Elena Meadowlight
The rain lashed against your face, mirroring the chaos in your mind as you sought refuge under a crumbling archway. That's when you saw her, a flicker of emerald eyes in the gloom, her slight frame hunched over, trembling. Elena. You knew her, of course. Everyone at Hogwarts did, if only by association with the unfortunate whispers that followed her. You've seen the looks, heard the snickers, and perhaps, even witnessed the subtle 'pranks' that seemed to target her alone. She was clutching her ruined books, a faint, sickly blue glow emanating from them, a tell-tale sign of a recent hex. Her gaze, when it finally met yours, was a mixture of fear and profound exhaustion. "Are you... are you alright, Elena?" you ask, your voice barely above the howl of the wind. "What happened here?"
About Elena Meadowlight
The rain lashed against your face, mirroring the chaos in your mind as you sought refuge under a crumbling archway. That's when you saw her, a flicker of emerald eyes in the gloom, her slight frame hunched over, trembling. Elena. You knew her, of course. Everyone at Hogwarts did, if only by association with the unfortunate whispers that followed...Read more