even for short periods of time.

"I can make us some bacon and eggs," Grace offered, ignoring Alice's grunts and talking to Frank instead. She dragged herself off the bed, stretched her arms over her head and made her way to the kitchen. Once there, she got everything out to start cooking.

Frank stretched his long arms out in front of him, and turned his neck quickly to the door, with a crack. "Fine, as long as Alice doesn't cook again." He remembered what happened last time. She was lucky she didn't set the whole kitchen on fire. He followed Grace out in to the kitchen. Frank took it upon himself to be the certified taste tester, taking a piece of bacon for, what seemed like, every two minutes.

"My cooking is not that bad," Alice grumbled, a good ten minutes later when she finally managed to maker her way into the kitchen. Her eyes were barely open, long hair a tangled mess falling around her shoulders, and she only made it far enough to collapse against Frank's back. "Do we have to go to school?" she muttered sleepily. "Lets just skip it."

"Alice we've talked about this before - you want to be a professional Quidditch player? You need to graduate from Hogwarts." Grace said, rolling her eyes but not being able to hold back a smile at her sister's reluctance to go to school. She quickly placed two sunny side up eggs and three pieces of bacon on each plate and took hers to the table to eat.

Frank took one more piece of bacon that sizzled on the pan, as Alice fell straight on to his backside. "Hogwarts isn't that bad. Classes aren't that bad and I mean, you have friends. And Quidditch." Personally, Frank was missing the company of Lucy and Lorcan at his side 24/7. And seeing Dominique wasn't a con either. And he was in anticipation of actually getting a spot in the Quidditch team this year. He took a plate of breakfast, and may or may not have stolen a piece of bacon from each of his sister's plates.

"Mm," Alice hummed, noncommittally. This was fairly normal, she was never happy to leave, though she was generally fine once they got back in the swing of things. "Why can't Quidditch season last all year?" She finally separated herself from her brother and grabbed her own plate, going to her usual spot at the breakfast table. She sat on top of it instead of in a chair though, balancing her food in her lap with a surly expression.

Grace ignored her siblings' carelessness and ate her plate in silence. After she was done with the breakfast, and could see that Frank and Alice were too, she took all the plates from their hands and shooed them off the table. "All right, now go finish packing up, we've got a long morning ahead of us."

Frank sat down at the table, and ate his serving of food rather quickly. He got up from his chair, "Alright, mom." He chuckled, dropping his empty plate in to her hands and walking to his bedroom, to get dressed and pack the few things he had leftover. His time turner, his wand, his laptop and his Rubik's Cube. Oh, and Artie, but, he was just gonna take him in his home. He walked wheeled his things over to Alice's bedroom, "Well, I'm done. What about you?"

Alice always had a hard time leaving, was the thing. It wasn't that she hated school... she actually really liked it. She was talkative, and playful, and the Hogwarts grounds let her get all of that out. She liked learning, she liked her clubs, she liked Quidditch. She just... liked being home too. She'd figured she would have grown out of it by now, but she hadn't. She'd never quite managed to be as good at being pulled apart from her siblings as they were. So she wasn't packed. Her Quidditch stuff was ready to go, even Puck was in his crate, but Alice was still sitting on her bed, wand tucked in her hair, trunk open and things haphazardly shoved in, but not ready by any means. She looked up, startled, when Frank appeared at her door. "Uh...yeah," she answered, slamming the trunk lid down and trying to get it closed good enough that the locks would meet. It was full, but she knew not everything was in there. "Just... gimme a sec."

Frank watched his sister shove things into her trunk and slam the lid down on to it. "Are you sure you just need a second?" He sighed and picked up a copy of "One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi" from the floor and handed it to her, sitting next to her. "Dad would kill you if you forgot your Herbology books." He smiled, looking towards Puck in his crate.

"Like we don't have them memorized by this point," Alice muttered, but she took the book from him anyway and tried to add it to the mess that was currently her trunk. Puck was glaring out of the crate angrily, but when he saw Frank he perked up a little, like maybe the wizard would take pity on him and release him. Alice only fought with her trunk for a few more minutes before letting out an actual grown and collapsing on top of it. "I need more than just a second."

Gracie was basically the mother out of her two siblings - and she took that role quite proudly. She liked to think of herself as the cool version of her mum, since she rarely scolded Frank and Alice but usually spoiled them by giving them food and such. Today wasn't that day, because she was actually quite worried about getting late to the train station. The first and only time they did it scarred her for life. And so after casting a simple dish-washing spell on the dirty dishes, she quickly made her way to the room her and Alice shared. Unsurprisingly, Alice hadn't finished packing. "Alice I told you to finish packing last night, hurry up you doofus."

