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[LUCY SARAH WEASLEY]

Lucy loved Hogsmeade days. Sure, the school was great, but she liked her break from the routine. Hogsmeade days were something special. She could go anywhere she pleased, relax, shop, and laugh with friends. Well, if her friends were around, she could. But for the first Hogsmeade day they'd all separated into their little groups, some of the girls straying off with their boyfriends, and the young Weasley girl was left all alone. It was fine with her, honest. She adored her friends, but she appreciated her alone time to do as she pleased just as much. Besides, it was nice to slow down and take her shopping and touring at her own pace instead of being dragged from store to store by her giggly girlfriends as they swooned over their latest crushes and giggled about the new staff filling the halls of the school this year. She liked her peace just as much as she liked her friends.

Knowing that she'd have no arranged company for the day, Lucy had been in no rush to join the masses of students heading to Hogsmeade in their little clumps. She'd dawdled in the Hufflepuff commons room, enjoying the calmness of the school in the absence of half its students, and headed out of the commons room about an hour after the rest of her friends had left. The halls were quiet without most of the third, fourth, fifth, sixth, and seventh years around. A few of the school ghosts drifted lazily through the halls to complete the eerie scene, but Lucy had been at the school for so long that nothing about it fazed her, even when it was quiet. Well... that was until she thought of Fred, her poor cousin now lying petrified in the hospital wing. Her pace automatically quickened. Maybe it wasn't such a smart idea to be alone right now.

Her worries were all unneeded, though. She made it out of the school alive and without running into any sort of trouble whatsoever. The red head slowed her pace then, taking her time walking to Hogsmeade, enjoying the scenery around her as she walked along. Her wild curly hair had been tamed, or at least attempted to be tamed, into a pony tail this morning, but the hairdo had ended up looking more like a bun since her hair didn't like to act normal and fall down as it should. She could have probably straightened it back in her dorm room had she wanted to. A few quick sweeps of her wand over the wild hair would have done the trick, but she'd had her curly hair for so long that it just felt weird to have it under control. She was wearing black boots a slightly see through blue top with a blue tanktop underneath and her favorite pair of pants, but they were for the most part hidden under her Hogwarts robe, keeping her warm from the cool spring air.

She spotted the bold red hair of her cousin, Lily, a ways ahead of her and ran to catch up to the gryffindor girl. The pair walked the rest of the way to Hogsmeade together, separating so that Lily could go meet up with a few friends by the Shrieking Shack. Lucy, however, headed in the direction of Zonko's joke shop, walking along the street. She always felt like a bit of a traitor when she went anywhere near the store, seeing as her uncle owned its Diagon Alley rival, but she felt bad always pestering her uncle to send her new gadgets to amuse her and her friends. Sometimes she had to pay for her jokes to ease her own mind.

She gazed into the windows of the stores lining the streets, many of which just quaint little shops that she'd never walked into before, and admired the things within. Little moving dolls, child airplanes bewitched to forever fly under the ceiling of a room, glass figurines that dances and spoke... magic could make anything possible. Lucy was staring so intently at a small glass unicorn figurine in a window she was passing that she completely forgot to look where she was going, and tripped over a large rock on the road, falling to her knees on the pavement in a very ungraceful manner, bag she was carrying spilling open to scatter pencils, papers, and drawing tools everywhere. "Flobberworm," she muttered under her breath, trying to get to her feet.

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[Ianto Martyn Sayer]

How many times had Ianto walked this road? He couldn't exactly remember the number, but the groundskeeper had been walking this road for some time now. He often made this trip on his slower days to enjoy a butter better at the Three Broomsticks, or meet up with a few people that he knew from his own schooling days at Hogwarts. How many times had he and Iwan traveled to Hogsmeade together, with his brother always half a pace in front of him? Honestly the man couldn't remember, but it caused an amused little smirk to play on his lips all the same. They were good memories, and he was fondly recalling them all every step of the walk to the small little village close by Hogwarts.

He had headed out early of course, wanting to miss most of the traffic of students that would be heading in a similar direction shortly. It wasn't hard for him to get ahead of the game, rising in the mornings was a lot easier now than it ever had been during his school years. Which wasn't that long ago, and yet the sight of most of the kids in school was enough for him to feel old. They all looked so young. Doubly anyone fourth year or younger. He couldn't believe he had been that small at one point, and couldn't get it out of his head that Iwan had been too. It was just too funny of a thought, and he almost broke out into a grin despite himself.

Still, he put one foot in front of the other, and soon enough the tall man was in Hogsmeade. He had a few things that he needed to pick up, various sprays and other what nots that would help make life a little easier in his every day job, as well as a few other things for his personal life. He needed a few shirts, as he had managed to destroy a few over the past few weeks in the hazards of his job, and they were good for nothing but rags now. He had purchased a number of these things of course, carrying them easily in a couple of bags slung over one shoulder. He was a strong guy, capable of lifting more than it looked, which helped him in his job greatly.

