A/N: I don't own Harry Potter

This is for the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Writing Club September

Showtime: 31 - Doubt Comes In - (restriction) Only one character shown or mentioned

Film Festival: 4 - (weather) rain

Warning: depression and suicidal thoughts

Word Count: 374

She stood watching the color fade from the sunset. It seemed fitting, watching the color drain from the sky. She bit back the tears she'd refused to cry all day. She wasn't going to cry them. She wasn't going to cry them ever. Why should she? Why should she be the one crying? No, she was stronger than that.

She walked to the edge of the balcony, her fingers curling around the iron banister. She could smell the metal, could smell the ozone in the air. There was a storm coming. She nearly smiled. Rain would wash away the tear tracks. She could lie, say it was was just rain on her face. She turned her face towards the darkening sky.

A few small flecks of water fell on her nose, like little wet freckles. Slowly, a large tear rolled from her cinnamon eyes down her cheek. It rolled off her face into her bushy hair. Soon more droplets of water joined it, her tears and the sky's.

With a loud boom, the sky seemed to open and a curtain of cold rain washed over her. It plastered her clothing to her skin, her hair to her face, and completely erased any sign of her tears. She stood there, over looking the grounds.

Her fingers never left the banister, she never came closer to the edge, although the idea flickered in and out of her head like the dying light of a candle. No, she didn't want to die, didn't want to jump and feel the wind carrying her away from everything.

For now, for tonight, she just wanted to feel the rain, just wanted to feel something other than the numbness that seemed to be her default emotion lately. The rain slowed to a stop, little pools of water dripping from the roof onto her nose. She sneezed and giggled at the sound.

Slowly, she pulled out her wand, dried her clothes and hair and headed back inside. At least tonight, she had no tears left to cry. At least tonight, there was something other than numbness, a flicker of electricity in her tired soul. She took one last look at the now black sky and walked back inside, already planning her lie.