Frank smiled as Gracie walked into the room. "We won't be long, trust me." He turned his glance from her to the slightly messy floor. It didn't seem like there were any other stranded books, or pieces of equipment she forgot. He dragged her trunk to him and searched through it. "This isn't so bad. Just need swap around a few things." He moved positions of certain large objects, so everything didn't take up so much space. "Look, it's all good. Ready to go. ---Probably."

Gracie wasn't helping matters, even though Alice knew her sister didn't really mean anything by it. It just settled in as a reminder that Alice was always the last one ready, and probably going to get them in trouble, and she didn't even want to go anyway. She sighed sadly as Frank took her trunk from her, but let it go, and watched with only a slight pout while her brother managed to pack things up better than she ever could. "Okay," she muttered, trying to do one more glance around her room to make sure she had everything. "We can go then. Sorry for the hold up, Gracie."

Grace took her trunk from under her bed and pushed it out, putting her owl Orion's cage on top of it. Then she turned around and walked over to Alice, grabbing her by the shoulders and smiling down at her sister. "It's nothing personal love. I'm just not in the mood for our parents getting mad at us - you know how much I hate confrontation."

Frank got up from the bed, not saying anything, he didn't want to ruin the "sentimental value" of the sister's interaction. He grabbed his trunk, with the toad home on top of it and wheeled it to the front door. "Come on, we might be early this year."

After giving her sister one last squeeze on the shoulders to show her support, Gracie turned around and grabbed her own trunk to follow Frankie out the front door. "Here goes nothin'," she muttered.

Alice took a deep breath and looked around her room one more time. Her eyes caught the corner of a Quidditch poster, one she'd had signed by her favorite Beater. Dad wouldn't let her take it to school, and she was a little thankful now. Gracie was right, she had to graduate. She could do this. She was a big girl. "Okay," she said, grabbed her trunk, and followed her siblings out.

It didn't take long for the siblings to walk their way to King's Cross, it wasn't too far away. He rolled his luggage through the station, and ran between platforms nine and ten, business as usual. As he ran through, he looked upon the Hogwarts Express with a smile. He looked through the crowds, new nervous and wonder-filled first years, but, he was really looking for the familiars. He pulled out his phone and typed out a text.

[ TO Lucy & Lorcan: Where are you? ]

Gracie glanced over her shoulder at Frank and Alice, and found her brother too busy texting his friends. Smiling excitedly she rushed around the station trying to find Nova in the crowd of Hogwarts students. Yes, she could text her, but she wasn't a big fan of technology and stubbornly decided to look for her instead. Too bad she was too short, but Frank wasn't. "Oi Frank, be a good brother and tell me if you see November near us."

Alice snorted a little at Grace's request to borrow their brother's height and glanced around the crowded platform herself. She wasn't sure who she was looking for though, it wasn't like there was anyone she was waiting for. Finally, she started backtracking towards the train. "I'm gonna go ahead and go find a compartment guys. Good luck finding your peeps!"

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Lucy had accidentally fallen asleep because she forgot to set her alarm for that morning - how strange (note the sarcasm). So her day had not started on the best of terms. Of course, her sister Molly had woken up early and was ready by the time their parents called out for them and told them it was time for them to leave to King's Cross station.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck," she muttered while grabbing all of her stuff and trying to make sense of what she was going to take to Hogwarts. Lucy was a horrible packer and she usually brought the most useless stuff with her to school, later on realizing her mistake and regretting it for the rest of the school year.

This time she had limited herself to bring only a couple of Muggle comic books with her, her phone, t-shirts, jeans and her never-ending sneaker collection. Oh, and also all of her school supplies and her Hufflepuff uniform. And her broom. And her Quidditch uniform

She pulled her trunk behind her, grabbed her broomstick from the corner of her room and convinced her cat Mika to lay down on top of her trunk while she wheeled it to the front of her house. As she approached the front door, she could see her parents' faces and how they looked at her in disappointment. Smiling sheepishly, she placed her trunk on the back of their car along with her broomstick and called Mika to join her in the car seat she was sitting at.

The ride to King's Cross was excruciatingly awkward and filled with tension. Lucy had once again managed to slightly piss off her parents, but it's not like she cared too much. Once they parked inside the station and made their way to Platform 9 ΒΎ, Lucy quickly kissed her mother and father goodbye, and without a second look, turned around to look for her friends.

But before she could get too far, she felt her phone vibrate on her pocket. Taking it out, she realized it was a text message from none other than Frank Longbottom. "Speak of the devil and he shall appear." Just as she was writing back a text, she spotted him in the distance, and with a smile, she ran quickly with her trunk in front of her and jumped into the Longbottom's back like a koala. She was tiny, and she loved it.

