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Running away had never been a part of the plan. Yet here I am, sitting at the back of a muggle bus as it made its way out of London. I was meant to be on the Hogwarts express by now, I think as I look down at my hands, it’s probably just pulling out of the station. No one will have noticed I’m not there yet. The thought is kind of liberating, and for a moment all the guilt that has settled on my shoulders since leaving Kings cross station whilst my step-mother’s back was turned, is forgotten.
I wonder how long it will take for someone to notice. I wonder if it won’t be ‘til the first day of class, when my name is called and I’m not there. Which if I was a Hufflepuff, Gryffindor or Slytherin would be considered normal, it is the first day after all, but I’m a Ravenclaw and a good one at that, I’ve never skipped a class during my whole Hogwarts education. Not even when I’ve had such a bad cold I sound like a 50 fags a day type of person.
I really didn’t plan on doing this; I planned on getting on the Hogwarts express, spending the journey looking over the reading material for my final year, avoiding the Scamander twins as much as possible. Although the avoiding probably wouldn’t be necessary I’m sure after what I did last year they probably weren’t going to be going out of their way to find me. I wouldn’t of it had been the other way around, If they had been the ones to toy with my emotions and break my heart.
But back to the main point, I really didn’t even think about it until I arrived at the station and saw the row of taxi’s lined up outside the station. At which point I got to thinking about how easy it would be just to get in one of the taxi’s and run far away to someplace where no one knows me. I wouldn’t have to face up to anything, I could just run away. Become someone new.
I know it’s kind of a cowardly way to think but I’m a Ravenclaw, not a Gryffindor.
Gryffindor wasn’t even considered by the sorting hat during my 11 minute long sorting, neither was Hufflepuff. No the sorting hat couldn’t decide whether I was more cowardly (Slytherin) or intelligent (Ravenclaw), in fact it wasn’t until I pleaded to be put in Ravenclaw that he decided. Although looking back at it now, I’d probably of made a better Slytherin.
The bus is out of London now; all I can see out of the window is green grass and blue skies. It won’t be long until it reaches its destination and I’m forced to figure out what to do next. Do I continue travelling north? Do I stop and find a hotel? What do I do next? Where am I meant to go. I should of given this more thought, should’ve come up with some kind of action plan as I travelled from the train station to the bust station in a London taxi cab.
Now I’m just lost.
Lucy Weasley, lost with nowhere to go.
A/n: thank you if you read this :) I hope you enjoyed it.
Hopefully the next few chapters will be longer.
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