Macy closed her eyes as she tilted her head back. She sat there in the middle on the lawns, as rain poured down all around her. She was in her school outfit, not botering to go to her dorm and changed. She had levitated her robes overhead as that they covered her compleatly, only a few drops even got to her skin. She looked rather odd sitting in the middle of the lawns under her small sheild when there was the nice safe indoors in which to seek salvation from all the rain. But she didn't want to, she didn't want to leave the solitude of the rain, back to the hustle and bustle of other students, back locked behind those walls with whatever may be lurking behind each corner. She wanted to be right where she was, so she decieded she would stay there, yes, she would.
The coolness and water washed away everything. All the evil, all the bad. The things that had poisined these grounds forever. The hatred, the sarrow. Peoples pain that had been engraved into this ground. Everytime it rained, things were alright again. Things that never were, that shouldn't be, drifting away with the harsh pounding of this one pure, clean, good thing. Rain was more amazing then it seemed. It could wash away ones pain. It could wash away ones tears. All their sarrow and all their fears. Its like it let you start over a new, become one your not, See things in a compleatly new light, one that darkness had recently fogged up. Because it was just that Amazing, that breathtaking... that splended.
Her eyes held a soft dreamy look. A look that too often filled them. For this wonderfully lost girl was in a world all her own. One away from all others. She zoned off with the sothing sound of pattering around her. Just looking up at sky that was barley visible if she looked back past the slightly hanging edge of her robe. The clouds had fogged it up, making it a rather musty grey. Even then, I kid you not, it was more beautifull then one could imagine. Still full of such a beauty that seemed so uncomparible. I mean when you think of what she is used to, dimly lit corridors with dirty floors and marble walls, anytime she was able to escape these walls it was like heaven. Especily wide open spaces. Her one great escape from the trials and tourments of being a student. Away from her prized book, away from her qill and ink. Away from her parchment and structure. Just to be herself, in one world all her own.
Macy's cheeks were slightly rosie, from the cold no doubt. But then again they always have a little rosie tint to them. She put a hand to them, and felt they were slightly cold. But she just left her fingers lightly pressed to them as she looked dreamily out to the sky. Her brown hair was slightly wet, partly from the raindrops thet fell on it when she leaned back, and partly from running to get to the center of the lawns. Her gryffindor house tie was loosly hanging from her neck but her shirt was buttoned all the way and of course untucked from her skirt. She had abandoned her shoes somewhere else on the lawn and would no doubtably find them later. But for now she would sit here and enjoy the whole scene around her with much pleasure.