Phoebe was sitting at the river bank, smiling and throwing pebbles into the water, until her friend Dominic walked up to her.
"Okay, listen Phoebe. We've had it up to here with your antics. You better change your attitude soon, or else we have to use drastic measures."
"What's with the pronoun game, who's "we"?"
Suddenly, as if right on cue, a rumble was heard. The ground shook and in the distance a large smoke cloud could be seen.
"Dom? What's going on?", Phoebe asked, slightly afraid of what was going to happen quite soon.
Dominic stayed quiet and watched the massive crowd gain speed when it came out of the castle. Hundreds, maybe even thousands of students, teachers, school staff and many other people charged towards the river bank. As soon as Phoebe realized what happened, she made a run for it. Dominic tried to catch up to her, but she was too fast. Seems as if all those years of P.E. really worked out for her.
Once the mob arrived at the river bank, Phoebe was nowhere to be seen. Everyone was angry and tired from running such a large distance for nothing. The teachers were furious, the Ravenclaw house wailed and whined for not being able to catch her in time and the entire Slytherin house was enraged. The Hufflepuffs didn't show up, they were too busy huffing their puffs in the common room. That's what happens when your homeroom teacher teaches Herbology. The Gryffindors also weren't there, unfortunately, having much more important stuff to do, like adventuring and being obviously the best possible pick.
One Slytherin girl was particulary pissed, Pansy Parkinson. Being the insufferable traitress that she was, she suggested having You-Know-Who and his Death Eaters capture her, but that idea was quickly rejected, mainly because asking someone to help the school whose armies have threatened to murder a small minority of unexplained magical Muggles whose children are being housed at this same school right as we speak, isn't really the best option for hunting down a teenage girl who hasn't really done anything wrong.
"After her!", Dominic yelled, as he pointed in the direction where Phoebe ran off to. The mob dashed past him with such speed, he almost got knocked over. Fact: Wizards can run up to ten times faster than even the fastest Muggle (it may not be a true fact, but it's a fact anyway).
Phoebe is still hiding from the mob. In the Forbidden Forest, with giant spiders, Umbridge-assaulting centaurs and a flying Ford Anglia, which is probably haunted by now. Phoebe looks between the trees towards the outside world. The legion of angry wizards dashes by, not noticing Phoebe looking at her.
"This won't do.", Phoebe thinks to herself. "I can't hide out here forever! There are numerous creatures who live here who won't appreciate me living here. Especially not for long periods of time. Please, someone, help me!"
Phoebe MacElroy, student, witch. An outcast, rejected and done away with by the people she thought were her friends. She's all alone and needs someone. You can help her if you want to. There's not much time left though.
