She swung her feet through the open window, dropping the half metre to the ground and planting them firmly in the wet grass below as she looked over her shoulder, "Aren't you coming?" The fiery haired Gryffindor grinned awestruck at the girl, "You'll catch a death out there, it's about to start raining again!" "Oh come on George! Climb out of this window, and live a little." He pursed his lips, took one more look at her smile, cheeks flushed rose as the wind blew her hair around her face, and let out a resigned laugh as he followed her out of the dormitory window. • Petrichor (Noun): Is the earthy scent produced when rain falls on dry soil. The word is constructed from Greek petra (πέτρα), "rock", or petros (πέτρος), "stone"; and īchōr (ἰχώρ), the fluid that flows in the veins of the gods in Greek mythology. Major Trigger warning. Details in prologue.