Lucy’s has an O positive blood type. It’s scientifically proven that persons of this blood type are good at last-minute studying because they have extremely good memory. Lucy would agree.
I try not to think about it. Women are scary. Haha. ‘Specially Mummy when someone forgets to put down the toilet seat.
Oh, someone has a pet peeve then? I’ll just tuck this little nugget of information away for later.
That doesn’t sound as nearly scary as grams Molly when she realizes someone isn’t eating her food. Weasley tantrums are the scariest, I tell you.
Are you writing a ‘how to tame Lucy Weasley’ manual? Because that might just be a bestseller! It isn’t fair if you don’t give me a juicy detail about yourself in return, though.
Ha, yeah. That’s probably not something we should try for though. I don’t think either of us really have it in us to do something like that. I don’t think I’d want to, really. I dunno. It sounds like trouble.
What if I am a grumpy old grandpa, Lucy? Would you still talk to me, even if I were overly dramatic?
Did you ever ask yourself why hell hath no fury like a woman scorned? It’s because the woman was underestimated. You can never know what’s beneath this pretty, gentle exterior. But yeah, you’re right.
Probably. I’ve had my fair share of experience with grumpy drama queens. They somehow manage to get under my skin more than anyone else. Damn you!
Loads of fun. And it looks like we’re two birds of a feather then, Miss Lucy.
What on Earth happened to me… yeah, I wonder the same thing all the time, to be honest. I don’t really know, darling. Life. Life happened to me. Yeah… life.
Like Voldy’s and uncle Harry’s wand, huh? Are we, like, gonna be new hero and villain of the generation? That’d be awesome.
You sound like some old grumpy grandpa. Almost as theatrical as my entire family - almost.
Like complete and utter shit, Luce.
At least you don’t make yourself miserable on purpose, like my masochistic self does. Oh right, drinking yourself to death is a conscious decision. What on the Earth happened to you?
How does it feel like?
Hooking up with Quidditch players? Well somebody’s on a roll. Do tell, I want some names to congratulate for earning a prize like you.
Ah, well we’ll get there eventually with. With my father being the manager for the team, my uncle being the coach and my grandfather and granduncle being former players I simply can’t be opposed to them no matter how terrible they can be at times. At least they try, right?
I’m a shameless brag. Last time I was so carefree with names, I got in too much unwanted attention and lots of trouble, so I’d rather not. Ha - that’s cute, but I don’t like to think of myself as a prize. It was modern like 3 generations ago, with all the arranged marriages and women being accessories to the luxurious manors of rich men.
I value taking chances. Wanted to say ‘shots’, but I figured it’d make me look lousy in professor’s eyes if I alluded on alcohol. Anyway, that’s quite of family history you have there, very impressive - I like impressive family stories.
Ah, well I do a fair bit of playing myself, but in the end it was this school that called me stronger than the game.
The Falcons of course, that’s quite silly of you to ask me. The team runs in my family’s blood, I’d be outcast not to be cheering for them.
Some think I have the hidden talent, but I believe it’s rather nonexistent. Unless you count hooking up with Quidditch player as Quidditch talent! Yup. Sports were never my thing…kind of a nerd here, so I’d always pick school over that stuff.
Oh right, the rule breaking brotherhood! 14 times is a charm. Well can’t hate the Irish guys, they are the hunkiest for sure! I’m all for Irish league as well!