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Alone. Snow. She was alone in the snow. But where. Looking around, she saw a hillside of snow but there, ahead of her. It was a run-down old shack. The girl began pulling herself toward it. Being was what matter. Remembering would come later. Getting up on her hands and knees, she dragged herself to the door of the shack. She assumed there was no one inside, as it looked as if it had not been used in years. She went straight to the door and tried to open it instead of knocking. The door wasn't locked and she pulled herself in, closed the door and huddled in a corner, trying to get warm.
Senara Silvertongue was 16. She had just reached the shrieking shack in late November, but she didn't know that yet. She did know that she had been forced to flee to England from mainland Europe. But she couldn't remember why. She knew she had attended Beaubutons until mid October this year. She knew she couldn't go back there. And she knew she was near Hogwarts, her hopeful destination.
That was as far as her mind went before it collapsed into total, dreamless sleep.
Nearby, in the Room of Requirement in Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, four wizards conversed. Sirius Black, James Potter, Remus Lupin, and Peter Pettigrew were their names. Currently James and Sirius were leading a discussion of their newest plan for tormenting Snivilus, in other words, Severus Snape. Peter would occasionally chime in with a short exclamation of agreement only to be ignored, while Remus sat in a comfy chair staring off into space.
"Oh! We should come up with a curse that'll make it so his head's on backwards," Sirius spoke his idea so vehemently that it brought Remus out of his thoughtful trance.
He had been thinking about the upcoming full moon. It was Thursday night and the full moon was Sunday night. But the had also been wondering about that adventures James and Sirius would come up with to entertain them.
"So… You're still devising torture plans are you?" Remus asked a little slyly.
"But of course. You know how much this entertains us," James replied in a mock-humble tone.
Reums grinned. "Yes, I s'pose. Now, are we going to do any of our Trasfiguration homework for tomorrow or not?" he asked, bringing them back to another reason they were there.
"But Remus, we already know it all," whined Sirius.
"Yes, but bractice makes perfect," James quoted glibly. Sirius took offense to the tone and glared at James as they got out their books and homework. While the rest of them were doing so, Remus looked out over dark, snow covered grounds, wondering about snow and its effects on magic, or if there were any effects at all.