Virginia Weasley sat in the snow, tears pouring down her reddened cheeks. Her fiery red hair was sticking to her face, damp from the heavy snow and salty tears dancing from her chocolate brown eyes. Her frail body was huddled in the cloak, trying to seek warmth to fight off the cold that plagued her body. Her body heaved and shivered with the sharp outtake and intake of breath along with the cold. Dark thoughts diseased her mind, thoughts of jumping into the lake or standing out in the middle of the Forbidden Forest were the only thing excerising her mind to keep working. Virginia tried to edge the thought of getting up and going to the castle for warmth, but her body stayed frozen in place.
She half-hoped that some decent soul would take it upon themselves to find her, but she knew no one cared. Her life had been turned into turmoil by her supposedly caring older brother, Ron. Everyone, or most, had taken Harry's side of the rivalry, which meant most refused to talk to anyone who carried the dead weight last name of Weasley. Virginia knew that no one would care if she was out here, not even Hermione...who used to be like a sister to her.
Tears poured faster and faster down her face, burning a path on her cheeks as the wiped out the piercing cold. The dark descended down with a more bitter cold, that bit through her cloak harshly. Gingerly, Virginia grasped the tree for support and pulled herself up. Tenderly, she blindily made her way back to the warmth of the castle. The dim lights of the torches in the castle guided her way towards it and like a lost soul, she followed it.
A rivalry had forced Harry Potter and Ron Weasley to never talk again, the glory of Quidditch ripping the seams of an old friendship. Hermione Granger and Virginia Weasley were caught in the middle, Virginia was forced to remain hidden from contact of Harry, but Hermione broke free of being friends with of either Harry or Ron.....and Virginia. Virginia's life course was set by Ron, but she can't help but thinking that somehow....in this new light.....her feelings for Harry have resurfaced.
She half-hoped that some decent soul would take it upon themselves to find her, but she knew no one cared. Her life had been turned into turmoil by her supposedly caring older brother, Ron. Everyone, or most, had taken Harry's side of the rivalry, which meant most refused to talk to anyone who carried the dead weight last name of Weasley. Virginia knew that no one would care if she was out here, not even Hermione...who used to be like a sister to her.
Tears poured faster and faster down her face, burning a path on her cheeks as the wiped out the piercing cold. The dark descended down with a more bitter cold, that bit through her cloak harshly. Gingerly, Virginia grasped the tree for support and pulled herself up. Tenderly, she blindily made her way back to the warmth of the castle. The dim lights of the torches in the castle guided her way towards it and like a lost soul, she followed it.
A rivalry had forced Harry Potter and Ron Weasley to never talk again, the glory of Quidditch ripping the seams of an old friendship. Hermione Granger and Virginia Weasley were caught in the middle, Virginia was forced to remain hidden from contact of Harry, but Hermione broke free of being friends with of either Harry or Ron.....and Virginia. Virginia's life course was set by Ron, but she can't help but thinking that somehow....in this new light.....her feelings for Harry have resurfaced.