The clouds were light and gorgeous in the deep blue sky. They swirled and danced about in joy as a young red headed woman sat below them, confused /b Why had she said yes, when she could have had everything that she wanted him ihim/i. She felt weak and let his portrait fall from her pale hands. She was shaking. bShe looked and the photograph, the frame golden with flowers encircling a young man, smiling coyly out to the world to see./b

She knew there would have been bbouleversement/b if she had refused. She would have been slapped, would have been hit if she refused him – it left her no choice but to say yes. But she didn't love him. She felt no passion for Kevin Schreyer, like she felt about her love, her isecret/i love. While at school, they had been so bflippant/b about their relationship, and it had come back to bite them in the rear. If only she had told her mother about Arthur; not that she would have approved.

Molly Prewitt sighed, as she picked herself up and leaned up against the old oak tree that faced the castle. Wasn't she too young to marry? Shouldn't she have a choice in the matter? It was her life, after all, wasn't it. They were young. But time was limited. It could end in a matter of second, taken from you and smashed, many pieces, memories of you to exist. Nothing else.

She knew she didn't want to spend that time with Kevin. He was vile, made her yawn of boredom. He filled her with ennui, making her eyes water, and if she had one wish, it would be to shut him up!

She felt as if there were no way to get out of this…this situation, without resorting to so such desperate measures. She couldn't marry anyone but Arthur Weasely.

Pushing her self up, she scooped the photo and it held it close to her bosom. Memory.

"Arthur, it isn't right," Molly giggled playfully, her smile and the happiness that you could see in her eyes a dead give away. A dead give away for the fact that she didn't care whether or not what they were doing was right. All she truly cared about was there love.

"Of course it isn't right. It's love, it isn't supposed to make sense," the attractive young man said, pulling her close. Leaning towards her, he whispered in her ear, "If it were right, you think we would have met in the first place? No, of course not!" She giggled, and rested her shoulder on his head. Nothing could change this moment.

She felt a soft warmth on her cheek. The tear slowly fell down to her chin, and she collapsed, biting her lip so as to not cry out, and be heard by the mass of cheerful students. They were too young! She shouldn't be forced to make a choice.

She shouldn't be forced to make a choice where the choice she wanted would cause her family pain. She shouldn't be forced to make a choice where the choice her family wanted would cause her pain.

She couldn't make a choice where she had none.

Kevin smiled at her, his somewhat handsome face twisted into an uncharacteristic grin. "Molly Prewitt, would you care to be my lovely bride?"

"I…uh,"

The red head, dressed in a vividly bright pair of dress robes tried to force one word out, to tell them the truth. But she couldn't even hurt someone as nauseating as Kevin.

Somehow, her voice couldn't grasp itself around the word no. It couldn't make any noise except for confused chatter.

"I..uh,"

He smiled, "I knew you'd love me as much as I love you."

What could a girl say to that/

Dropping the photograph on the soft blanket of the green grass, she attempted to pick her self up again. She had made her decision, hard as it was. She hated it, and simply wanted to run away from everything. Leave her supposed new fiancée, and run off.

She walked towards her future, leaving the shabby photograph on the ground, soon to be covered with rain and dirt.

Forgotten.