She used Hogwarts to leave her home situation, but at this very moment, she was missing it more than she ever thought was imaginable. The stares of people made her long for a time before she knew she was not a squib. She longed for Peter, holding her in their small shared room in the attic. Lucette desperately wanted to pretend like she was home. She needed to be in isolation. Only then would she be happy.
After about what seemed like an hour of just sobbing silently, she found the courage to get up. She didn't know why she decided to continue. She was weak, but something told her she had to. She steadied herself on her feet, and for the first time, she took in her surroundings. She stood in a dark, empty room, with only a piano sitting in the corner. Her lips parted slightly into a pained smile, remembering. *Peter loved the piano...* She strode towards it, her fingers gingerly touching the smooth lid, nostalgia flooding in. Her little brother was always soothed by the sounds of the piano, which made Lucette dedicate much of her free time learning to play for him. Taking a seat on the bench, she relived those days when she would use their old tape recorder to playback many piano songs, and she would do her best to follow along. She still wasn't good, but the smile on his little face always made her efforts worth it. Her fingers played a few notes from memory, the vibrations of each note making her body shiver. The melody she played was one Peter requested, and her body memorized it like steps to a dance. She melted away at the moment, finally comforted. It was just a song and just a piano out of so many, but at this moment she felt unburdened.
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