 For Atlas
She pulled her robes closer around her short stature as the wind traveled through the arches that supported and made up the stone bridge. This was the bridge that led to her Defense Against the Dark Arts class but since class was not in session, this passageway was more or less vacant. She rested her elbows on the ledge and leaned over as far as she dared, looking straight down. At a distant she could make out the lake she had traveled across when she arrived. Various students making their way across the school grounds.
Delaney missed her father. It had been coming on two years since she had last seen him, or her brother and she so badly wished she could just write to him. She missed her mom, too. She even missed her stepfather, though she would never admit it out loud. She sniffled and fought back tears. She had never been to cry, even at eleven years old, her mother rarely had to comfort her, but after everything that had been happening…. She felt a few tears betray her as they slid down her face. Delaney was still trying to block out what had happened in Divination class hoping she could just forget that it ever happened. She had gone to the hospital wing straight after class had been dismissed and her mouth was good as new but at night when she goes to sleep, she can sometimes think she can still feel the burning sensation around her mouth.
Her despair quickly turned in to anger. She hated those stupid cloaked men. She hated the headmaster. She hated this school. She hated that she had been humiliated in front of everyone. She especially hated that she couldn’t keep her foolish mouth shut.
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