White Roses

In a far corner of the Old Rose Garden at Hogwarts sits a girl. She’s crying. All around her white roses blossom in full, making her red hair look like bloodstains on snow or starched white sheets. The girl doesn’t know this. And if she did she would find it fitting, since she feels like she’s bleeding slowly to death from an invisible wound. White petals falls from her hands down to the gravel under the bench like large snowflakes.