There is freedom waiting for you,
On the breezes of the sky,
And you ask "What if I fall?"
Oh but my darling,
What if you fly?
Her eyelids felt heavy and the fervid smell of copper was the first thing that hit her nostrils as soon as her senses returned. There was something wrong, something terribly wrong, the Ravenclaw could tell that much just by looking at her surroundings.
The room was shabby, dark, and mostly empty, but the appearance of the place she currently found herself in was not what worried her the most. It was the bruised and cut state of her aching body and the pool of blood underneath her head. Peter had made much more damage after leaving her unconscious, that much was clear, but there was no time to dwell on that when there were clearly more important matters at ri
