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| Samuel Davis | Jul 2 2013, 09:41 PM Post #1 |
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Slipping away from Garrish had been much easier than Sam had thought it would be. Once their objective had been achieved, Garrish wanted Sam out of his sight. The older wizard thought it was beneath him to have a student tagging along with him on a mission of such importance. Their mission had been a simple one. Stealing a scroll from a wizard just outside of London. They were instructed to 'deal with the wizard' if necessary but the man had the good sense to not be home when they arrived. They had been in and out in a matter of minutes. So after they'd returned back to Reed's headquarters, Sam had apparated to Diagon Alley as soon as Garrish had dismissed him. He knew that Saoirse was meant to be heading to Knockturn Alley on a mission of her own and he was worried about her. He couldn't help it. They had been through hell and back with only each other to rely on for months now. Saoirse had exceeded any expectations he'd had of her when they first entered into this terrible situation. She was a natural of dealing with the dark witches and wizards that they were forced to associate with and she was better than even he was at hiding her emotions. He was more than aware of the fact that she was a capable witch but these were extreme circumstances that they were in now. Reed's followers were powerful and merciless. They wouldn't hesitate to kill Saoirse if they got even the faintest notion that she wasn't completely on Reed's side. And that's how he found himself hiding out behind Gambol and Japes while a battle waged on in Diagon Alley. If he was spotted by Reed's people, he'd find himself in some hot water. They were looking to test both Saoirse and Sam alone to make sure that they were worthy of their positions on their own. They'd proven themselves as a team but to be truly valuable, they had to be able to work without the other. Yet here he was, worried about her. So he peered out between buildings with hopes of spotting Saoirse among the battling figures on the screen. The fight on Diagon Alley wasn't as massive as the attack on Hogsmeade or Hogwarts but it was every bit as brutal. He could see bodies flying back from quickly cast spells. The ground was stained red in some areas and there were people laying motionless on the cobblestone street. It had become a necessary habit to to stifle the revulsion he felt at the brutality of it all but it was there. A stray spell hit the wall above Sam's head and even as he ducked, he could see several pairs of eyes on the street turning his way. He stepped back into the shadows but he knew he'd been spotted. It had only been for a few moments and maybe if they didn't catch him out here, he could deny that he'd ever been here today. He moved back behind the buildings again and stepped into the first door he found. Gambol and Japes. He could tell instantly by the brightly coloured boxes and the sweet scent of love potions in the air. He looked around the backroom and was startled by what he found. Behind a small shelving unit he could see a shock of golden blonde hair and a pair of wide blue eyes peering back out at him. Lucy Morgan. "What in the hell are you doing here, Lucy?" |
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| Lucy Morgan | Jul 3 2013, 01:34 PM Post #2 |
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Lucy hated the constant fighting. She hated that a person could kill another person just because it’s what they were told to do. No feelings, no conscious. Just slaughter. Both sides were guilty of it, no one was innocent. The war waged on and it didn’t matter how many lives were taken or how many souls were blackened. Worse to her than the constant fighting, however, was always being fearful of what could happen to her or her friends next. One moment, she could enjoy a nice, cold ice cream on a hot day with Sebastian and the next moment, they were being hunted down like fish in a swimming pool. When the blasts started filling the streets and booms echoed through the little ice cream parlor, Lucy went rigid. The last time she’d been part of a battle, she wound up scarred. Emotionally. Sebastian had nearly gotten his heart ripped from his chest. It wasn’t anything that she wanted to relive. She stared at Sebastian watching carefully out the window as if deciding a plan of action. Lucy was terrified that the plan of action didn’t include running like hell and apparating anywhere safe. “Seb?” “Luce,” he responded immediately, and then began to rattle off instructions to leave the building and find somewhere safe. She wasn’t going to leave him, but she wasn’t going to use her cruddy wandwork against a thirty year old wizard and his mates, either. She nodded her head, kissed him on the cheek and ran from Fortesques to find somewhere she could be safe while this blew over. A straight shot away from the ice cream parlor was a joke shop that she