The Peak Of My Existence [T.N]

GIANT

Bright blue sky indicated summer was fast approaching. Along with the noisy twittering of birds overhead, the fully bloomed trees casting shade from the sporadic spots of sunlight through lessened clouds, flowers of red and pink decorated the lush green grass.

A warm April breeze blew through Vulpecula's golden brown hair as she scribbled down in her leather-bound notebook.

What's happening to me, I feel so strange.
I cant tell what's good what's bad my mind is chaos.
Nothing is the same. Not since the escape. I wish I hadn't left Grimauld place. I want my dad, Uncle Remus.
I can't eat, I can't sleep. He's everywhere and I can't escape him, not even in my dreams.

After placing herself at the base of an oak tree on the bank of the vast Black Lake, Vulpecula had spent the afternoon of the first day back doing nothing but write in her book and read her newest purchase 'Ariel', a selection of poetry written by a muggle poet, since she was free of lessons after lunch.

The day before played out rather horribly for Vulpecula, not at all how she would've liked.

The morning saw the teens say their farewells to the Weasley couple, Sirius and Remus before boarding the train. Vulpecula was tinged with guilt for leaving Kobra, who had gotten used to her being back home.

The group of young wizards and witches split to find their friends in their respective years, Fred and George in one direction, Ginny in the other.

The remaining four were anxious about their return, stomachs were swarming with not butterflies, but moths. It was sickening; at any given moment, all could crumble in front of them.

"Cheer up V," Ron advised in the most chipper tone he could manage. "It's all gonna be okay."

Vulpecula smiled sadly at her friend, she valued his efforts greatly, so much so that she worried he would not know the true extent of her appreciation.

The four sat in silence for the majority of the train journey, with few exceptions. The compartment smelt, as usual, of dust and wood polish, and so the window was kept open a portion to allow for fresh air to circulate.

With twenty minutes remaining, Vulpecula rose from her seat and exited the carriage. The three watched her do so in confusion but did not voice their bewilderment.

The girl ambled slowly down the length of the train carriage, until reaching the end door. As she always did, she pulled down the window and placed her arms upon the ledge, resting her cheek upon them.

The rapid wind blew her already knotted hair in spirals, obstructing her vision, tangling around itself further.

Vulpecula's mind raced with images of Voldemort, the corpse of Cedric Diggory, the dreams, the visions.

Her heart rate accelerated and her eyes began to prick with tears but were dried by the swift wind. Her breathing grew short and rapid, her throat tightening. She lifted her head and clawed at her chest, heaving, pulling on her necklaces. 

Unbeknownst to the struggling Gryffindor, a particular pair of eyes were fixed on her. A pair of blue eyes burnt into her back as she fought her hardest not to crumble.

"Alright there, Black?" The fake sympathy was pungent, the voice was recognised in an instant.

Vulpecula, still struggling for breath, spun and backed up against the train door. Her hair was being brought out of the open window by the circulating rush of wind.

"M-ma-" She urged herself to speak, to breathe.

"What's up?" Draco's cloying tone would've made  her gag, if she hadn't already been doing so. "Cat got your tongue?"