Fourteen-year-old Lucy sat in the middle of the couch in the Potter's living room, alone. Her Mum and Dad had dropped her off there while they went out for dinner with some friends. Molly had wanted to go to some friend's house so she hadn't been forced on Ginny and Harry.
Auntie Gin was taking a shower and Uncle Harry was out somewhere, so were James and Albus, which made Lucy pout. If she had to hang out at her cousins' house she wanted to at least have them around too. Especially James, they could do some damage, which would surely not bore her.
But that wasn't the case, so Lucy'd been left alone in the living room, the television switched on some station and a plate of cookies in front of her. But she was insanely bored, the TV wasn't interesting and she'd eaten so many cookies that her stomach was starting to hurt. Why did she have to be babysat? She was fourteen for crying out loud! She could stand being left home on her own for one evening.
The small Slytherin looked up when someone else entered, eyes widening. She'd totally forgotten about Lily. "Lily!" she greeted. Lily was barely eleven, which meant she'd be starting Hogwarts soon. Which was probably why Lucy'd forgotten about her, she tended to categorise her cousins into their Hogwarts houses.