knew well. Perhaps she didn’t know the perfect crevice to hide in, but she did know that there were areas of the shop that were well concealed and would keep her blocked from harm’s way. Gamble and Japes even had things to keep her mind occupied while battles raged on in the streets of Diagon Alley. She sat for what felt like hours, and in reality was only twenty minutes. Grabbing at little gag gifts to keep herself occupied, Lucy ended up with a fake moustache on her face and she was pretty sure that the little candy she ate was actually a block of pepper. Lucy couldn’t take it anymore. As she rolled a licorice wand between her hands, she made the decision to stand up with Sebastian and help him fight or, hopefully save him from another curse that would threaten his life. She couldn’t sit back while he was risking his life, not after everything he’d done for her. She jumped up from her little hiding spot behind tall shelves and then stopped dead. There, just in front of her, was Sam staring right back at her. Lucy took a deep breath. He was the last person she expected to see, though she shouldn’t have been surprised that if the dark wizards were here, then he’d be here, too. “What in the hell are you doing here, Lucy?” The words hung in the air between them while she took in the sight of Sam. His eyes were concerned, almost angrily pointed at her as if she should have been locked up tight in the school and far away from this place. His dark robes hid the obvious, lean body beneath and just from his face, Lucy could tell that he had lost weight. Probably stress from his new lifestyle as a dark wizard’s lapdog. This bloke that she loved, instead of vibrantly defying everything life sent his way, was slowly dwindling down into a shell of a man, someone who really didn’t seem to care if he lived or if he died. The first thing she wanted to do, more than anything, was run to him and throw her arms around him. Beg him to stop. But she knew that would be pointless. She’d tried to make him good before. It blew up in her face the very moment his father clicked his fingers. Lucy crossed her arms, raised an eyebrow and offered Sam no kindness. Her voice was cold and distant, much like the one he had taken to use with her through the last year since their breakup. “I don’t see how that’s any of your business,” she said, taking a few stiff steps towards him (and subsequently, the door). “I can assure you that my reason for being here is far less destructive than yours.” When she passed Sam, she avoided touching him with her arm and skirted around him to the door. Her hand grasped the handle tight as if that was the only thing keeping her tied to the world, to this moment. She couldn’t hold her emotions at bay for long; Lucy was never very good at keeping what she was thinking secret. Tears began to sting at her eyes. She wouldn’t – absolutely refused – to let Sam see her cry again. She took a second to try and reel in her emotions and stole a deep breath through her nose. When she turned back to Sam, she couldn’t help the softness in her voice as much as she wanted to guard herself from him still. “I’m sorry, Sam. I just can’t…” She turned back to face the door because the tightness in her chest was a telltale sign that she was going to cry. “I can’t stand to be near you.” With a jerk, Lucy opened the door of the joke shop. A flash of yellow light struck the frame of the door, sending Lucy flying back a few steps, straight into Sam’s arms. She stumbled over his feet and nearly fell to the ground. When she looked up, instinctively grateful that he’d caught her, all she wanted to do in that second was forget about everything else and get lost in him like she used to do ages ago. “This is what I mean,” she whispered so low that she wasn’t sure it was actually out loud. “All I want…” Another flash of light struck the door and Lucy jumped. Her body was pressed against Sam. Their eyes never left the gaze they were entrapped in. She swallowed thickly and tried to ignore her rapid heartbeat. This was dangerous. Too dangerous. Sirens were going off in her head, screaming for her to step away, to leap from his arms and run out of the door, curses be damned. And yet, she didn’t move. |
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| Samuel Davis | Jul 13 2013, 09:08 PM Post #3 |
