Stacey brushed her hand along the side of the trees as she emerged from them. The buildings of Hogsmead were visible not too far away; that`s where she had planned on going. Her eyes were flat brown as she slowly made her way to the small town.
Her light jacket was ruffled by the wind and her hair blew around her face. The legs of the jeans she was wearing dragged in the dirt, but she didn`t care. She was just happy that there wasn`t any snow. Stacey hated winter. It was her least favorite season. Most people liked winter, but she prefered autumn. Autumn was her favorite season; the leaves were brilliant shades of orange and red, the air was crisp but not cold, and the stars were magnificent at night.
Stacey took a deep breath upon stepping onto the dirt road that led to Hogsmead.