Ianto was minding his own business when something caught his attention. One of the students, a girl with bright red hair (had to be a Weasley) tripped, and spilled all her things across the way. Poor girl. He stopped of course, instantly crouching down to her level and setting his bags down so he could help her pick up her things. His larger hands moved, carefully picking up the pencils and drawing things so that she wouldn't have to scramble for them all. After he was sure he had most of it, he stood, shifting her stuff into one hand, and holding out the other to the girl so he could help her to her feet. "Are you alright there, Miss?" He almost added Weasley at the end, because she really couldn't belong to any other family, could she? There was a perfectly calm look on his face, as if he found no humor in her tumble, and was just making sure she was alright, which was the case. Holding out his hand, juggling her things, and generally being Ianto.

[LUCY SARAH WEASLEY]

Lucy felt plenty stupid, sprawled on the ground on a crowded street. She heard the giggle of a teenage girl nearby, and automatically assumed that she was the cause of it. It would be just like some of the students at Hogwarts, the more stuck up ones who didn't really care about anyone but themselves or their rare close friends, to laugh at someone else's mistake. No matter... not really. Lucy had known for many years how much of a klutz she was. Hell, that was how she'd discovered she was following the family wizarding line and not becoming a squib. Her mother had been boiling water on the stove, and an energetic little Lucy had ran by with her teddy bear dangling in her hand. She'd been making the little bear fly, holding it up above her head and making 'vroom vroom' noises, and had managed to knock the pot of boiling water off of the stove to the floor, right on top of her. Her mother had been nearby and ran when she heard the little girl screaming on the floor, but it turned out that the screams were not of pain but delight as Lucy sat on the floor, playing in a mound of snow that had been searing water a few minutes before.

Her klutz track record had only gotten worse from there, to the point that teachers no longer asked her to fetch the potions ingredients or cages filled with the day's magical creatures. There had been too many accidents in the past that had landed her, or another student, in the hospital wing. Still, though she was used to her klutzism, as she called it, it would be nice if the other students could help her out instead of laughing at her whenever it shone through... And then, speak of the devil, someone arrived. As Lucy reached for her things, trying to gather them, someone else crouched down and began to help. Her eyes widened slightly as she recognized him- one of the newer staff members at Hogwarts, the groundskeeper. He must be amused... he must think her pathetic. Lucy felt the heat of a very predictable blush spread across her lips, taking his hand to get herself back to her feet. She brushed off her clothes, not so much to get the dust off of them than as to avoid his gaze and compose herself. Falling down alone had been completely embarrassing, even when the guy who happened to notice and decide to help was someone she didn't know personally.

"Are you alright there, Miss?" 'Miss' was not something that Lucy was used to being called. Formal family members called her Lucille, friends and less formal family called her Lucy, and everyone else called her 'Weasley'. It was a given when you had a family as large as the Weasley's were that you would all be lumped under one name, especially when so many of the cousins currently attending Hogwarts held the vivid hair color of the previous infamous generation. "No broken bones, for once,"

[/color] She responded with a small smile and a nod, enjoying her own private joke. Lucy had broken more bones than she cared to count, though luckily in the magical world such injuries were fairly simple fixes. "And here I was, hoping that I could go one day without falling flat on my face..."[/color] It was a good thing that Lucy could so easily laugh at herself, or else she might lead a rather miserable existence because of her 'klutzism'. Continuing to enjoy her own private little joke of sorts, it took a few seconds for the girl to remember that she was in the presence of a stranger unused to her habit of daydreaming off often in the middle of conversations, and with a small shake of her head forced herself to come back to her senses and the present moment. "Oh, um, thank you very much, Mr. Sayer. For the help, I mean."

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[Ianto Martyn Sayer]

One of his eyebrows lifted at her comment on no broken bones. Was such a thing common for the poor girl? Then again, Iwan and Ianto had grown up breaking several bones over the course of being boys. She spoke again for a moment, and then seemed to drift off in her thoughts. Ianto wasn't sure what to say or do in this moment, standing there holding her drawing things as she pondered. Of course, she snapped out of it soon enough, and the girl was thanking him... with his name. Maybe he really should pay more attention to students. He didn't even know her name, other than an assumption that she was a Weasley of course.

"You're welcome." She had thanked him, so logically the next step was Ianto saying this. He tried to be logical of course, but a small little smirk was on his lips. Just what had she been thinking about while drifting off in the middle of the conversation like that? He was curious, but then again Ianto was typically curious about a lot of things. It was the downfall of his life he mused, prone to finding out why things were the way they were. "I'm taking a stab in the dark here, but I'm guessing you're one of the Weasleys? I'm afraid I don't know your first name?"

Ianto doubted she wanted to be called what a crowd of her family was called. Really, the tall man had no idea what it would be like to have a family that large. He had Iwan, his parents, and no one else. No cousins, nothing of the sort. Grandparents that he saw from time to time, sure, but other than that it was just Iwan and him. But she probably had countless cousins with that last name. Problem with having so many boys in the family, couldn't really help it now could she? But her first name was probably different from the rest, and would be easier to call her by.

He was still standing there, holding her things, and waiting for her to gather up her bag. Patient for the moment, and perfectly calm in doing so. The tall man still had that smirk on his lips, blue eyes narrowing slightly as he looked at her. He couldn't help but be curious, it was in his nature after all! "Do you often break bones in your accidents? You sound rather like my brother there."