When she fell, she fell apart,
gone in the gust of wind that slipped from the breath of her captor's lips,
Blown away, like paper in the wind.
Torn and shredded until the ink stains formed new words,
and the words didn't read the same,
instead, they held 5 new locutions,
that described her future in simple parts,
the 1st was written with the parts of an old letter, etched into the page by a boy she once held dearly.
the small figures spelled out the word
Exile.
Quidditch after party, Slytherin dorms (October 75')
Hogwarts 75'
Katherine Travers 75'