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[angel]

Raelee had woken up early that morning, quite satisfied from her sleep. After all, at home, she didn't have house elfs warming her bed with warming pans each night, and she didn't have house elfs preparing and cleaning everything for her. That task usually fell to little Raelee because her mother was sick and her father wasn't home alot. So this was pure heaven for the little girl.

Jumping out of bed, she had quickly dressed in warm clothing. After all, it was a weekend and she had the whole day to do whatever she wanted. After pulling a brush through her long and tangled hair, she ran out of the dorm room, slamming the door shut behind her.

Running through the castle corridors, she was soon at the great hall, and she quickly slid into one of the benches. Gulping down her breakfast, she quietly slipped a few pieces of toast into her pocket and then stood up, wiping off her mouth. Running out of the great hall, she made her way towards the huge wooden doors.

Straining to push the heavy doors open, she was soon outside, running towards the lake. Her hair streamed out behind her and her cheeks were pink from the crisp october air. However, she hadn't been watching where she was going, and she tripped over a tree root. Flying, she fell down on the gravel covered path, scrapping her knees and elbows.

[lala]

Shoving his hands deeper inside his pockets, Peter bit the inside of his lower lip to keep his teeth from chattering. Even though it had barely started, October was proving to be quite a cold month, and if past Octobers were anything to go by, chances of it being windy were high. He should have been more careful when he looked out of the window to check the weather; the sky was clear all right, but that didn't mean it would be warm outside. So Peter, being the ever forgetful person he was, had slipped summer clothes on and dashed downstairs for breakfast, still amazed at himself for waking up so early. He loved to stay in bed, no doubt about that, but for some odd reason he had felt the urge to go outside and just do something.

So go outside he did, but not before stopping by the Gryffindor table for breakfast and stuffing himself with half a dozen slices of bacon and two eggs first. Feeling much more content, now that his stomach was full, Peter headed towards the lawns, secretly proud of himself for daring to venture outside on his own, rather than just follow James, Sirius and Remus like he usually did. Now that he was out and about, Peter told himself that one of these days he would sit down with Remus at the library and come up with some spell that informed one of the weather conditions outside.

As he casually glanced about the immense lawns, Peter spotted a midget - No, a little girl, he corrected himself as he squinted - running towards the lake. How can they be so energetic? Peter mused as he watched the girl. All of a sudden, she tripped over something Peter couldn't see, considering the distance between him and the girl, and went flying towards the floor at a speed that rivalled James on his broom. Bursting out in giggles as the scene played right before his eyes, Peter had a bout of conscience and hurtled off towards the girl, thinking she might have got injured. He was panting by the time he arrived at her side - Maybe I should exercise a bit more, he thought self-consciously -, and bent forwards with his hands on his knees to catch his breath. "Hey, are you all right?" Peter asked, straightening up but still panting as he reached out with a hand to help the girl up.

[angel]

Raelee was in shock for a few moments, and she sat there stunned. A few moments past until she burst out into tears. The stones really hurt, and she really wasn't happy with that. Picking up a few of the stones, she threw them across the path. "Stupid rocks." she cried. Just then, another boy joined her beside her. Looking up at him, the tears rolled down her chubby cheeks. "It really hurts." she said, before bursting into tears again.

[lala]

Peter winced openly at the fat tears rolling down the girl's face, suddenly not knowing what to do with his hands. He retracted the one that had been reaching out for the girl and shoved it back in his pocket, vehemently wishing the girl would stop crying. Peter had always felt uncomfortable with others' tears, and if the crying person was a female it just made everything worse. "Yeah, it must hurt..." Peter commented, more to himself than to the girl. He cast an attentive, albeit embarrassed, look at the girl, looking for wounds, and sighed in relief inwardly when he assessed there wasn't anything serious.

Still uncomfortable at the girl's continuous crying, Peter briefly considered telling her to hush, but that would ruin his 'nice-friendly-and-helpful-fifth-year-bloke' persona. "Um, why don't you get up and I take you to the Hospital Wing?" he suggested, in a nice a tone as he could. Even if the girl didn't go see Madam Pomfrey, Peter would be a happy man if she just stopped crying. Trying to start up a conversation in the mean time, and hoping the girl's tears would dry if she started talking more, Peter went for the simplest, most obvious of topics. "So you're in Gryffindor too, eh? It's great, isn't it?" he began tentatively. "So what's your name? I'm Peter Pettigrew, you might have heard of me already," he boasted as he tried to show his authority.