A/N: Ack, sad prompts.
Word Count: 179
Drabble Fifty: Sadness
It surrounded her. That icky word that everyone tip-toed around as if it was broken shards of glass. It enveloped her like an avalanche, burying her beneath the tense atmosphere of fear. Of course, no one seemed to notice it but her. Either that, or they ignored it, and pretended everything was alright. But it wasn't alright. Everywhere she looked, it had touched something, affected someone, or was instilled in some everyday object. Everyone tended to try and relieve the pain. It never worked.
Sadness was everywhere. There was no getting rid of it, as it was just... there. It hung around, lurking in dark corners, just waiting to latch on to it's next victim. Hermione hated it. It had surrounded her soul, and she was desperate to get rid of it. But for every victim of this disease, there is always a cause, and if you're lucky, a cure. In Hermione's case, there was one person who had caused all this sadness by departing from this world and into the next: Fred Weasley.
