Although it had been a month since her arrival, this bonfire was the first time in which she was actually feeling in her element. There were people going around, and they were, at the very least, able to mimic what happiness should look like. There was alcohol freely moving around. For the first time, it appeared as if she was actually able to have some fun, and she was living for it. Moving about a small group of people she could not place, Lucy put her hands on her next cup of, well, she didn’t care what it was, as long as it wasn’t virgin, but as she was about to take it, someone else tugged it in the opposite direction. “This one is t…,” she began speaking until her hazel eyes moved up and she saw her cousin standing there. “Cas!” She explained, and due to the situation, one could have said she sounded entirely too happy with her exclamation. Lucy would, at a later moment, blame it on the alcohol.