#luce;starter

She was rounding off the day with a nice frothy Butterbeer when a sharp pain speared through her abdomen making her gasp. She plonked her glass down abruptly, sloshing amber liquid over the side as she gripped the edge of the heavy wooden table. The sharp pain came again and she gritted her teeth trying not to make a scene. When the third stabbing pain came it was too much and she stumbled to her feet.

Luce braced herself against a wooden beam in the Three Broomsticks, feeling violently queasy; her stomach was roiling and her vision blurring slightly at the edges as she had stood up. She felt awful. The vein in her temple had begun the slow thud thud thud of what was sure to be the migraine from hell and the pains just kept coming. She couldn’t think clearly enough to think back on what she’d had today to make her feel so sick aside from the few drinks she’d had in here.

“Oh my god.... it’s so painful,” she gasped, swaying on her feet.

Involved: Lucinda Talkalot & Remus Lupin 

"I couldn’t decide which potion I wanted to study in depth, so I wrote two essays,” Luce said sheepishly, plonking a small stack of parchment down onto the table with a soft thud. “I present to you.... drumroll please.... three lengths of parchment on the types of everlasting elixirs, and why I should be able to add them to any potion I like without getting my head bitten off by Slughorn.” She rested her hands behind her head and leaned backwards on her chair, chuffed that once again she’d outdone herself. 

Luce had come back from Quidditch practice two evenings ago covered in muck and with a ton of thoughts about their first proper assignment of the school term, which had of course been set by the potions master. Typical really, he was always looking for the cleverest students at the start of the year. Luce had been a favourite in fifth year, but sixth was a whole other game. That’s why she figured it was better to have gone hard with her essays, than to have half-arsed it and have had to watch him fawn over another student all year long.

Dropping the front legs of her chair back to the ground she rummaged around in her bag until she found the bag of assorted sweets she’d brought from the muggle sweet shop back home. ‘No crisps this time, but mum’s sending some next week.” She smiled apologetically, fishing an Opal Fruit sweet out and popping it in her mouth.

“Go on then, let’s see what potion you wrote yours on?”