"No secrets right, Draco?"
Ivory Greenwood is in her 4th year at Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry, when she comes across Draco Malfoy. She always had an eye on him.
It was one of her secrets. Her friends don't particularly like him, and...
Autumn is coming up. I find it such an enchanting and cozy season. It is the perfect time to enjoy a nice cup of tea while watching the raindrops stream down the window.
Today was a free day. I put on some warm socks and Draco's sweater. Ginny was busy packing her books, "Ivory, do you want to go to the library with me and Hermione?"
"Actually, I think I'll stay in today. You two go ahead." It felt like a day that I wanted to spend alone. Regardless, my thoughts will keep me busy.
When they left, I decided to set the mood with some background music and turned on our record player. I browsed through Ginny's vinyl collection and selected a song. As the music filled the room, I sat down and retrieved a box containing my art supplies, which I had brought from home. I prepared a large cup of hot cinnamon tea and opened my sketchbook. Within an hour, I had completed my sketch.
I sat by the window, my gaze following the raindrops. It was pouring outside. However, the rain looked so refreshing after the hot summer. An idea began to form in my mind. I slipped on my shoes and headed out of my dorm.
"Where are you off to, miss girl?", Fred asked with a playful wink.
"On her way for some fun of course.", George chimed in, inevitably turning it into one of his usual dirty jokes.
I sighed, rolling my eyes. "No, that's not what I'm doing. Just watch." With that, I left the common room and made my way to the Courtyard. As I arrived, people were sprinting inside, drenched and desperately shielding themselves with books and robes. I stood at the entrance of the Courtyard, waiting patiently within its sheltered archway.
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I leaned against the pillar, tilting my head to the sky. It seemed a storm was fast approaching, with large raindrops splashing against the ground. Taking a deep breath, I stepped outside. Without a coat, my sweater was quickly drenched.
"You're going to catch a cold out there!", someone called out as they hurried past, their voice barely audible over the rain.
The raindrops dripped from my hair to my feet. I sank down onto the ground in the center of the square, stretching out on my back and spreading my arms wide. The cold water seeping through my sweater sent a shiver down my spine, but the sensation of the droplets streaming down my face was strangely refreshing. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the sound of the rain. My breath deepened, my body unwinding in the embrace of the storm. To my surprise, lying in the rain felt almost therapeutic. I must have been there for about five minutes before others began to gather around.
"She's crazy!", someone exclaimed.
"Definitely gone mad that one.", Fred and George muttered, shaking their heads in unison.
