Who: Merope Gaunt & [Open] Where: A park on a swing set. Why: She's a bit lonesome. When: Near Sunset.
Ever since she arrived on time, she kept her small hands around the chain-links attached the a huge bar above her head with a leather seat that fit her tiny frame in it. God, she'd never really set on a swing set before, even when she was with Tom or an time after. The black haired girl was huddled on the swing, it was pathetically moving back and forth by the small to and fro motion of her unpowerful legs.
There was nothing that really said she was any kind of a threat, she was petite, long black hair and she appeared rail thin with no real muscle mass. The swinging stopped after a while and she used her hands to twist the swing chains back and forth, but after a while she made the mistake of getting her hand caught in the links and it cut her small hand open. A frown crossed her sad, but delicate face and she tried to stop the bleeding by resting her hand on the black fabric of her dress, allowing it to absorb through.