It had been a strange few weeks for artist Lucia Longbottom. After coming out as a raging maniac to her father (which she found out Teddy had already told him, the nerve he had), they had to talk about where she needed to go from there. Lucia burst into tears when her father had told her that he didn't want to send her to an asylum. The relief was overwhelming. The voices had told her horrible things about asylums, she never wanted to stay in such a horrible place. Lucia was to see a psychiatrist twice a week for an indefinite time, she was being prescribed anti-psychotics, and things were becoming generally okay.

The doctor had told her it would take awhile for her drugs to take full effects, but the simple relief of the matter and the ability to actually get sleep at night had been a huge help. Most of the voices had stopped at this point. Even when they did come, they were only hushed whispers.

There was still one constant hallucination that hadn't left her, something that deeply bothered Lucy. She hadn't told her psychiatrist about this one yet, because honestly Lucy wasn't sure if she wanted to be left alone... The vision she had been seeing was this warped version of herself. Dark Lucy, or so she so affectionately dubbed the woman. She looked the total opposite of Lucy - dark hair and tattoos, but her face mirrored Lucy's. So far she hasn't spoken to Lucy, she was just... there. Her presence made Lucy feel as if she wasn't alone. Luce knew that she wasn't real, but that didn't stop her from wanting the woman there.

The blonde haired woman was just leaving her biweekly appointment with her psychiatrist, and figured some fresh air would do her good. She had felt too suffocated lately. Having to check in daily with her father, spilling her entire life story to a psychiatrist, it was smothering. It felt like it had been a million years since Lucia could just sit outside and appreciate the sun. She made a stop at Florean's to get an ice cream cone, and continued her way through Diagon Alley. Maybe she'd run in to someone she knew. It would be nice to have a normal conversation with someone who was real for a change.

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