Who: Parvati & Oliver What: She's angry and thus trying to chuck her journal off the top of the castle. When: Wednesday morning Where: Corridor not too far from the Ravenclaw tower Status: Incomplete/Open
Having moved through the halls like a ghost, Parvati wasn't even aware of what time it was. She hadn't properly eaten anything, or left her room, over the past week. She hadn't changed out of her pajamas, or combed her hair. Her eyes looked sunken and dark. And oddly she found the part that bothered her the most about her grief was that she hadn't been able to cry. She missed Lavender more than anything, her heart ached, and she couldn't shed a tear. In truth, Parvati hadn't spent her time feeling sad, she had been depressed and furious.
Journal tucked under her arm, she thought about going to her sister. She hadn't heard anything from her in days, and felt a bit bad about being so cross with her. But she had been angry at everyone. And that was the reason why she had her journal with her. Pausing in the corridor down the way from the Ravenclaw tower, she peered out the open window, to the misty unknown below. She didn't want to know all the gossip anymore, she didn't care. She couldn't bear to look through the pages once more, to see how everyone was carrying on. How Lavender's death was an insignificance in their life. And she was here, feeling as though she lost everything. Leaning against the ledge, the cold air hit her face. Clutching her book, she gazed below, her eyes narrowing.