A fourteen-year-old, brown haired girl stood outside, in the middle of the Transfiguration Courtyard.

Pouring rain was drenching her hair and Slytherin green robes. She didn't seem to mind, or even notice. She was merely staring out in front of her, a peaceful expression on her face as she watched the rain.

The autumn wind was cold and biting, but she didn't seem to notice that either.

Nor was she aware of her surroundings.