Demi had absolutely no idea what she was doing or where she was going. Life was just kind of a blur now. She didn't have many friends, considering most had graduated and she was a bit shy. She was silent as she stared out the window of her room, her long, brown hair falling over her shoulder gently. Her hair was in soft curls all the way down past her chest. She didn't look up or flinch as the door to her dormitory slammed. She was unsure of what she was doing or what was going on. She sighed and watched outside as people ran around like nothing happened. She had been slightly devastated by the death of Fred Weasley. She couldn't believe that he was dead. She had to admit, she had a slight crush on Fred and now that he was gone, it felt weird never seeing him in town and always seeing George alone. She felt a tear slip down her cheek. So many had been lost during the battle.

Including, her own brother. She was traumatized the most by the fact that he was dead. She forced herself to swing her legs over the sill and stand up straight, staring around the room with a blank stare. She silently pulled a bow through her hair and pulled on her converse. She started towards the door, with no purpose really in her mind. She had no idea where she could go at this point. Demelza took the steps in twos, bounding down the steps and heading out of the common room and through the portrait hole. Demi stood up straight and looked around, tucking her hair behind one ear. She tugged on the hem of her skirt and headed towards the stairs, moving in the direction of the trophy room. She walked silently through the halls, her eyes glancing at the people that passed by. She was quiet, sliding past a couple of kids that blocked the hall near her.

She made her way to the trophy room and stepped in, a bit shyer than she used to be. She nearly tripped over someone on the ground as she moved, mesmerized by the trophies in the room. She immediately backed up, apologies flying out of her mouth. "Oh, shit. I'm so sorry. Are you okay? I wasn't watching, sorry!" She looked carefully at the face and realized it was Nazim Vaisey. Instantly, her cheeks turned bright red. She had a bit of a crush on the Slytherin, too. Well, had an on-going one for quite some time. She kneeled down on the ground beside the boy, sympathy playing on her features. "Nazim, you okay?" she whispered quietly. She reached out, touching his shoulder very gently. Her blue eyes caught his and she noticed the anguish written all over his face. Demi had always hated seeing people in pain or upset and felt bad about it.

She was quiet, looking gently at him. Her brown hair tumbled over one shoulder in it's gentle curls. She sighed quietly, watching him like a protective mother.


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