A/N: This is a Harry Potter fanfic short story. Idk what I'm doing but I think this is what's happening. Enjoy!
Snowfall
Her chocolate brown eyes laid on the window of Hogwarts, leaving her pondering to rest. Her thoughts of the snow flakes flying down, gracefully landing on the already firm ground of snow. Her name was Icy, or at least that's what people called her. She found amusement in playing in wet, cold snow. She ate the icy features, while she was coated so little.
She heard someone violently call her name, but it was much like a silent whisper. One of those not even the whisperer could here. Once again, "Icy!" Was called out, but she refused any reaction to the sudden voice. Angrily, the Hufflepuff thumped down the wooden stairs, with her winter dress, with blue covering her all over. "What?" She asked, as her friends, a fellow Hufflepuff, sighed. "Well-" she was cut off, the Ravenclaw was far to quick thinking. "Well what? You better have a reason to-" Lizzy, a sweet but sour Hufflepuff stopped her. "See how it feels?" Lizzy smiled, as Icy looked back to the frozen window.
"Look, your dad's here," Lizzy sighed. Lizzy was in her 6th year, and Icy was 4th, though was strict and treated much like an adult. "What!? How!?" Icy yelled, tears flowing her eyes. She ran down the creaking stairs, crying.
To look, a tall man with features much like Icy's. "My Ice," he said, holding her firmly in his arms. Tears flew down her eyes.
She came back to a reality that her father was never there. Ever. He had died durning the battle if Hogwarts, and it hurt her. Tears slowly went down her cheeks, as her friend watched. "I'm sorry," she said.
I'm sorry.
