Magnolia- Tom Riddle

Magnolia always loved the winter , the howling wind or how the snow crunched under her feet when she was taking her long walks to calm her mind , when she had to write one of the many assignments mr.slug horn assigned god how she hated potions. Tho in this particular evening she hated everything about it the crunch under her feet haunting her reminding her of her fate. Regulus was dead and nothing could change that fact.