Winter's Blade

It was Christmas break and most students ahd gone home. Aireon was one of the few that remained. He was sitting by the Black Lake. His casual clothes were all white, so he blended in with the enviroment.

One thing good about the alone time was that it gave him a chance to work on his swordsmanship. He had his crystal sword strapped to his belt, waiting for his mind to create a scenario. The wind began to pick up...

(This is the scenario)

Suddenly, the sky darkened. Thunderclouds rolled in, their heavy payload of snow falling in the howling wind. Death Eaters apparated around Aireon. He merely let them come.

This will be fun.

They all fired spells. He deflected them with his diamond blade. This continued for awhile before both sides got tired.

(End scenario)

That was fun. Until tomorrow. he thought. He sheated his blade and walked back inside. On his way, he thought about his life on his own.

Aireon was alone. Lessons were over, and he was at the lake. He never was a big fan of crowds. He would always feel isolated because of the topics the boys and girls of Slytherin talked about. He took out his flute and played the tune he played for his friend, Charlotte Matthews. They had become fast friends in a few short minutes.

She was indeed pretty. One might even dare to say beautiful. He saw across the lake she and another Slytherin, Arsen, having what seemed like a heart-to-heart conversation. He just played the soothing tune and watched them.

(Anyone is welcome to join in.)