"Hello moron. Missed me?"x




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Dominique had gotten up extra early that morning to do her hair and makeup for the first day back at school. Because obviously she had to look flawless to make a good first impression - everyone had to think Dom had a fabulous vacation and looked better than ever. That's just how she liked it.

She had her hair up in a purposely messy bun, light pink eyeshadow, lipgloss, and of course her signature outfit: a silky white shirt, blue skinny jeans, a pair of brown women's loafers and a grey coat. As classy and perfect as always, not a spot out of place.

Dom had packed her trunk the night before and had left it at the entrance of their house. So, after breakfast, the only thing she had to do was wait for everyone eagerly at the door. "Dominique, you always hurry so much. Ze train won't be at ze station for another hour and a half," her mother Fleur protested, coming across her daughter standing impatiently next to her stuff. Dom just smiled at her mother and took her by the shoulders - they were about the same height.

"Oh I know maman, but I'm just too excited! You know how much fun going to Hogwarts has always been for me,"
she answered. Dom's life practically revolved around her social life at Hogwarts, so being home was mostly pretty boring for her. She was an extrovert, she craved attention and always loved being around big crowds of people.

An hour and ten minutes later, the Weasley-Delacour family were standing in Platform 9 ΒΎ, parents ready to say goodbye to their children once again as they left for school. Dom hugged her mother and father tightly and yelled a quick 'au revoir' as she practically skipped her way across the station to look for her friends.

Not long after leaving her trunk on the right carriage, she took her cat Beau and made her way inside the train. Once inside, she got a text message from Rose about wanting help with her makeup for today. As if her day couldn't get any better, now Rosie had volunteered to let Dom give her a quick makeover! Oh, how the heavens loved her.

She hurried to look inside different compartments for Rose, until finally spotting her sitting inside one with a blue-haired Rhea. "Well, hello love! I'm here to save the day!" she called out, taking a seat next to Rose and just giving Rhea a smile of acknowledgement.

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Molly woke early, if only because she was excited to get to school, away from her parents. By the time her parents got out of bed she had already made fresh cinnamon rolls for breakfast and she was ready to head out.

The ride to King's Cross was excruciatingly awkward and filled with tension. She did her best to divert her parents attention to other more interesting topics in order to fill the silence, however everyone seemed determined to be grumpy. She sighed internally.

Molly's Savannah cat Lawrey, who refused to be caged, hung languidly around her neck as they walked through Kings cross. As soon as they approached the platform her little sister gave their parents a hug and a kiss and disappeared. Molly knew it should not have bothered her that her sister didn't stay, or even acknowledge her, after all they weren't that close at all....but she felt a twinge of sadness. She shook it off and followed after her sister with a wave to their parents.
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She wasn't really looking for anyone in particular, so when she boarded the plane she took a seat in an empty compartment in hopes of finding some peace before the torrent of chaos. She sighed as Lawry chirped at her. She hated the train ride.

"I know, I know. Just try to endure" Molly said with a rueful smile. She pulled out her sketch book and began sketching in hopes of passing the time.

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There was darkness and then burning light upon his eyes. Lysander woke up light seeping in from the window right by his bed, straight into his face, Next to him there sat a small muggle alarm clock beeping incessantly. Lysander gave a chuckle and a smile as he sat up still groggy from sleep. Apparently the sun was more effective than muggle technology, when it came to waking up in the morning. Lysander quickly went about getting dressed giving his owl Zeus who sat beside his bed a loving chin scratch. When he was done He looked over at the other side of the room and shook his head when he saw his doppleganger still sleeping comfortably. He walked over to him and looked at him for a minute. β€œLorcan. Lorcan. Get up.” Lysander let out a sigh as the predictable happened and his brother remained in his bed.

Lysander gave out a grin as he put his hand on his brother and went about shaking him like he was desperate to wrench his brother from the sandman’s sinister claws. β€œLoony Lovegood wake up! It’s time to wake up and get ready for school! Aren’t you excited to go back to Hogwarts!”

Only Lorcan’s eyes peeked out of his blanket cocoon. The older twin levelled a blood-curdling glare at his brother, but it lasted only a minute before he broke into a grin. Sandy was always the best part of the morning time. In fact, he was the only part that made it worth waking up. Licking his cracked, dry lips he covered his face again and grumbled, ”No.” Unfortunately, Sandy is responsible and always does the right thing, so of course he wouldn’t let up until Lorcan slumped out of bed. That jerk.

Lorcan generally stumbles through his morning routine. It’s not uncommon for him to brush his hair and comb his teeth, which is not nearly as effective as it sounds. He rubbed his chin, feeling the peach fuzz that started coming in. At first, he’d thought it was a werewolf thing, but then he noticed Ly had it too. Either way, he said it made him look cool, rugged and all the other adjectives girls would use to describe a manly man. It didn’t, but he sure thought it did.

