Night was as black as the old abandoned corridors in Hogwarts. It was something completely impenetrable and scary for most people. There were so many other things to fear instead of the dark. Many associated it with the Full Moon and by association werewolves and other 'dark' creatures. It didn't make much sense, though. Why would anyone in their right mind associate the darkness with 'dark' creatures? She the names were alike but they were nothing alike. Darkness was a fear that little children had where as being a werewolf or a vampire was an affliction that no one seemed able to cure.
But this was something that seemed to be forever dwelling on the young Ravenclaw's thoughts. That, and the fact that Merlin was betting against her in life and there seemed to be nothing she could do about it. It seemed as if he was just trying to spite her by making anyone she loved dearly die. It was a cruel thing to do and it seemed that there was no way of breaking this cruel curse. She’d learned to live with it now, though. After trusting an old woman who had taken her in after her father died she learned threat the world wasn’t a nice place – so she closed herself off to the world.
Shaking her head, Dora opened the door that lead to the Astronomy tower. She walked up the final flight of stairs and drifted over to the open part of the tower. She put her hands on the railing and leaned over, looking at the large expanse of land that surrounded Hogwarts. She inhaled the beautiful scents that hung in the air and closed her eyes. A perfect way to spend her night. Not down in the kitchens making small talk with the house elves and trying to stomach a meal, but out in the air and feeling at peace with the world
(Cue Nathan!)