vi·sion·ar·y
/ˈviZHəˌnerē/
adjective: visionary
1.
relating to or able to see visions in a dream or trance, or as a supernatural apparition.
The story of a kind Hufflepuff who wishes no one would feel as alone as she does and an in denial Gryffin...
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Addy walked through the corridors with tears continuously flowing from her eyes. As she passed other students, none of them spared her a second glance — they all laughed with each other on the way to their common rooms or to hang out with their friends. The term was almost over and it was the last weekend they had before everyone would start cramming for exams and finishing assignments that had been long forgotten.
Nothing she did seemed to go as planned. She couldn't even walk in the hallways without being pestered by other students gossiping. She couldn't go to class without worrying about retaining everything she learned so she could do well on exams and not have to suffer the consequences of what bad grades would bring come the Christmas holiday.
Christmas holiday. Addy had said in her head with such distaste that it scared her.
It was the root of most of her problems no matter the year. This was one extremely special occasion though. Never would she had ever suspected an argument with her brother, over holiday especially. The two usually were the closest during the coming weeks of holidays, wanting to savor the moments where they could be careless and not constantly on edge together.
Adelaide hadn't ever expected Sebastion to scream at her. She didn't think he was capable of acting like Edward, but tonight he had proved her wrong. Yes, she had yelled at him too, but never with the hatred that he had spit at her. It was pure anger. Addy had only ever yelled at him in concern.
The cold air hit Addy as she entered the courtyard. She followed the path down to the all-familiar tree. Throwing her bag down on the grass, she huffed looking up at the sky. All she wanted was a break, and she wasn't even close to getting one.
She was growing sick of it by this point.
Ron had a sneaking suspicion as to where the Hufflepuff could've gone, and was proven right as he followed the path and she came into his view. Her brown hair was being swung around by the wind and her head was tilted upward to the sky. He admired her for a moment, not ever seeing a sight quite like this before. It was captivating.
He hesitantly walked closer to her, his footsteps louder than he would've liked due to the fact that the snow had just melted in the area and it was still freezing out, causing an extra crunch. As he got closer Addy turned her head to him but immediately looked back up at the starry sky. Ron wasn't too sure if that was an invitation to come closer or a warning to go away, but he still continued.
The boy stood next to her and followed her gaze to the stars, trying to figure out if she was looking at something of significance. Not that he'd be able to tell anyways. Once he came to the conclusion that he had no idea he looked away and back at Addy.
