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❝ HIS GREY EYES WERE HARD TO SEE FROM AFAR , BUT I COULD TELL THEY WERE DIALATED AND THEY WERE INDEED HOODED . ❞

HOODED EYES

MELODY HARPER

I RAN TO WHERE I NORMALLY WOULD GO, the black lake. We all have that place that makes us feel calm and relaxed, a place that is apart of you, without it, you don't know where you would've gone, or what would have happened.

Walking down to the lake, leaves that had fallen off of the trees, were crunching under my feet after each step I took. The sky was an eerie grey, the clouds that were up in the sky were quite dense, and murky, it ended up giving off this gloomy, overcast aura. I loved it.

I've always found weather that is dark and stormy-like to be as a sort of comfort ordeal. It's been quite my favorite type of weather growing up. I'd sit on my window sill, while reading one of my favorite books, that was sitting on the shelf in my room, and listen to the rain pour from the outside.  When i'd look up, I could see the little rain pellets falling down the window; sometimes when I was growing up, I would pretend that they were having a race, I would watch certain droplets go faster than others, while some went quite slow. Half of them would slide down the glass and combine with the other, making them fall at a more increased rate.

The memory had ended up making me smile as I was walking to the lake.  The grounding that was under my feet had changed, instead of it being dirt and dried, crunched up leaves. It was now, small and large grey pebbles scatter around. There were many larger rocks surrounding this area, some where you could sit at and talk with friends, some that you could carve into with a smaller rock, you could honestly do anything you wanted to here at the lake, no one to really see or judge you.

I looked over to this one rock that I would always go to since the second year. Although it was dusty and had quite a lot of dirt on it, the engraving I had carved was still visible on the bottom left of the grey stone. I walked over to the rock, leaning down to where I was sitting on the back of my heels, just enough to be able to rub off the dirt, not enough to hurt me. My pale hand moving forward and pressing the stone, my palm obviously felt quite cold from the stone, but it was a soothing feeling. I swiped my hand over the initials of mine, 'M . H ' and tried to get as much of the grime off of it.

The palm of my small hand was now covered in a brown and grey coloring, I pressed my lips in a uptight form, before roughly wiping them on my rugged dark blue jeans. I looked around just to see if anyone else was present at the black lake before taking a seat on top of the rock that had my intials engraved.

There was a sturdy tree directly behind the rock, the bark wasn't rough and patchy, it was quite smooth to where you could rest your head on it. I leaned back, letting the top of my head fall gently on the tree before letting out a sigh and closing my eyes. I let my thoughts travel back to that certain blonde haired Slytherin. I began to wonder why he reacted like that, he wasn't like my boyfriend so he couldn't had no right to tell me who I could and couldn't be touched by. The fury and jealously had been raging in his eyes like a wildfire and I was just the wind. Everytime I made a remark that pissed him off, it was like the air would blow on the fire, causing it to grow until it could destroy everything that was possible in its path.