The Last Straw
October 20, 1991
~Lucia~
It wasn't uncommon in October to see me pissed off in some way. Whether it was that mudblood Creevey who was constantly snapping unwanted pictures of everyone and everything or those stupid Weasleys insulting my mother, everything just seemed to make me mad in October.
By now I've sent more than a few hex's at people for just looking at me the wrong way, even if they were in my house. In fact the only Slytherin who hasn't been hexed yet is Blair. I even got an angry letter from Father after I sent a rather nasty hex towards Draco yesterday.
I still think he was more amused than anything. Unfortunately he was the only one who felt that way. Which is why I'm currently sitting in Dumbledore's office with a Weasley and a 5th year Hufflepuff. The mudblood hadn't done anything to me, however he was shouting abuse at Draco so I hexed his mouth shut. The Weasley, however; was here because her son was once again choking on slugs.
"Miss Evans I believe I've given you enough warnings," Dumbledore said. I rolled my eyes knowing what was coming. "You should consider yourself lucky that you I'm to kind to expel you, but you will be suspended starting tomorrow," he said. I honestly couldn't care less, I wasn't sorry. I just inspected my nails as the old coot gave my lecture, the Weasley matriarch chiming in with a childish insult whenever given the opportunity.
"Well... anything to say for yourself?" Weasley finally asked. "Yeah actually..., I'd like to speak to my father," I said. "Then you may ask your head of house after this conversation is over," Dumbledore said. "It's already over, we have nothing left to talk about," I retorted instantly walking out of the room.
~•~
"Honestly Luci, only 2 months and you get yourself suspended," Father scolded through the floo. "It wasn't my fault he-" "-was insulting your mother?" Father guessed. I looked down slightly as I knew he wasn't mad, he was more frustrated or disappointed, and that was a whole lot worse. "I'll be coming to get you tonight, so do have your things packed beforehand," he said earning a nod from me. Then he hung up and I turned to Uncle Sev.
"You need to learn how to control your temper or it will get you into trouble," My godfather said. "I know but-" "-but nothing, your mother wouldn't want you in trouble for defending her," He said. "Well then what am I supposed to do?" I asked. "Ignore it, if you let them know it gets to you they'll do it again," he said. "He said he hoped my father dies," I said. "It doesn't matter what they say, your father is a grown man he can fight his own battles he doesn't need his 14 year old daughter to it for him," Severus said.
"If I said that to someone I'd get a detention on sight," I said pinching my nose. "Listen to me, people are going to hate you and your family all the time because of things they know nothing about," he said. "You mean because of my father being..." I trailed off but even an idiot would know what I meant. "Amongst other things, but you can't let them win-" "It's not letting them win it's getting revenge," I cut him off.
"They pull anything they get a slap on the wrist and a warm smile, now when you do it you can get expelled!" He shouted sternly. "But that's not fair," I said. "And neither is life, but you should know that by now," he said pointedly. I slumped in my seat.
"Dumbledore wants an excuse to kick you and every other so called dark wizard out of this school, now the question is are you going to give him one?" Uncle Sev sneered with a glare that was almost daring me to give the wrong answer. I shook my head. "Good, now go pack," he said monotonously. I hurried out of his office and to my dorm.
~•~
"Lucia," father said as I walked into Uncle Sev's office. "Father," I greeted. "Let's go," He ordered. "The Leaky Cauldron!" I shouted into the floo. When I landed I nervously grabbed my bag. When father came out he went right back in and said, "Evans Manor!" I gasped in shock at that, but I flooed there too.
"You took me here?" I asked. "I thought you might enjoy that," he said. "But I totally screwed up," I argued. "Yes, and now you can tell your mother all about it," he said with a smirk. I gave him a fake glare before running to hug him.
"I figured you might need some extra time with your mother's portrait," he explained. "Thank you," I said. "Don't thank me yet mon chéri, I still don't appreciate that you hexed your brother," he warned. "He was annoying me," I defended weakly. "Yes, now I believe there's a certain portrait you've been wanting to talk to," he said. I kissed him on the cheek and ran up the stairs eager to see one thing. My mother's portrait.