Chase could feel how heavy the air felt that day. She had just healed up recently. Though her side had yet another scar from where Vito, the poltergeist had kicked her hard, just the other day, a few blocks from where she was now. She was surprised Andrew had let her go out by herself again soon. But her wand was tucked away safely (Having been retrieved shortly after she had gotten healed) Chase glared up at the sky. Why must it be raining all summer? She felt nervous also, every bad thing that had ever happened to her, had happened on a rainy day, not much unlike this one.
Chase curled her hand around her wand and glared around her, her whole body tense. Her hood had fallen backwards, and her red hair shone like a beacon in the dim light. But she didn't care, nothing attacked from the sky, just behind and around. She looked around, and did a small spin, before she continued on her way. She needed to get to Diagon Alley, and she couldn't apparate. If she could a lot of thing in her life might not have happened. But she needed to take the test, and she hadn't been able to yet. She'd have to take it when she went to school this coming year.
Muggles walked around her and quite a few of them stopped and stared at her. It wasn't every day you saw a girl with such vivid hair in the midst of brown and blond hair. Though Chase knew quite a few other people with red hair, and also some guys who had a fascination with red hair. It made her sick just thinking of the man however, and she gripped her wand tighter, yelping slightly as her wand let off a few sparks. "Shit.." She growled and ducked into an alley, attempting to put out the small fire in her traveling cloak that the sparks had caused. Once it was out, Chase glanced around and froze. It was the alley, the very alley he had attacked her. A chunk of wall had been blasted out of the wall, and there not far from here, lay a clump of red hair, perfectly matching her own, with skin still attached to it. Chase had had her own hair regrown and healed up, but the skin and hair she had had before, still lay there, a testimony of what she had gone through.