The rain thundered down about them, beating the parched ground into submission as the raindrops shot to the ground.
She was soaked through, her skin saturated with her tears, the rain somehow not washing them away, almost as if if it did it would wash everything else of her away. She stomped about, taking the heads off dead flowers with well-aimed kicks, splashing in the fast forming puddles.
"Ginny!" Hermione called, an umbrella shielding her from the onslaught, her clothing drenched in moments. Ginny cowered, turning from the sound of her name as fresh tears slipped from her eyes.
"Ginny!" She cried again, now jogging after the redhead.
She sniffed, wiping her wet hand over her face futilely, and turned on her heel to meet the girl. Hermione slowed her pace, stepping carefully up to her oldest friend.
"Ginny," she began gently, her brown eyes too full of sympathy for Ginny's liking. "It'll all be ok."