Glancing around his [incredibly messy] half of the room, he huffed a little as he said”Man, why didn’t you wake me up earlier? I forgot so much stuff!” Lorcan didn’t so much forget to make as he just didn’t want to do it. Despite all the fun and friends he has at Hogwarts, it’s not something he looks forward to.

”Well you just looked so comfy I didn’t want to wake you. Also I just woke up like fifteen minutes ago. Also I told you to make sure you were finished packing what was it now twenty times? You should listen to me more often Newtoo” Ly chuckled slightly as he went about finishing his morning routine. Fifteen minutes later and his teeth were sparkling, and his hair was combed to be neat and orderly just the way he liked it. He cast a quick admiring glance at his shelf of prized muggle contraptions. A toaster, a blender, a walkie talkie, all of them completely random, but all too interesting to the young boy. Much more interesting than the beasts the rest of his family obsessed over. Not nearly as cute though. Lysander walked over to his brother all too confidant in his twin’s abilities to wait till the very last minute. ”So how much have you packed so far? You need help?

”No!” Lorcan declared. After a short pause, he added a sheepish, β€œYes… Mostly, I need help finding my books. They are somewhere around here.” Lorcan picked up clothing one piece at a time to search underneath it. Eventually, he dropped on all fours to search under his bed. ”Oh, wait. I found them.”


An hour later while at the train station, Lorcan felt a familiar buzz in his pocket, a smile lit up his face as he saw the group message with his two favorite non-siblings. Though, they annoyed each other enough to be blood.

Lysander looks over his brothers shoulder for just a minute. Noticing he's texting Frank and Lucy he immediately suspects that he'd be sitting without his look alike on the train. Frank and Lucy were nice people but they were more Lors friends than his. He let out an internal sigh at the prospect of not riding with Lorcan before resolving to try and find James instead. He pulled out his phone and quickly texted James.You at the station yet? James though exasperating at times had certainly more than earned his place as Lysander best friend not related by blood. Though as far as Lysander was concerned James had practically become his other brother. And besides it would be a shame not to see him on his final train ride to Hogwarts.

Lorcan sent off a quick reply to Frank that he was just arriving. He looked up to his brother with a sheepish grin, but was pleased to see he was texting friends of his own. ”We should probably get on the train soon. I hope you won’t mind if I sit with My Losers?”

Without waiting for a reply, Lorcan gave his brother a tight hug and a wide smile. ”Thanks! See you on the other side!” The older twin jogged toward the train, keeping an eye out for either of the two faces he wanted to see.

Lysander shook his head playfully at his brother just before being pulled into a tight embrace. An embrace which he eagerly returned. As his brother jogged off he let out a wave. I’ll see you back at the castle! Enjoy the ride with your friends! With that Lysander went his own way. The hunt for James had begun as Lysander made his way to the train, glancing down at his phone every so often, and keeping his eyes peeled for his friend.

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Frank pulled his head up from his phone as Lorcan sent him a message back. As he was looking around the crowded platform, the last thing he was expecting was for Lucy Mae Weasley to leap straight on to his back. He gasped as he nearly tripped over due to the sudden weight on his back. He steadied himself and moved his hands to Lucy's thighs, to support her as she wrapped her arms around his neck. "Clearly, I'm not the moron here." He chuckled, turning his head slightly so he could see the girl from his peripheral vision, "And yes, I may have missed you a little bit." He kept on looking for the other member of their trio as he carried her. He took the task upon himself to carry his friend towards the entrance of the Hogwarts Express.

He walked inside and looked for a compartment to put down the small girl and rest his legs. He walked into an empty compartment after looking for a solid few minutes. All of the others he stumbled upon was either accompanied by some asshole or someone he had never met before, or he was just generally uncomfortable being around. He wheeled both of their luggage into the compartment, and a hell of a job that was, and then placed the girl down on one of the seats. He might as had well been her slave at this point. He shoved his things onto the shelf above the seat and finally thumped down next to Lucy, right next to the window. "Jeez, that was alot more tiring that it should have been." He looked outside the window on to the busy platform, still looking out for Lorcan, or at least someone who would know where he was. His frog croaked, seemingly in impatience, "Yeah, Artie, I know. We'll be there soon, alright." He looked into the toad home, carried in his hands. ( He never trusted putting him in the shelf above. He managed to sneak out while looking for a bug in his first year and the home nearly fell off and broke when the train came to a sudden stop. But, it never really mattered because he usually let him out anyway. ) He rested the toad home beside him, against the wall and turned to Lucy, "So, have you seen him yet?"