A/N: This is my own personal challenge to see if I could write a whole fic without dialogue.
Warm afternoons and clear, bright blue skies with a short but intense cool breeze were the type of days Katie Bell looked forward to, especially if she could spend it outside, frolicking lazily in the vividly green grass and the newly blooming rainbow of flowers . She cherished these warm spring days, since they made her hopeful for whatever the future had in store for her. Spring made her explode with happiness that almost seemed too good to be true. Disbelief of the perfection of these days would always lose to the sheer beauty of spring because days like these were a welcomed contrast to the cold blanket of gloomy fog that loomed over the Wizarding World during the war.
Katie was energized whenever these perfect days rolled around and she hadn't stopped moving outside. She rarely stepped inside, and only ventured inside for sleep, food and bathing. This is the life I love, Katie thought as she walked through what seemed like a well trodden, dusty path that was surrounded by the lushness of the tallest trees, under the security of nature and the outside. The trees, with their brown bark and their spindly branches, reaching out to touch something that didn't or couldn't or shouldn't exist, wrapped Katie with a sense of security a human could never give her.
Humans. For such a social girl, she never really truly understood people. 'Understand' wasn't really the right word in this situation to describe how she felt about people most of the time. Confusion might have been better. Confusion at how people could ever hate the beauty of nature that was outside their houses, and at their very fingertips. Despite how preachy she sounds in her mind-she mentally kicked herself for sounding so stuck up in her newfound love of the color that surrounded her in the shape of nature-she just couldn't wrap her head around why people would disagree.
She sighed, one part frustrated for letting insignificant things like thinking about nonsense ruin her nature walk and one part satisfied that she walked for so long. Out of the blue, Katie began thinking back to her Hogwarts days-they weren't too long ago, but she doesn't really believe it, not yet-and all of the yelling she did with Oliver about anything and nothing and everything. He would help her think about different ideas, even if he couldn't stop talking after not-really proving or completely missing the point. She grinned, because Oliver's rants were genuinely funny.
The fact that they made next to no sense was what made them so Oliver-like. Alicia mimicking him badly always, without fail, made Oliver red with something like rage (or embarrassment, Katie could never tell) but he'd never do anything about it. I can't hit a girl, is Oliver's excuse to freezing in place and turning bright red. George would sarcastically quip that nobody mentioned hitting and that Oliver's violence was astoundingly unnecessary. Oliver promptly ended practice after that. Katie let out a too-loud laugh. She shivered, briskly reminded by the sudden wind and the inky blackness of the sky that it was night time. Katie picked up her pace to get home faster, because she became tired faster than she realized.
This afternoon was a success.