Quietly she stands.
Light is still in the sky, and the wind is whispering through the fields. The lake glistens in the fading light, and the air is fresh.
There is a peaceful stillness surrounding Hogwarts this evening.
Which is exactly what Hermione needs. Peaceful Stillness.
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I know I shouldn't have left. I, who am known to be so rational, so rule abiding, that it would be me who would cause a spectacle like that.
And nevertheless, for all that I am known for, will they credit my rushing out with having to do with anything but end-of-year-stress?
All those who don't know me; they will all probably will just think that Harry or Ron did something to offend me, or that I was dumped by some other pimple-faced idiot.
That or that I'm just upset because I missed one of the extra-credit assignments.
Is that all they see in me?
Have they forgotten all that I am? Am I, the person, so easy to forget that all they remember is the hardworking student?
No one will understand.
I know that sounds harsh. But I'm right.
My years before Hogwarts – where not hard, but still, I did not have friends who interested me. I spent my time watching others, tracing thoughts, learning to understand people's emotional patterns.
Not that that ever helped my social life.
But I know people. I know them well enough to realize that none of them will understand.
The wind blows harder.
'You've always loved the wind.' I think, as it blows by my face.
The wind. How it moves, so untamed and free; how simple it is and yet, entirely unexplainable.
Sometimes it's soft, or warm; sometimes harsh and unwelcome.
'Just like change.'
With a sad smile, an ironic smile, I remember the song.
I look around me.
I have abandoned my school robes somewhere on the lawn, trying to escape my troubles. I am now in my favorite jeans and a gray long-sleeved shirt with a small hoodie that I never use; I have too much hair for it to look right.
Normally, it would be too warm to wear a long shirt by this time of year, but today, it is nice and cool.
I am alone.
Everyone is inside, probably completing their homework, socializing, or those in a rush are packing their things.
Two weeks. Just two and I'll be leaving Hogwarts, perhaps for the final time.
I am a muggle-born in a magical place. All that one could learn from life, I learned here.
After all these years, the castle is still breath taking.
Even after having spent so much of my time here, I will never really know all that there is to find in this place.
And yet, there is an emptiness surrounding Hogwarts this evening. None of the birds sing, and there is no noise coming from the Forbidden Forest.
The only sound you can hear is the wind.
I don't feel self-conscious; there is no one who can see me.
My hair blows from my face, and with my head back I sing:
"Oh Wild Wind,
Won't you blow?
And carry me to my love,
Though I know not were to go.
I'll spread my wings on
Your windy back, I'll ride
Oh blow, while he's willing, wont you blow?"
The last note is still echoing as I turn to resume look over the lake.
I don't have a wonderful voice, but I'm not tone-deaf. I am gifted enough to be allowed to sing, but not so much that I could seriously consider doing it for anything but private pleasure.
Musik is a comfort to me.
Love. I am waiting for a love, I know that. I am currently unattached, and feel no reason to pursue any one interest.
- But is that truly what is causing this emptiness, this... need?
"If it could blow me away form this.... I would go." I whisper softly to the wind.
Love? No, it's much more than that.
My loneliness.
Illogical? I know. I have so many friends. And they love me so. But they don't know.
How could they? I can't tell them.
Someone needs to simply see it. To understand it, acknowledge it. Don't ask me why, or how I know this. But that's the way it is.
Even if it wasn't that way, I can't tell them. I don't know how.
How could I explain something that I do not understand?
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A/N: Thank you for reading! I am currently working on the next chapter(s); so one should be up in – at the most – two weeks. I am not quite sure how long this story will end up being, but I hope you continue too read it and enjoy it.
-Curious who the mystery man is? He will be revealed in the next chapter!
Feel free to drop me a line at any time!
Reviews will be greatly appreciated, and rewarded with chocolate Easter eggs!
Light is still in the sky, and the wind is whispering through the fields. The lake glistens in the fading light, and the air is fresh.
There is a peaceful stillness surrounding Hogwarts this evening.
Which is exactly what Hermione needs. Peaceful Stillness.
*-*-*-*-*-*
I know I shouldn't have left. I, who am known to be so rational, so rule abiding, that it would be me who would cause a spectacle like that.
And nevertheless, for all that I am known for, will they credit my rushing out with having to do with anything but end-of-year-stress?
All those who don't know me; they will all probably will just think that Harry or Ron did something to offend me, or that I was dumped by some other pimple-faced idiot.
That or that I'm just upset because I missed one of the extra-credit assignments.
Is that all they see in me?
Have they forgotten all that I am? Am I, the person, so easy to forget that all they remember is the hardworking student?
No one will understand.
I know that sounds harsh. But I'm right.
My years before Hogwarts – where not hard, but still, I did not have friends who interested me. I spent my time watching others, tracing thoughts, learning to understand people's emotional patterns.
Not that that ever helped my social life.
But I know people. I know them well enough to realize that none of them will understand.
The wind blows harder.
'You've always loved the wind.' I think, as it blows by my face.
The wind. How it moves, so untamed and free; how simple it is and yet, entirely unexplainable.
Sometimes it's soft, or warm; sometimes harsh and unwelcome.
'Just like change.'
With a sad smile, an ironic smile, I remember the song.
I look around me.
I have abandoned my school robes somewhere on the lawn, trying to escape my troubles. I am now in my favorite jeans and a gray long-sleeved shirt with a small hoodie that I never use; I have too much hair for it to look right.
Normally, it would be too warm to wear a long shirt by this time of year, but today, it is nice and cool.
I am alone.
Everyone is inside, probably completing their homework, socializing, or those in a rush are packing their things.
Two weeks. Just two and I'll be leaving Hogwarts, perhaps for the final time.
I am a muggle-born in a magical place. All that one could learn from life, I learned here.
After all these years, the castle is still breath taking.
Even after having spent so much of my time here, I will never really know all that there is to find in this place.
And yet, there is an emptiness surrounding Hogwarts this evening. None of the birds sing, and there is no noise coming from the Forbidden Forest.
The only sound you can hear is the wind.
I don't feel self-conscious; there is no one who can see me.
My hair blows from my face, and with my head back I sing:
"Oh Wild Wind,
Won't you blow?
And carry me to my love,
Though I know not were to go.
I'll spread my wings on
Your windy back, I'll ride
Oh blow, while he's willing, wont you blow?"
The last note is still echoing as I turn to resume look over the lake.
I don't have a wonderful voice, but I'm not tone-deaf. I am gifted enough to be allowed to sing, but not so much that I could seriously consider doing it for anything but private pleasure.
Musik is a comfort to me.
Love. I am waiting for a love, I know that. I am currently unattached, and feel no reason to pursue any one interest.
- But is that truly what is causing this emptiness, this... need?
"If it could blow me away form this.... I would go." I whisper softly to the wind.
Love? No, it's much more than that.
My loneliness.
Illogical? I know. I have so many friends. And they love me so. But they don't know.
How could they? I can't tell them.
Someone needs to simply see it. To understand it, acknowledge it. Don't ask me why, or how I know this. But that's the way it is.
Even if it wasn't that way, I can't tell them. I don't know how.
How could I explain something that I do not understand?
*-*-*-*-*-*
A/N: Thank you for reading! I am currently working on the next chapter(s); so one should be up in – at the most – two weeks. I am not quite sure how long this story will end up being, but I hope you continue too read it and enjoy it.
-Curious who the mystery man is? He will be revealed in the next chapter!
Feel free to drop me a line at any time!
Reviews will be greatly appreciated, and rewarded with chocolate Easter eggs!