It really didn't matter that her headphone did not work at all. It didn’t matter that people gave her strange looks as she passed with her newly dyed deep red hair even though she was a natural red head. Right now, the only thing Lizzy Weasley could think about was how rude and annoying her mother was. How could she not want Lizzy to what she loves? Another argument ended with the daughter rushing out the house pissed as hell. It amazed the seventh year that that woman was her mother. If she was her mother, she would support her daughter in what she wants to do with her life. Lizzy didn’t want to end up hating her job.

The streets of London were comforting this time at night. Sure there was practically no one on the streets, but that made everything a little better. She didn’t have to pretend she was happy because she wasn’t to say in the less. Another car rushed by her, flashing its bright light at her. Clinging to her black coat, the pale teen continued to walk down the dim lighted streets with a broken set of headphones on her head. Fall was coming, and with it, the colder nights. Nights were better that way if you were to as this Weasley. Her navy blue eyes didn’t have their normal glimmer of mischief that they usually held with such pride. Instead, they concentrated on the sidewalk that her converses slide on. Why couldn’t she be more confident in herself? She was a Gryffindor for Merlin’s sake, but still she always had this deep unnerving doubt that everything she did was going to end up wrong. It was did anyways; take for example most of her creations for her uncle George, most of them turned out to be flops or she had to do a lot of tweaking to make it right.

Lizzy finally looked up from the ever-so-interesting cement notice that she was on one of the many bridges of London. She didn’t know which one, nor did she care. She was away from her mother’s constant badgering, and in the silence of the city. A soft giggle escaped her mouth while she thanked whoever for giving her the bright idea of wearing giant headphones that blocked out the roar of the city. Her eyes wandered to the water below the bridge as other people pass, some with friends, others without. At times, the red head really wanted someone to tell how she really feels about her mother, her brother, her whole life. She wasn’t as oblivious as people make her out to be. Her ears heard rumors and what other people thought about her, about how naïve she was, how childish she was. But the Gryffie wasn’t, she just…hated facing the facts of life. That one day she was going to have to grow up, to start thinking about things she did not want to think about. It just plain sucked to face reality.

After stopping, the teen finally made the decision to look at the river below. Walking over to the cement railing, Liz’s eyes became downcast once again. The moon lit the muggy water beneath the overpass. People chatted away. No one paid any heed to the red head with a broken set of head phones on her head. For once, she really hoped someone did. It would be nice to talk to someone who really didn’t know you. So you wouldn’t have to keep up with their standard of you. Merlin that would be great. The echoing of Big Ben did not wake her from her trace of the muddy water that ran beneath her feet. It didn’t matter what time it was anyways, her mother wouldn’t care. She could find someone’s place to sleepover at, or she could always sleep on the Knight Bus like she had done numerous times before.