She thought it was unfair, to be honest.
What did she do that made her deserve this? She knew the answer of course, she did nothing wrong, but she couldn't help but silently fume over the fact that this was happening to her and her family, without doing anything to deserve this.
She remembered her fiance telling her before the battle to push through, that nothing would matter except for them. She laughed off his words, teasing about the serious look on his face. But now she clung to the words, repeating them over and over in her head, before it becomes some sort of habit. It sounded like a chant in her mind, encouraging her to keep on going, to not stop, no matter what.
Every hallway she turned it seemed like death was awaiting her. She didn't know what to do or where to go, so she decided to keep on hexing the enemies, acting like it was some sort of made up game she had when she was an innocent, young child.
Soon, though, she decided to go to the Great Hall to find anyone who could provide her the comfort of knowing at least one person she knew was alive. A decision she would soon come to regret.
When she walked into the great hall and looked around, she could feel her heart stop. Her mind didn't even process the scene before her before she took off, running. She skidded to a stop, staring as her close friend cried over her fiances corpse. She felt her was-soon-to-be-mother-in-law hug her close in desperate seek of comfort. She felt suffocated with emotions. It felt as if someone reached inside of her and was dragging her stomach towards the floor, and had no intention to stop.
She hugged the crying red head back, slowly coming to realization that it would never be the same, that she would never see the face of her lover smiling lively down at her.
And to her, that was unfair.
