The rain was refreshing, it was calming, it was soothing. She'd forget about all of her worries, everything she's ever done wrong, and just laugh and spin and dance in the rain, her hair sticking to her head, clothes clinging to her thin frame.

Her friends (honestly, they were more like acquaintances because they treated Hannah as if she was under an invisibility cloak most of the time, unless they had a point to be made) called her totally insane. Isn't it cold? Aren't you going to get hypothermia or something? But it was a way of releasing all of that built up anger and frustration and loneliness and it made her feel free. She'd go back to the common room, soaked to the bone but much, much happier than she was before she left. It was a way to forget about her insecurities and just focus on being her, because who cared what anybody else thought?

She, Hannah, had always been the alone one. She wasn't pompous and outgoing like Ernie, or extremely nice, like Susan, and consequently, she was ignored, she was invisible. Hufflepuff was the weak option, or so they say, already, so why would anyone pay any attention to her, a Hufflepuff half-blood with no special talents, nothing charming, not remotely pretty, with her constantly flushed face and unmanageable pigtails.

But no matter how hopeless Hannah felt, how lonely, desolate, and cold, she'd always dance in the rain.


Character Diversity Boot Camp, prompt dance. Wand Wood Challenge, category Ash. Weasley's Wizard Wheezes, category Headless Hats.

If You Dare Challenge, prompt #504 Rain