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She was alone, alone as usual when she made her way down to the Black Lake. It wasn't dark, it was just so gloomy, and however she couldn’t care being outside, alone in the dark, it was just not her. She didn't care about being in trouble. She just needed her space and for right now she would be alone. Alone for a while, that’s all she needed to be to clear her head.
Classes and dealing with Professors, trying to get by without taking any points away from Gryffindor. That’s the one thing she had to be careful with. Her broom in hand, her eyes on the lake and yet no flying came from her. She wasn't thinking about flying at this time. It had to be something else. She was just walking, which wouldn’t make sense for a Black. Sirius has told his daughter to be prideful, to be proud that she came from a wonderful line of purebloods but this still wasn't the same.
She was pure, but everywhere she looked she saw muggle borne, half witches, half wizards. Why was there so many stupid borders on which the pride of the magical family has to be bothered with? She ended up muttering to herself. "What’s the bloody point in having, muggle borne, pure bloods, half bloods, if there's magic in our blood, were still witches." What she hadn't realized was that she ended up saying that out loud. Thankfully as far as she could tell she was alone.
The question at the moment was, was she really as alone as thinks, besides the magical creatures at the bottom of the Black Lake. Her eyes looked out one moment to see if there was something moving, but as far as she could tell no, that had to have been her imagination.
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