#goddamnitadam

Lucy didn’t get out much anymore. 

Not because her father said she couldn’t -- since when did she or Molly ever really care about what their father said? But because of the round-the-clock Aurors following her around. They were worse than Rita Skeeter; at least the Prophet was interesting to talk to -- even if Aurors were supposed to be trained in interrogation. Unless the Ministry implemented an hex first, ask questions later policy amongst their employees.

The occasion though was special enough that she’d be willing to be followed out of the house and out of her place of work. She had collaborated with Samuel Prince on a painting or two, which -- if she were lucky that he even remembered -- would probably be hanging someplace in Flourish and Blotts. 

It seemed as if the Ministry was just choosing their Aurors at random though. She didn’t want to say she was eager to lose this one, but it was difficult to live knowing someone else was watching. Lucy watched to see which wizard on the street followed her through Diagon Alley until she arrived at the familiar bookshop. 

“Oh -- it looks like there’s a list...” Lucy nodded slowly at the person guarding the entrance, trying to feign surprise. She had conveniently forgotten to include her plus-one when she was writing Samuel Prince back, but mostly she was hoping they’d just stay outside and leave her be for a few hours.