Lucy smiled as her father bent down and picked her up. "Thank you," she murmured quietly, before burying her head into the man's shoulder. Somehow she was still worried about losing him again, which was the main reason why she'd asked to be carried, this way there was no chance of them getting separated. She was tired as well though, and her eyes slowly started to flicker shut. Who could blame her really, she was only five?
Lucy remained like this, until she felt one of her father's arms fall away, and her head popped back up again instantly. She looked around, her mouth falling open slightly as she saw his wand extended out. Her eyes followed the silvery peacock down the street until it could no long be seen. Lucy was still fascinated by magic, even though she saw it every day. In fact, she was so entranced by the patronus, that she didn't even hear Percy's question.
The peacock disappeared from view, and Lucy returned to looking up and down the street, and then down towards her cousin. But, Fred wasn't there! Lucy hastily looked around, and looked back behind her just in time to see the explosion of orange and green smoke. She gasped loudly and then began tugging on Percy's shirt. "Daddy. Daddy, look!" she exclaimed, her mouth still open in shock at the mayhem that was unfolding behind her.