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Lucy stared him down in a way that she'd done many times before. Her folded arms and quirked eyebrow were so familiar to him that Sam felt a sharp jolt in his chest. A small stab of longing for all that they had once had together. That look had been one she'd tossed his way anytime she deemed that he was being an ass, which to be fair, was often. However that look was always followed by that brilliant smile of hers and a mischevious gleam in her eyes. Her expression this time held no softness, no teasing. It was harsh and cold. It was what he deserved. Their relationship had ended badly and that was completely and totally his fault. And he wouldn't take it back for a second. If he'd continued to see her, Lucy would have ended up among the first fatalities of this damned war. Andreas Davis would have seen to that personally. No, it was better that she hated him than to end up dead. “I don’t see how that’s any of your business,” she said, taking a few stiff steps towards him (and subsequently, the door). “I can assure you that my reason for being here is far less destructive than yours.” Sam tried to counter her steps with his own that would place himself between her and the door but she wanted nothing to do with him. Though she refused to look at him, he could see that unshed tears shimmered in her jade coloured eyes. His heart clenched at the sight and he stood still. Lucy moved swiftly around him to open the door and Sam's hand fell to rest on his wand. She turned to look at him for just a moment but again turned toward the door. “I’m sorry, Sam. I just can’t…” Her voice was gentle as she spoke. Soft and filled with a pain that was almost tangible in the air surrounding them. Gods, he hated what he'd done to her. To them. It was his turn to look away. He wasn't allowed to feel this heartache. He had caused this break up so he knew that he had no right to the pain. His eyes fell to the worn and rugged hardwood floor. Lucy continued on in that same quiet voice. “I can’t stand to be near you.” As he glanced back up at her, he noticed that she standing in the open doorway, all Sam could think about was the death and destruction waging on outside these walls and just how close she was to it right now. He had to get her away from that doorway before Reed's people found them. Because Gods be damned, he wasn't going to let any of that hurt even a single hair on her head. He couldn't say it to her, but there was nothing he wouldn't do to protect her. Hell, he'd already given her up in order to save her and that had been the most painful thing he'd ever done. He moved a step toward her to get her out of the open door frame but the jet of brilliant yellow light hit the doorframe before he could get to her. He moved at the same moment that she did. She turned as he stepped forward and she stumbled into his arms. Instantly, he wound one around her waist and with his free hand he cast a heavy protection spell along with a quick illusion spell that would hopefully deter the people coming this way. He could hear the heavy boots slapping against the stone alleyway. As they neared the door they were behind, Sam guided Lucy back into the little corner she'd been in before he arrived. With an arm firmly resting at her back, he stepped in behind her in the tiny space. The pair of them sat down in the small space. A loud crashing noise came from alley and Sam could feel Lucy jump. His own frame was tense and every nerve seemed to on edge. A series of heavy thuds rattled the wooden door in it's frame. The voices from outside were Without thinking, Sam slid an arm around her and she instinctively leaned against him. If he hadn't been so completely focused on what lay right outside that door, Sam may have found himself savouring the feeling of Lucy being back in his arms, but he knew if they were discovered... worse, if they were discovered together, the consequences would be severe. Sam would be punished. It would be painful and cruel, but it would be nothing compared to what they would do to Lucy. A lowly muggleborn (in the eyes of Reed's people) who wasn't worthy of a spell. They would torture her until she could stand no more. Until her body gave out on her. One way or another they would ensure that she died in the most painful way possible. And that was something Sam couldn't allow. The very idea of it made him nauseous. He pulled her closer as he tried to come up with an alternative plan. If the wizards came into the room, he knew that he'd have to sacrifice himself in order for her to survive. It was a thought that didn't bother him in the least. "Lucy. If they make it in here, I need you to stay here until I tell you. I'll try to buy you enough time to escape but no matter what you hear or see, just keep running." As he spoke, he could see the doorhandle rattling. His hand gripped his wand a little tighter as he rest his cheek against the top of Lucy's head. He closed his eyes for a moment before standing up to face the door. |
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| Lucy Morgan | Jul 14 2013, 01:07 PM Post #4 |
