Disclaimer: You know the drill, character two of two belongs to J. K. Rowling, character one of two belongs to me.
The girl spun around near the lake, her violet hair spinning with her. The rain was pouring down in sheets and buckets, and she was out in the midst of it all, twirling around in her weekend clothes. Her dark and light green striped hoodie was soaked through and so was her pink paisley skirt over her lyric-strewn jeans. She was barefoot and the grass kissed her feet. Her two piercings on both of her upper ears winked as she continued to spin. She seemed to like the rain. The sun began to peek out of the clouds and the downpour subsided to a medium drizzle. She stopped spinning and let the rain caress her face softly and gently. She grinned that small, pretty grin, still standing all alone. She looked up at the large castle that was her home; she saw a young man looking at her — just staring as if he were lost in the turquoise blue that was her eyes. She cocked her head to one side and tried to step forward, but tripped over nothing and fell face first in to the lush green that was the grass. Scrambling to her feet, she looked up at the boy. He grinned stupidly at her as if this were a dream. She stepped forward again, this time not slipping. She didn't speak; she didn't have to. The boy knew that she was his everything. He also stepped towards her, taking her hands in his. She began to cry, or so it looked; it could've just been the rain. He pulled her in and held her thin frame close to his chest as if she would melt away with the rain as it ceased. He tangled his fingers in her hair and kissed down her jaw line. She felt safe and warm as he hugged and kissed her. She felt love like she did in the rain. After he finished caressing her he held her in the now-light drizzle and finally whispered close to her ear the three most lovely and hateful words anyone had ever spoken. "I love you."
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