A/N: Just a random idea that struck...I simply love the call of inspiration at two in the morning *blinks with bleary eyes* Short & Sweet fic...right to the point.
Big Thanks goes to GloriaNewt for the banter in which this idea appeared!
Enjoy x
By Her Side
The weather matched her mood.
Heavy grey clouds lingered, threatening to burst, expelling its contents onto the earth below. It appeared that a storm was brewing. The air was humid which seemed unusual for this time of year.
The gravel crunched under her weight as she strode out into the middle of courtyard, surveying the exterior of the academy. Nothing out of the ordinary, nothing out of place, the way she liked it. A small smile formed only to quickly dissolve. The expression itself had not graced her features for some time.
"Up!" she commanded, sharply
The wind howled angrily. Mother natures giving a warning, warning that the storm was imminent. Somewhere far away in the distance, there was a low rumble of thunder. The wind violently whipped her cloak. She remained on course, refusing to deviate from the route which was very familiar after countless commutes and the arrival of the brewing storm would not prevent her, nothing would. She was determined, clutching with white knuckles to the broom.
The force of the wind forced her to squint, fighting against the invisible force which tried to slow her from reaching her destination. Her eyes watered much to her dismay.
Gracefully, she landed and carefully inspected herself. Making sure she looked presentable and that she did not look like what the proverbial cat had dragged in. Smoothing out the creases from her clothing and adjusting her wind-swept cloak.
The broomstick rested against the crumbling wall. Grasping her cloak, she pulled it closer towards her shivering body unsure if the cold weather or adrenaline had caused her to shake.
"Ah! There you are...as always," she started, the conversation was awkward to say the least
Her eyes looked at the ground, "I would appreciate your worldly advice...to have a second chance but some things are just not meant to be." she sighed sadly
The Grey clouds hovered above her, struggling to prevent the downpour.
"I had a speech fully prepared but being here...seeing you."
Biting the bottom of her lip, she refused to cry. Clearing her throat she attempted to finish, she was determined.
"Deep down, I would like to think that you knew...the impact, effect and importance you had on my life." licking her lips and now staring at her
"You were always the voice of reason and clarity," before being into a smile, "Everyone still asks for you..."
She looked at the time. Where had the time gone? Feeling like she had just arrived and now it was time to return, their time together was always limited but the rewards themselves always played in her favour.
"Call me sentimental but...I bought you a gift." she rushed, knowing what the response would have been and with the flick of her wrist a small bunch of flowers appeared in her hand
"I never want to leave!" she complaining, "I know what you're going to say," holding her hands defensively, "But, I want you to know that I'm sorry."
Raindrops began to fall, decorating the surroundings with heavy drops, splashing. It was her cue to return back to the academy before the weather got too treacherous.
It was time to say goodbye once more, once again. The annual visit would always take the mental toll on her.
"I shall return...next year." bending down, she smiled and toyed with the small bunch of flowers
The rain continued to fall. She wished the falling water could cleanse her soul as she felt the droplets splash against her face. With confidence and ease, she sat on her broomstick and floated effortlessly into the air as her eyes never leaving the lone gravestone which sat under a naked tree.
"Sleep well, Constance."