8 Jan 2024, 10:31
So alone...
DATE & TIME12/12/2023, afternoon, after classes
'I have never felt so alone.' A pang of sadness siwshed through Rosy's body, as she wandered to the lake. She could not see the green grass on the ground because snow has settled on top of it. The lake looked dark as always and she spent just staring at the immovable mass of water. It was almost Christmas, her birthday in November had come and gone, she had been at Hogwarts for two and a half months - and she still had not found a single person to call friend.
Sure, she had chatted with Juniper on the train and she has chatted with some of her fellow Ravenclaw first-years and other first-years in general but everyone seemed to already be in a friend group. Rosy felt as if she has not been quick enough with finding friends. A horrible thought went through her head. 'What if I never find friends? What if I am going to be all alone until graduation?'
The idea was terrifying. It had taken her a lot of courage and a lot of time to befriend her muggle best friend and she has not even been the driving force for that. And now Christmas was near, and she would go home and admit that she has not found a single friend.
'How am I ever going to find friends?', Rosy asked herself, as she pulled her robes closer to protect herself from the cold air.
17 Jan 2024, 19:16
So alone...
Oakleigh sat on the other side of the lake, a sketchbook in hand. She was staring at the butterfly, resting peacefully on a blade of grass that stuck up from underneth the blanket of fluffy ice.
Wearing a puffy muggle winter coat, some ravenclaw gloves, and baggy jeans paired with snug boots, she wasn't too cold. Plus, the fire she had made with her wand, which was stuck in a hole on the log she was sitting on warmed her up quite a bit. Her brown hair covered her eyes, due to her overgrown bangs. Her nose was red, her freckles appearing much more due to the pink tint of her skin. She didn't enjoy the cold, but she loved how pretty the snow was. She didn't get much snow growing up, so the first snow of Hogwarts was very exciting for her. Her boots sunk into the snow, burying her feet. She looked up, noticing the fellow Ravenclaw.
"Hey! Over here! It's too cold out here to just stand there!" She shouted in her light scottish accent. Glasses hung off her nose, fogging up due to the cold weather. She patted the log next to her. Oakleigh seemed like a kind enough person.
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