77. : Rainy days and Sundays always make me sad – The old oak tree off Main Street

It was raining and he didn’t have an umbrella having forgotten along with his wand. So he stood under the shelter of a tree, hoping the bursts of lighting wouldn’t strike him. He shivered with the cold.

Walking down the lane schoolgirls laughed as they walked past under and umbrella. Ottery pouted. Just then he wished he had his wand.

He sighed.

Then as if heaven sent a giant white umbrella with the words “cheerful love” on them popped out from up the street. Ottery recognized it.

“Looks like you need a friend,” Ginny smiled.

He grinned in reply, cheerful.