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Things escalated so quickly in Diagon Alley that Lucy barely had time to register the very real danger she was in. Sam acted so fast, so assuredly that there was no time to even question the idea of him locking them in the shop or maneuvering them both to the little corner she’d been hiding in before. Spells lit up the alleyway, and Lucy could tell by the brilliant colors that flashed in front of the window of the shop that whatever fight was happening was getting closer to where they were. She didn’t know if anyone saw her in the doorway before, but if they did and they found her, she was likely going to face a particularly nasty evening at the hands of the dark wizards. All she could hope for was that no one would enter the shop and find her and Sam crouching in the tiny corner. The unmistakable sound of a spell crashing against an aluminum bin caused her to jump, throwing her body even closer to Sam’s. It was instinct, she thought, to clamor closer to a person when the proverbial shit was hitting the fan. With every passing second, the shouts of spellwork were getting louder and closer. The consequences of the curses were working their way to the front of the shop. The ground quaked beneath their bodies and the store’s shelves shook. She wouldn’t admit it out loud, but Lucy was glad that Sam was there with her. If he hadn’t been in the shop, she would have probably fainted with fright for her life. It seemed so certain now that she would be caught in a crossfire or worse, directly by one of Reed’s followers. Without thinking about it, Lucy pressed herself closer to Sam. She could hear his thudding heartbeat and the quick, shallow breaths leaving his lips. Her eyes moved down to his wand hand and she noticed the white-knuckle grip he had on the rigid wood. "Lucy. If they make it in here, I need you to stay here until I tell you. I'll try to buy you enough time to escape but no matter what you hear or see, just keep running." The handle of the door rattled and Lucy’s wide, green eyes were drawn to it. Whoever was about to enter the shop would have a clear line of vision to where her and Sam were tucked into the corner. They’d see Sam first, but she doubted he cared much – he planned on facing whoever it was head-on. He stood from his spot next to her and it took every ounce of strength she possessed to not stand beside him. As the door burst open, Lucy gasped and pressed herself further into the little nook, as if covering herself was actually shielding her from anyone spotting her. It wouldn’t; she’d be cursed before she could even reach for her wand. Lucy wasn’t cut out for this war business. She wasn’t a fighter, she wasn’t a planner, and she certainly wasn’t a quick shot. Where most of her fellow classmates were choosing sides and barging into battle to defend those they loved, Lucy longed for home on her mother’s Muggle-land and garden. Everything with the war and watching people she loved getting hurt or changing to accommodate their place in either sides’ ranks made her desperate to forget about having magic and live a Muggle life. “You’re supposed to be with Garrish, Davis,” a brutish looking wizard pointed out. “Out here trying to help your little girlfriend with her failure?” The speed at which Sam’s wand slashed back and then jutted forth shocked Lucy. He had the large wizard on his back faster than Lucy could blink. She knew he gave her an order of sorts, to stay where she was and not move until told otherwise. Thing was, Lucy wasn’t one to follow instructions. Especially from Sam, who held no authority over her. She shot up from her little spot and ran to Sam who was already approaching the unconscious body. His wand was pressed against the man’s temple and he uttered words that Lucy recognized as a memory modifier. Lucy could only stand and watch in shock as Sam protected both their lives with a simple, cunning spell. “You have to get out of here, Sam,” she pleaded with him as she placed a hand on his shoulder. “This one saw you and you were quick, but what if the next one isn’t? Clearly you and Saoirse are both in danger.” It should have stung her to use the brunette’s name where Sam was concerned, but it didn’t. She was desperately worried about both of them and their place among Reed. She could never wish ill on either of them, no matter how much they’d hurt her in the past. Somewhere down deep, she still thought of them as friends. “Please, Sam,” she whispered as he turned around to look at her. “I couldn’t bear it if anything were to happen to you because of me.” |
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| Samuel Davis | Jul 17 2013, 06:56 PM Post #5 |
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As the blasts got closer to the door, Sam was acutely aware of Lucy's body pressed firmly against his. Yet instead of reveling in the feeling, it caused a ridiculous amount of rage to begin to build up within him. His grip on his wand tightened and his jaw clenched against the anger. He was furious at her for being here in the middle of this mess. He was angry at the dark wizards that neared the shop. And he was absolutely enraged at himself for constantly putting her into danger. He hated that her association with him had forever marked her in the eyes of people like his father. And above all else, he was angry that she could still affect him so powerfully after all this time. The door of the shop blew open and amidst the smoke and dust, Sam could see the hulking figure of Leech standing there. Sam stood to face him. The dark wizard recognized him