Red
"Angel! Angel, wake up!" Ashley was hysterical. He and Wilkes had been trapped by an aurors unit. They probably wouldn't have gotten out if his brother hadn't showed up with Rabastan and broken the anti-apparition wards. Angelus had been hit with something akin to sectumsempra and there were now long, deep gashes crossing his torso, his undershirt soaked through with bright-red blood.
Andre's hand felt hot on his shoulder. "We have to go, Ash. Before they track us."
"I can't leave Angel." Red on Angel's face and clothes, on the ground, on Ashley's hands…
"There's nothing you can do. Come."
Brown
Peter's brown robes blended with the dark autumn wood – dank and dark, not yet covered with snow. Pettigrew made his way to the rendezvoused with skulking steps. He had gone most of the way as a rat but figured this was now "safe" territory. Peter didn't know why he had been sorted into Gryffindor, he wasn't brave and this betrayal wasn't noble. But they had asked for this. James and Lily. Sirius and Remus. No room for awkward, untalented Peter. Nothing to hold on to…
Sloshing through mud to the Death Eater outpost, Peter hopped to find somewhere to belong.
Black
Black cloaks. Black night sky. Black, ghastly tombstones. Black magic that humms in the air, thick enough to touch, leaving a metallic taste in the caster's mouth. Black pedestal within the perfect circle, magically drawn on the ground with coal. The Dark Lord presides on the pedestal, surrounded by his followers, all of whom are being led in the necromantic ritual by Karkaroff and Voskrisenski. Riddle, as the heir of Slytherin, is the centerpiece, channeling hi Blood Power into the black whole opening up within the circle. This is the Labs most ambitious project yet – summoning the Spirit of Slytherin.
Yellow
"You could've easily been in Ravenclaw," Regulus pointed out to his housemate, Barty Crouch, who sat reading some large book. Regulus was lying on his back, enjoying the bright day. Yellow sun, yellow sunflowers, yellow bees and butterflies…
"I know," Barty said carelessly, flipping the page and squinting from the bright light.
"Did the hat offer to put you there?" Regulus asked, propping himself on his elbows.
"Somewhere in its ramblings. My mother made Ravenclaw. Does it matter?" Barty looked up, displeased at being distracted.
Regulus shrugged. Crouch was strange – withdrawn – but Regulus figured he had to open up eventually.
Blue
It was a tradition for pureblood brides to wear a peace of jewelry, typically a ring or a necklace, with their family's gemstone to their official engagement party where the fiancé would then, at the announcement of the arrangement, would replace the necklace or ring with another, containing the gemstone of his family, signifying the bride's intended switch from her father's House to that of her husband-to-be.
Michelle Evermore stood in front of the mirror in her blue evening gown as her sister, Natalie, fastened the sapphire necklace around her neck. Tonight she would switch to the Parkinson stone – Amethyst.