Collision Course into Companionship pv Lucille

Forward Dated 16/9/2025

Stamina: 6|Evasion: 6| Strength: 5|Wisdom: 4|ArcPower:6|Accuracy: 8|

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Mentions: @ Lucille Rosenhart

Maisie couldn't believe her luck in finding someone so alike. Back home, her brothers were either quidditch-mad or chocolate-cards-looney. Her younger sister obsessed over charms and her baby sister did nothing all day but charm her way through trouble. Nobody really wanted to discuss animals with such a passion as Lucille expressed. Not when she ought to be learning the family tree or doing "noble daughter duties".

However, her ears picked up one word. "You go riding? I have a horse back home, and if you want, we can go riding during the holidays? You can come over to my home, it's got a huge stretch of land. We're friends now, aren't we?"

She could hear the longing for home and fondness in memories in the girls' voice, and she couldn't blame her. Two weeks in and they were both already missing home. School was great and all, but nothing is like home. The girl felt tears coming to her eyes. She would give anything to eat her mother's meals and to hear her younger sisters giggle, her father's deep laugh...

"Daisy May is a wonderful name! Was she born in May? My Siberian is named Sylvie, and she's got back white fur. Hey, do you think our cats could become friends?"

"I didn't really attend the camp, I was busy with other things... However, it seems very interesting. Magizoology seems interesting. Newt Scamander was one, wasn't he? I think you'd be a great one, you seem so passionate about animals. I want to become a healer though, or a Mediwizard, it's such a good feeling when you help someone."

The corridor, now also emptying, was beginning to become very still. And Maisie was beginning to become self-conscious. "Uh, you don't mind meeting again somewhere this afternoon, do you? I'll bring Sylvie, you bring Daisy May. Is that alright?"

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date 16/09/25

word count 378

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mentions @Maisie Fenwick Rose Williams

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"Of course we're friends," Lucille said with a little laugh at Maisie's question. She didn't respond to the riding invitation, though. Truthfully, she doubted her family would want her to spend her first batch of holidays away from them. And she, too, longed to see them again. Perhaps in the future she'd be able to make such a commitment.

"Oh, Daisy's incredibly friendly. She's not even a year old yet, so she gets far too excited when she meets someone new. She'll probably mellow down in the future but, for now, I'm sure she'd love to meet Sylvie!" She smiled, thinking of how happy Daisy May would be to find someone to play with. She knew most cats liked to be alone, and if Daisy had lived anywhere else, the same could be said for her as well. But, back home, the little cat had befriended dogs, cats, horses, and everyone she could meet. "Oh, I found her in May. She was a stray and she was probably born somewhere in March or the beginning of April. I like to think she was born on the 1st of April." Lucille didn't like pranks, and she despised April Fools Day. When Ollie had told her when Daisy May could've been born, she immediately decided to consider April 1st as her birthday. It gave the day a better purpose than a day of pranks.

"I think healing is a wonderful calling. I can't imagine doing that. It takes a lot of courage to face people with nasty injuries and fix them. There's really no room for mistakes." Her voice was softer now, her tone more serious. It passed quickly, though, as Maisie suggested the cats meet that afternoon.

Lucille paused for a moment, her eyes drifting from her notes to the light outside the window, trying to judge if she'd lose too much valuable time by agreeing to this meeting. Finally, deciding it was worth it, she spoke.

"We certainly can. Where do you think we could meet?" The corridor was beginning to crowd with people finishing their food and going this way and that to get to their next class. Lucille rose up off the floor to make way for the abundance of students and leaned against the wall.