[No Name]

Backstory

Pouring like the butterbeer I use to keep me sedated in these times of peril once were the tears that filled my eyes as I sit here floating in the moon light. Hogsmeade echoing the laughter of youth, oh how I remember. I was a young man when I met her. A young Slytherin student.

She had a cross of blonde and brunette hair and had a very intelligent face. She always carried a journal with her. We a few classes together with transfiguration being my favorite. Always we were paired together for each and every project, her constructs brilliant, mine, not as so. We grew fond of one another and our love grew. Then, one day, I had a plan. I slipped her a note in defense against the dark arts.
"Meet me in the Ravenclaw common room at 12, the answer to the riddle is man".
She nodded silently and we carried on our day.

I saw her coming up the stairs walking slowly on the balls of her feet.
"The answer is man" she whispered as the portrait lazly opened.
"You ready?"
"Would i have come tip toeing in off in the night if I wasn't"
"Follow me"
Carefull closing the door behind me, we set off into the night.We avoid the prefects via the dozens of passage ways then untill we finally got to our destination, the library.

"Lumous!" I whispered softly as I covered the brightness of my wand by stowing it in a blue paper latern.
"What is it you want to be show me?" she asked
I opened my hand and therin lie a ball of clay. borrowing her wand I made!...I made...I...made...