All she needed was satisfaction. She saw things where there was nothing, and she felt pain where no one intended it. She saw harm in the gentle scent of a flower. She saw pain in the curving slope of a young child's cheek. Boots brought painful memories into her mind. Pansy crossed her legs under her cloak. Hail changed to sleet. And there she was, brimming with desire for the unattainable, for something that even she could not place her finger on.
Exasperated, Pansy hit the side of her head with her hand and screamed. The sound was buffeted, tossed around, toyed with by the wind. The ice and rain mixed and mingled with it, and it all went crashing to the ground.
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Even the warm fire of the Gryffindor common room could not soothe Ginny's thoughts. Her mind flocked with innocent worries - a Potions paper, a Defense Against the Dark Arts quiz. And yet she could sense something strange in the air, something suspicious...even her young first year mind could tell. Fred's hysterically amusing new jokes were unable to break the eerie spell...Ginny was beginning to get extremely worried that perhaps she and Hogwarts just didn't fit...there was something going on.
Shaking her head of the thoughts, Ginny went to take a walk and ended up in the library. Muttering, she pulled herself into a chair in front of a thick wooden table and laid her Defense Against the Dark Arts book on it. With a heavy hearted sigh, she peeled it open to page one hundred and fifty six; Avoiding Common Spells. She began to scan the book half-heartedly, and whispered: "I know something's wrong. It feels like someone's missing."
She thought she heard the faint sound of a scream in the distance, but she assured herself it was the wind.
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