The forest sat still, the occasional bird whistle floating through the air. The rotting carcass of a stag lay next to the remains of a tree that had died from lack of sunlight. Blue eyes stared at the stag, demurely watching the bugs flitter and crawl over and around the remains of muscle stretched over bone. One could say that the hunched over girl with a mess of hair had nothing better to do, if the bored look on her face was any indication. She sat there, the shifting of sunlight weaving its way through the leaves of the trees above her was the only noticeable sign of time passing.
The girl stood up, her gaze not leaving the mound of flesh. She stood there for a moment before suddenly whipping around and sprinting in the opposite direction. All the branches and bushes covering any discernible path served no purpose, for she wasn't following a visible path to the naked eye. Instead, the girl found it to be more sensible to use thick tree branches and fallen logs as her chosen path. One could guess that this was her favourite mode of transport by the way she swung between them, others would rather compare her to a human trying to play monkey.
Eventually, the girl reached her chosen destination; a lovely large pond that spanned around ten metres in diameter. Deep down by the floor of the pond were fish bigger than a skull, the fish that swam closer to the top were more the size of koi. The fish, in fact, seemed to be the point of interest for the girl as she crouched like she had by the corpse - at the edge of the water.
This time, she only crouched for a few minutes before languidly wading her way in, the fish hurriedly swimming away as soon as she entered. The girl waded in until she was about chin deep. Then she blew some bubbles.
A woman with square glasses and her years present on her skin hurried through the town. This particular woman, though attempting to blend in with a nice white frilly blouse and a black ankle length skirt, was clearly not blending in and stuck out rather like a sore thumb. She garnered looks everywhere she went but from the looks on her usually stoic face, none of the eyes of the towns-people that looked her way were those of who she was looking for. Above her, clouds began releasing fat droplets of rain. One of which, fell directly onto the bridge of the stern woman's nose, flicking smaller droplets onto her glasses and into her eyes. While walking, she begrudgingly took off her glasses and cleaned them with a handkerchief before slipping them back on her nose. Only for another droplet to hit her cheek and cause a similar effect to the first. Instead of cleaning her glasses again, the woman resigned herself to heading inside a small motel for shelter, forced to push her search to the next day - or at least until the rain let up.
Against her favor, the rain continued through the night and into the morning.
The remains of a night heavy with rain was present in the way that droplets continued to fall on any unsuspecting victim who hoped to find refuge under the trees. They serve no one, not even the mightiest of Gods.
Synthia knew this, she supposed, ever since a branch broke one summer evening and caused some of the worst grazes she'd ever had. There were still a few visible lines on her legs and arms from that. Speaking of visible lines, Synthia stared at her fingers, studying them with an almost blank gaze. For a moment she wondered to herself where she got them from... Ah, she remembered now. She had been playing with a knife she had found by the edge of the forest. At the time she was throwing it in the air and catching it again, as she found that sort of thing entertaining. Usually she only had rocks, this time she had something different. Though she quickly learned that catching it wrong would result in sore fingers. After some time she thought she had grown rather adept at throwing and catching the knife. She knew to keep away from the brown by the base of the blade, though she didn't remember why.
She did her best not to dwell on it.
A giant of man walked casually through the streets. He didn't take any notice of the looks of bewilderment that were thrown his way as he passed by. It would seem that he was used to such things. Eventually he came upon a motel, forced to crouch and squeeze his way through the front door where an old faded 'Welcome! We are open!' sign sat. Popping through the doorway was reminiscent of an octopus escaping from a container, he tried to hide his quiet sigh of relief once inside. He shuffled his way to the front desk where a middle aged woman sat reading a rather thick book, her cheek squished against the palm of her hand. He stood for a moment, "Excuse me?" He said quietly, not wanting to disturb the young lady too much.
Her name tag said Delores, he noted. She took a moment to drag her eyes away from her book, half-heartedly glancing his way before doing a very noticeable double take. "O-Oh, how may i help you?" He could tell that she was trying her best to ignore his size.
"I'm here for a Ms McGonagall. Is she here?" he requested, kindly as he could. It wasn't easy, it was stressful these days, they'd spent two and a half days searching but to no avail.
"Oh, give me one second." She looked down at another open book by her side, this one had the room records. From how little was written one could guess that this particular motel didn't receive much business. "I'm afraid she's not in right now, do you want me to give her anything." she inquired.
"Now that you mention it, could you give her this the next time she comes in?" handing her a note made on yellowing paper, he prepared himself to leave and go back out to the baffled looks on the streets.
"Of course, may I have your name?" she had a pen poised and ready to write on a spare napkin.
"Hagrid," he smiled at her, "It was nice talking to you, Miss Delores." he said before turning around and squeezing his way back out the door.
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