Calypse: Happy belated birthday Glinnik (you can be grateful knowing that you didn't give me anything at all) or maybe not... Perhaps I just did this to annoy you... but hey, tis better than an angsty Harry right? Oh wait; take this as a Christmas present instead, that would give me a lot less headache.
Choking on her bitter tears Hermione wept stumbling through the halls of Hogwarts: the School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, until she couldn't tell one from another to save her life. Finally after over an hour of getting lost in the castle Hermione made it outside where the scenery presented a heavy contrast to her mood.
Laughter, she could hear nothing but laughter of others as they played in the snow, kissed in the snow and possibly from sounds of things, fucked in the snow. Hermione slapped her slowly freezing hands to her ears shaking her head determinedly and running headlong in to the foliage as to escape them.
Perhaps for an hour or perhaps for a few minutes she walked in the white path leaving nothing but her footsteps in her wake. Soon the cheerful voices faded away behind her like the swirls of snow coating the dark branches. She had wanted to get lost, they had told her specifically to get lost, she sniffled but walked on.
She was not lost of course, she could still see the castle and she had an excellent sense of direction and common sense. But now she was cursing her intelligence for what it was worth for if she had leaned slightly towards the dumb and stupid type, she would not be walking in the knee deep snow wiping her frozen tears away.
She shivered slightly but walked on, knowing that she would hit the shoreline of the lake if she went straight forward, and from there... perhaps she would walk back to the castle and find out that everything was a misconception on her part and everything would be alright again.
'No use' she thought, life was not a fairy tale no matter how people wanted it to be. If she went back, nothing would be the same; sure they would put up a façade, a charade to make it look like nothing was wrong. But she knew, reality hurts; nothing would be the same, nothing. Shaking her head she went further leaning against the tree to pick off ice crystals from her stockings when she finally felt the snow seep in to her legs and between her toes.
"Fairy tales," she said out loud though presenting a speech to a class. "Are stories made to delight young children and hide the truth about reality and all that is there." She looked around, but no one was there to see her. Well perhaps except the wildlife that was hiding under the thick blanket of snow for the winter.
Trees provided far more etiquette audiences, she noted clearing snow off of a stump of a mangled tree and sitting there. Her explanation for running off could wait, why bother explaining? If anything they should be explaining to her.
Suddenly she felt better about the whole thing, though she still felt a twinge of pain go through her heart... ok she felt like she had been shot by an unforgivable curse several times... but it was quite bearable under the circumstances.
"I can win him back anytime." She assured herself, kicking at the snow and making a near invisible indent next to her footprints. "All's fair in love and war, that's why this isn't a fairy tale."
She pressed her palm to her chest recounting the events as they happened in order. Was there anything that she did that caused it? She tried to think and found that it was quite cold, so she hurried back retracing her steps. What she didn't see were the pair of eyes that were boring into her back as she disappeared into the forest.
"Simply, beautiful..."
Calypse: I'm writing romance, instead of updating my stories. You can safely assume I'm doing this to make Nikki very guilty or... the stress is getting to me finally and I'm cracking up.