The air smelt sweet; the clouds had stopped weeping for a single day, allowing the sun to bask all of London in its rays, and that distinct smell of nature was overwhelming. Perhaps that was the reason Nerissa Hatts had left her corner in Hogwarts’ greenhouse, where she spent every moment of her time speaking to and caring for the plants that lived there. It had taken quite a long time for Nerissa to convince herself that her friends would not be harmed if she left them for an hour or so- a fear that was quite rational after that dark evening when a pair of Slytherins had decided to destroy all that mattered to the young girl.
It seemed that disaster followed Nerissa- but it was not so during that sunny afternoon, for Bad Luck had decided that he needed a day’s worth of rest.
The warm air whipped Nerissa’s long, brilliant red hair about her face, and filled her lungs so comfortingly, as though the clouds were aware of her suffering. It had always been so; the nature had always stopped and listened to the young, broken child’s whimpers when the human beings that she was constantly being suffocated by felt they were too important to show any such act of kindness.
Oh, how she longed to be a part of that powerful element- nature. The Earth deserved so much more than Mankind.
Nerissa leaned further over the railing that enclosed the owelry in order to get a better view of the grass and the trees below. This action made the sun smile, for it gave him the chance to get a better look at the young redhead; they had met before, but she had been called Lady Eve then.
Nerissa's small, nameless, brown and gray owl had joined her near the railing, its speckled eyes examining the girl with innocent curiosity, and it was then that a small, honest smile graced Nerissa’s face; only nature would see her smile in such a way.
The Ravenclaw was at peace for that one moment in the silence and the sunlight- but it was a short-lived moment, for another student had joined her, and her sudden pressance had caused Nerissa to stumble forward, putting a bit too much of her weight against the rail. It seemed Nerissa had inherited a bit of her dear uncle's brilliant balance; the girl’s vibrant hair became a stroke of red paint blurred with a painting of the wind as she fell forward... and tumbled over the edge of the owelry tower.
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