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PhoenixRising 
The last time Apollo was out at the treehouse was last year when there were goons escorting the room people outside. Ugh. Heartbreaking when he reflected back on that year and why couldn't he do much?? Why didn't he resist more? Stand up to them? Why was he so paralyzed?
But it seemed as good as any day to hang out at the treehouse again. So the second year wandered out onto the grounds, feeling relief in the breathability of the air. That was when he felt a raindrop. Oh crud. That would explain the freshness of the air though. It was nothing to do with the goons afterall. Hurrying up the ladder, the small Gryffindor paused at the top when he saw a housemate he recognized vaguely. Frozen ?
"Hello? Are you .. okay?" he waved his hand in front of her face.
It sucked being a first year with such magical limits. Remy was sure there was a charm that dried wet clothes, but she couldn't quite put her finger on the properties of it, nor would it be in her capabilities anyway.
Until this point, Remy hadn't looked at anyone around her as she was too
self absorbed worried about herself. Suddenly, there was a hand being waved in front of her face and the girl adjusted her eyes to see who it was.
Ohhhh, no. Not today.
Remy had seen this boy a few times before, he was a fellow Gryffindor from what she remembered, but she had never properly met him. And she certainly hadn't hoped for it to be on a day where she looked like this. She didn't want to meet anyone looking like a drowned rat. "
Oh... hi there." Remy loosened her rigidness. "
Yeah, I'm okay... I just..." Wasn't it obvious? "...
got soaked, trying to remember the charm that dries clothes." Not that she'd even attempt it, but it was something she would take a note to look up in the library later.
The Gryffindor chuckled softly, trying to laugh off the situation, despite DYING INSIDE.