The Tower [Allison D.]

[rathstcroix21212]

Rath walked up the long stairs and rubbed his legs a little. He opened the familiar wooden door and walked into the tower's room at the top. He looked out the window and watched the raindrops fall. The slytherin stood up on the big windowsill and looked down at the ground so far down. He stared at the wet grass and at the falling rain. Then he looked up at the overcast sky. There was going to be more than just a few drops of rain. There'd be a lot more.

[icymorpher]

Rain, ugh! She hate it. With a saddened air, she trudged her way up the stairs one at a time. She really didn't know where she was going, but she didn't really care at the moment. With a sigh, she pushed open the door slowly with a creek and stepped over the thresh hold into the circular room. Her hazel eye did not look up at once. She shoved her hands into her pockets, it was too cold to be up here. Her gaze finally left her shoes to find Rath standing by the window. What was he doing here?

"Rath!" She exclaimed suddenly, her foul mood evaporating at the site of him. The rain forgotten.