immediately and began to lecture the younger wizard. “You’re supposed to be with Garrish, Davis,” a brutish looking wizard pointed out. “Out here trying to help your little girlfriend with her failure?” Sam didn't hesitate any longer before hitting the man with the strongest stunning spell he could muster. The man flew back to the floor in an instant. He moved over the dark wizard and placed his wand at the man's temple and began to quietly recite a memory spell. He didn't think that Leech had spotted Lucy, but there was no way he was going to take a chance on that. “You have to get out of here, Sam,” she pleaded with him as she placed a hand on his shoulder. The touch was enough to cause him a pain so strong in his chest that he had to close his eyes against it. He didn't turn toward her yet. He needed a moment. He knew what he was going to have to do. And he knew it would hurt. “This one saw you and you were quick, but what if the next one isn’t? Clearly you and Saoirse are both in danger.” “Please, Sam,” she whispered as he turned around to look at her. Her sweet face was darkened with a look of fear and worry that only strengthened his resolve. “I couldn’t bear it if anything were to happen to you because of me.” She could have been stealing the words straight from his mind. "Nothing will happen to me, Lucy." He assured her, in a voice that was stronger than he thought he could managed. He looked down into those jade coloured irises and he felt his resolve weaken slightly. Her eyes had always amazed him. They were truly the windows to her soul. In their depths, Sam had always found solace and peace and love. Even when he didn't deserve it. Even when she should have hated him. Somehow, he always knew that she loved him. And he could see it there now. Clear as day. She still loved him, despite everything he'd done. The problem was that he loved her too. Every bit as much as he did when he broke up with her a year ago. Maybe more now. Lifting a hand up gently, he cupped her cheek and let a soft smile cross his face. He ducked his head down the tiniest bit and allowed his lips to find hers. Even as he savoured the sweet taste of her lips, he knew this was a huge mistake. There was a soft noise of surpise from the beautiful girl, but it took only a second before she responded. The pressure of her lips against his sent his heart racing. She had always been able to make him feel like this. Alive. Free. Powerful. Yet it was nothing more than an illusion. He deepened the kiss and allowed his fingers to tangle in her short golden blonde hair. The silky strands tumbled through his fingers as he pulled her closer. The kiss was soft and sweet, but there was something almost somber about it. Something final. As he pulled his lips from hers, he looked at her face. Her eyes remained closed for a few seconds. If he said what he wanted to say, then he'd never be able to do what needed to be done. He couldn't say the words but they were there. Strong and almost overwhelming. So instead of vocalizing them, he mouthed them to her. "I love you." With her eyes only now beginning to flutter open, she'd never know. And it was better that way. She didn't need to know. He stepped back. His eyes locked onto hers and for a split second he couldn't harden his gaze to her. As he did, he could see the confusion in her eyes. He tried to steel himself against the pain that would follow. "I'm sorry." He wasn't sure if he was apologizing for the kiss or for what he was about to do but he continued. "This can't happen again, Lucy. If you are caught, there will be nothing that I can do to help you." Sam's voice now held a sharper edge to it as he allowed that rage he felt earlier begin to colour his words. "We're over, Lucy. I don't know how many times I have to say it. You need to move on." Sam felt nausea rise up within him at speaking the harsh words. Yet he kept going with a blatant lie. "I have. Why don't you just let some bloke whisk you away and be happy. Raise a dozen chubby little babies and forget that we ever dated." He moved to the door that led to the the front of the shop. He cracked the door open and spotted the fireplace and the pot of floo powder on the mantle. He turned back to Lucy who had yet to speak. "I'm going out the back to cause a distraction. Then you need to get to the fireplace and floo home or to Hogwarts or something. Just get out of here." "Just go and forget that you ever knew me." Sam's gaze was hard and steady, yet inside he felt like his heart was being mangled. The pain was more powerful than he could remember from the last time. This time he needed to make sure she could move on. He had to make her hate him. "I know it's hard to forget the best you've ever had, but maybe Bancroft could try to help you forget me. He's had more than enough practice with the ladies of Hogwarts, I'm sure he's learned a thing or two in that time. 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| Lucy Morgan | Jul 17 2013, 10:43 PM Post #6 |
