IMGhttp://i13. Olivia Tucker walked down a New York boulevard alone. A chilly gust of wind blew rain into her short, chestnut hair and chilled her fair skin. Even her few dark brown freckles paled against the tempest. She strode on down the empty sidewalk, fighting to get out of the downpour. Not that she noticed, of course. She had gone on a walk earlier that day to clear her mind and she had gotten lost along the way so she just walked on and on around Queens until she found a hotdog stand.
When she spotted her apartment building in the distance she sighed in relief, glad for a place of refuge to be rid of the rain. She climbed up the stairs to apartment B-4 and pushed the key in the lock and turned it. She opened the door and looked into the tiny bleak dwelling she called home. The front room was painted a dusty color of turquoise blue that almost looked too happy and furnished with old mismatched chairs and a loveseat that smelled strongly of cheap cigarettes and musky perfume.
Katherine threw down her soaked coat on one of the chairs and ventured into her bedroom; dark purple walls and lilac curtains over the windows to block the rare stray rays of sunlight and filled with a bed almost too large for the room and a small chest of drawers. She threw off her clothes and adorned fresh ones from her dresser. Suddenly, something on the dresser caught her eye; a glint of silver among various trinkets. It was a picture in a frame of a past life as Ginny Weasley.
