part one ; chapter five

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A BRIGHT LIGHT SEEPED THROUGH A WINDOW in Melanie's dorm, waking her up. She wiped her eyes and did her usual morning routine. Before leaving her dorm, she grabbed her Saturday backpack and rushed down to the Great Hall to grab some food.

She took a plate that was partially loaded with toast, bacon, and sausage, and started on her way to the Forbidden Forest.

She went until she reached one of the smaller lakes in the forest, and sat to enjoy her Saturday.

For at least an hour, she sat in silence eating her food and drawing with her oil pastels. She had just started staring in space, taking a break from mixing the colors together, when she heard a rustle of bushes behind her.

She turned her head quickly and attempted to look through the thick, leafy forest.

"Aidan?" she asked, looking for her friend.

No one responded.

Not hearing anything, she stood up and withdrew her wand to stand in dueling position.

"Tell me who you are before I starting hexing you into next week," she stated.

Again, she heard nothing, and as she started to cast a spell, a voice came out, telling her to stop.

"Merlin Melanie, I was just trying to scare you is all," James Potter said, taking sticks and leaves off of his sweater.

Melanie let out a sigh of relief and put her wand in her pocket as she saw him come out of the shadows.

"Don't scare me like that in the forest then."

James rolled his eyes and sat by Melanie as she started on her art again.

"You're a good artist," he said after a while.

"Thank you."

James nodded, acknowledging the fact that he heard her, and laid his head back on the tree. Melanie set her art book down and stared at the lake, aimlessly.

They stayed that way, enjoying the forest for quite a while until James stood up and dusted the dirt off of the back of his jeans.

"Well, I should head back to the dorm. Enjoy the rest of your day, Melanie."

They both smiled at each other, that being their goodbye as James walked away to meet up with his friends again.

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