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She was never very good at hiding what she thought. Especially from Sam Davis. He knew her as well as Lucy knew herself. When he looked into her eyes, she thought for a moment that she knew him just as well. And then he opened his mouth. "Nothing will happen to me, Lucy." It was his tone that affected her more than the intense way that he gazed into her eyes. And when his hand lifted and cupped her cheek, she couldn’t help but steel herself against the emotions that were welling up inside of her. Sam Davis, love of her life, was about to cripple her heart. She knew, because when they were together a year ago, they laughed and they joked and they jabbed at one another. It was lighthearted laughter, always, even when they were sweet and romantic and throw-up worthy. But this softness? This delicate feel? It scared her more than anything else. She could tell by the infinite sadness that echoed through his green stare. From the softness he used with her, from the lack of humor that traced his deceptively straight-lined lips that tugged just a small, almost imperceptible, bit down. And as she considered pulling away from him, if only to clear her thoughts and remind herself that she couldn’t stand another broken heart from Sam Davis, his lips gently caressed hers. She was lost. Completely surrendering to that moment of bliss that she’d been missing for a year. The one thing she’d wished for night after night. One more kiss. One more chance to remind him of her love. It didn’t matter that the warning alarms were sounding off in her head. It was Sam and they were Sam and Lucy. And it was one, glorious moment where her heart didn’t ache. As her eyes fluttered open, she felt the soft fanning of his breath against her face. Always minty, even when he was saving lives, she mused quietly. A tiny smile began to etch itself onto her lips. But things changed rapidly. The feeling that had overcome her, that he was coming to his senses, was swallowed in darkness. His eyes hardened and he was no longer her Sam. He was the other one, son of Andreas. The one that broke her heart and left her to rot in an unmoving state of lamenting. “I’m sorry.” Lucy closed her eyes and prepared herself for the worst. This was going to hurt. Possibly worse than before. "This can't happen again, Lucy. If you are caught, there will be nothing that I can do to help you." Lucy chimed in softly, “But, Sam. I don’t need you to-” He interrupted her sharply. "We're over, Lucy. I don't know how many times I have to say it. You need to move on." She was reminded again of the night she received his owl on their first day back to school. How painful that gash in her heart was then and how it was even worse now, especially after that sweet, soft kiss. “I don’t need to move on,” she argued, but again, he cut her off. "I have. Why don't you just let some bloke whisk you away and be happy. Raise a dozen chubby little babies and forget that we ever dated." Was it that easy? A new feeling began to rise inside of her. Not pain or sadness. But anger. She stole a deep breath through her nose and narrowed her eyes. "I'm going out the back to cause a distraction. Then you need to get to the fireplace and floo home or to Hogwarts or something. Just get out of here." “Don’t you dare,” she fired at him. He never heard her. "Just go and forget that you ever knew me." “Do you really think-“ Lucy moved towards him then with her hands in little fists at her sides. "I know it's hard to forget the best you've ever had, but maybe Bancroft could try to help you forget me. He's had more than enough practice with the ladies of Hogwarts, I'm sure he's learned a thing or two in that time. At least, I hope he has or he's thicker than I thought." “Shut your bloody mouth, Sam,” Lucy shouted at him. She was louder than she’d ever been in her entire life. The foul words began to slip from her tongue before she could reel them in. He stared at her. She stared back. Just as hard, just as cold. She probably didn’t look as tough as she felt in her head just then, but just the feeling gave her the confidence boost she needed. “You can tell me to go, you can pretend to be some hard ass all you bloody like, but when it comes down to you being an asshole, you have to know one. Bloody. Thing.” Lucy poked her finger into his chest and in that moment, where she was fired up and angry as hell, her eyes softened. “I know you’re faking it.” He opened his mouth, but she lifted her hand to stop him. “I’m done, Sam.” She lifted her shoulders, shrugging. “I understand. It’s fine. I’ll move on, maybe with Sebastian, maybe not.” She put distance between them. Lucy smiled just a tiny fraction of a smile. “But it’s not going to be at the expense of you trying to be douchebag of the decade.” Lucy stepped forward and with her eyes still staring into his, she spun on her heel and apparated. When she landed, back home on her mother’s farm, Lucy fell to the ground and began to cry. |
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