*sinks her foot into yet another mud puddle, the hemm of her robe skimming the waters surface, rippling in the harsh wind and rain of a strong, unmerciful winter storm. walks on, wandless and unreachable, as a curse had been bestowed upon her, making her as powerless as a muggle, unreachable to her friends**her green eyes dont have their usual cheeriness, but have a tired, angry look in them, the tiredness from the many days` travel in, and to no where, the anger because she doesn`t remember at all how she got there**falls to the ground weakly and curls up in the mudd, pale, and closes her eyes, seeing flashes of the ministry people, running every way, dealing with the latest breakout of Voldemorts plan**blackens out, the only memory of her past life vanishing*